The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1934-10-06

very pretty! And how indiscreet
Of me to make you show 1t. OF
course you have bought this to
give some lucky girl! If my birth.
day weren't just behind me, I'd
hope that I were the grill"
Seward was not listening.
He would have accepted his
mothers suggestion that 1t was to
be her Christmas present II his
associations with the bracelet had
been less painful. He said to
Millicent, do you want it? You
may have it."
Millicent uttered little sQueal
Of delight and clutched at 1t.
Laura started at her son. well,
Of all the ungraceful ways OF
offering o tribute"
She was thinking, "They are
engaged then, or on the verge Of
it, though he won't give me the
satisfaction Of letting me know
it."
Millicent thought, "1e does
mean to propose. This is paving
the way. He certainly has queer
manners. but he'd hardly offer
me this right under his mothers
nose, unless he was really getting
serious"
And Seward thought, "fIas she
got blue eyes? I never noticed"
He shot q glance at them, and
found they were indeed, q sort OF
pale China blue.
The remembered beauty Of
Cathleen's eyes suddenly stabbed
him.
Patrick Mccarthy brooded over
the dishonor he firmly believed
his family had suffered in the per.
son Of its daughter. IF I was
only the man I was," he ragged.
He talked the problem over with
Joe. "1t's you that's the natural
champion Of your sister, seeing
I'm no longer the man I was. If
was only 10 years younger, 7
wouldn't be putting this onto
you."
Didn't I tell the GIRL" Joe blus.
tered, "that 1t was my business to
see how she behaved2 Sure, I'll
have o talk with MIR. Seward In"
gram and tell him where he gets
off"
The words were strong drink to
Patrick, but as time went by and
Joe'S threats had not been turned
into deeds, he spoke to Joe again.
There's o point you have to
think about, dad" said Joe. TITS
not that I don't want to give this
guy O lesson. But me and Cath
leen are both working for this
guys father. Say beat up his
son and he fires us bothl How
would we eat-the lot Of the NC
Carthys?"
The point was well taken. as
Patrick had to admit.
Joe was glad, indeed, he had put
off his call on Seward when, o
little later, his own affairs kinked
into an inextricable snarl.
He had tried to keep record
in O little notebook. Of the com.
pany payments he had received
and diverted to his own use. Or
ten he forgot to put these down.
and sometimes he used more OF
the company's money than he had
meant to.
His face went chalk white when
Mr.. Faber, the office manager,
laid before him O sheet Of paper
that recorded his defalcatio1S.
I'm going to send for the
police now" Mr.. Faber said,
reaching for the receiver Of his
telephone.
Il never meant to steal O
cent" Joe cried. II haven't got
q head for figures. I must have
got your money and my own
money mixed, see? Don't be bard
on me, Mr.. Taber. You tell me
how muck I'm out and I'll put
the money back. III make 1t
right"
"1'l give you until Saturday"
said Mr.. Faber. But don't try to
pull q getaway. Now beat 1t and
don't come back without the
money. And remember, we know
where to look for you
Jos skurTted from the office
badly shaken. He owed the com