The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-03-30
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 breaking engagement with her to meet BETTY KENDALL, q soc ciety girl, she tells him their marriage is on. Janet is 23, pretty and secretary to BRUCE HAM 1LTON, advertising manager Of Every Home Magazine.
 She still loves Rolf who is handsome and attractive in spite of being irresponsible and ex- travagant. Janet tries to forget him but succeeds only in. being miserable and lonely. She meets JEFF GRANT, young engineer who has moved to the rOoming house where she lives.
 Then one night Janet finds a little girl crying on the street. The little girl is ROSIE SIL- VANI, who has been trying to sell candy and lost her money. Janet starts to take her home. A holdup man grabs Janct's purse but JeR Grant appears and the man runs. JefR takes Janet and Rosie to the little girls home. They find the family al- most destitute, sends them food and clothing and later find job for PAT SILVANl, the father. Janet and Jeff become close friends. He asks her to help him select q gift for n girl and they buy a purse. Later at lunch Janet looks at Q newspaper and sees in headlines that Rolf has eloped with Betty Kendall.
 Janet tells Jcff about her bro- ken engagement with Rolf and that she will never care for any, one else. Later he gives the purse which he had bought as a birthday present for Janet to stcnographer, DOLORES GAIL ALAN.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER XXI
 Pauline Hayden entered the of- flee where Janet was working There was ne one else in the room. Pauline came over to Janet's desk and said quietly, "What's 1t all about? Do you know?"
 "What's what all about?"
 Pauline nodded toward Hamil- tons desk. Your boss is talking to Chambers, isn't he? They've been at 1t half the morning. Something's going to happen around here, I'll bet!"
 What makes you think sol" Janet asked.
 "oh-lots of things. I can tell by the way Bradford and Daily had their heads together 8 while ago. They know something's on is."
 "But there isn't anything strange about MT Hamilton talk ing to MT Chambers! They're al- ways having conferences"
 T know. But this is different" Pauline picked up a typewriter eraser and toyed with it. You'll see I'm right" she prophesied.
 Janet smiled. Pauline, who wouldn't for the world have asked 8 personal question, was always scenting such rumors. The fact that almost always the. proved groundless never seemed to damp en her ardor. Janet herself didn't think it strange that MT Hamilton should spend most of the morning in the business managers office. It was Paulines prediction, of course, that made Janet q little surprised when Hamilton an- nounced later in the afternoon that he would not be down the next day, possibly not on the day after. He didn't say that he was going out of town, that he had other business, or make any ex- plantation. He simply told her he wouldn't be down. He outlined some work that Janet was to do in his absence, told her he'd trust her to keep the shop" and de- parted fully three-quarters of an hour before the time he usually left the office. Maybe Pauline was right. Janet didn't bother much about that. 1T anything was to happen she would know it soon enough.
 Tho two days of Hamilton's ab- sence dragged. There was little for Janet to do and she preferred to bo busy. When she was busy or when she was very tired she did not have time to think. She avoid ed the other girls at the office. avoided Mollie Lambert, and did not see Jeff Grant.
 Then on the third morning Bruce Hamilton was back at his desk, businesslil1e and brisk as usual. He said nothing about where he had been. looked oyer his letters and went about the days work exactly as usual.
 Once that day when Janet was sitting at her desk typing she looked up to find Hamilton watch
 Hamilton said, "Miss Hill, how old are you?"
 "Twenty-four," Janet told him. She had been 24 for just about a week now.
 The man smiled. Twenty four" he repeated. Getting on, aren't you?"
 It was intended as a joke but it did not seem a joke to Janet Twenty-four was getting on. She was getting on and there was so little to look forward to except day after day of sitting at type writer or scribbling curves and dots and pothooks in notebook. Twenty-four she was, and life and happiness and the beautiful things she had dreamed about were rushing past. All this flashed through her mind but she said, "Yes," to MT Hamilton and smiled and wondered why in the world he should have asked such a ques-
 He saw that she had taken him seriously and laughed. twenty four is a wonderful age." he told her. "Wonderful! I wish I could be 24 again! I wish there was any way to manage It."
 Janet didn't know if she should go on typing or if there was some thing more he wanted to say. She hesitated and as she did so the man leaned forward.
 "Tell me-" he said, "do you like cats? Persian cats?"
 It was preposterous! Janet couldn't believe her ears and yet she knew that was what he had said.
 "Why yes," she answered slowly. "That is. some cats, I don't like them when they bite and scratch
 Hamilton laughed again. So he had only been joking! Janet was Accustomed to quick changes of mood on the part of her employer hut she had never seen him quite