Evening star., 1934-07-08

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inscription-Hugh Barclay, attor-
ney-at-law.
Could that be sobbing inside2
Yes, it was sobbing-not violent.
but still uncontrolled enough to ooze over the
transom client, DOUBT, reciting her
marital woes. Well Connie could never recite
hers-when and if she ever had anything
marital-not even to Hugh Least of all to Hughl
Connie opened the door and walked in
did you wish to see Mr. Barclay?" The chic
little stenographers voice was quite business
like Connie saw but her eyes were blurry, red
trimmed and swollen. Who shall say?"
Just say!
But Connie got no further. From an inner
cubicle Hugh himself emerged.
"ConnieI Why. Connie-in all this heatl
Come in. I'm glad to see you, whatever brings
you here"
81 came on business. Hugh"
~Shau talk in here?" He closed the door
to his tiny sanctum and gave her the other
chair. you're good for sore eyes. You look
like cool breeze"
He looked CHASTITY. she was thinking. Thirty
five instead of 26 Pasty. too, almost gaunt
with followed cheeks. The heat probably, or,
maybe, now that his sister was running gift
shop on the Cape and Hugh had to eat out. he
wasn't having the proper vitamins. Then she
Spied the cracker box and the empty pint milk
bottle.
Hugh's eyes followed hers.
so busy today I had Miss Cooper bring
in my lunch. Great stuff in hot weather.
crackers and milk"
"I won't keep you long if you're SO busy.
Hugh"
'sWhat can do for you, Connie?"
IUGH felt thankful he'd explained about
his lunch. He simply could not sport
Connie to the sort of luncheon she'd order on
the change in his pocket but now, knowing he
was busy, she wouldn't suggest it.
Busy? Yes. busy pretending to be busy! Not
even deed to file. Clients were scarcer than
the proverbial hens teeth. And if some of his
past ones didn't pay up pretty soon he'd have
to give up his little Office and find desk room
somewhere.
For a fleeting instant he hoped Connie might
have real business for him. but that would
butter no parsnips. He couldn't charge Connie
for anything. not if he were starving. Why,
just the privilege of doing something for Con-
stance Winslow-!
"Go ahead, Connie Tell uncle Been sum-
moned for parking or fined for overspeeding?"
Hugh. II want you to give me q job"
Hughs jaw relaxed in amazement. He sur
veyed the girl in the white crepe de chine sports
suit with incredulty
"You want me to give you-a job?"
you needn't snile!" Connie fared. people
have-have lost their money before. I'm
good typist Took it up in high school SO I
could type my themes in college. Yow-your
stenographer has a vacation soon, doesn't she?
Well want to substitute-for the experience.
Everywhere you go to get q position they
say What experience have you hade and
have to say none. How can ever get job
II don't get any experience. and how can I
get experience II don't get job?"
Hugh leaned back in his swivel chair. He'd
have to tell her He sorry, but he
couldn't let Connie see how terrible times were
for q young lawyer in q city where there were
-ye godsi-2,000 others. He couldn't tell her
that Miss Cooper wasn't coming back after va
cation. nor that he had been practicing on the
typewriter himself nights at home, planning to
do without q stenographer until things picked
up.
I'm terribly sorry, Connie"
There came a tap on the door. Miss Cooper,
her eyes still puffy but her tip-tiIted nose nicely