The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1934-08-03

desk. There was something breezy and
boyish about him-something crisp and
fresh and fine. One wasn't conscious OF
the seasoning of gray that was sprin-
killed. through his thick dark hair, n
was conscious rather of his engaging
smile and the clean blue Of his eyes.
I'm going to like your city very much
Miss Blake" he said. I'm sure Of that.
I'm going to enjoy my connection with
this outfit-if you're any sample OF
the personnel. I'll be pretty much Of a
nuisance to you, I fear, as the days
go by, both in learning the secrets Of
the organization and the town."
Marcia tried to laugh naturally as she
met his gaze. She told herself
"This sort of thing doesn't happen;
especially, it doesn't to me. I'm hard
boiled, I don't fall for men,"
Aloud she said:
ION those times when you want help,
MI. Logan, or motherly advice, or the
latest office dirt, you know where to
come. You probably couldn't be a nui-
sance if you tried. Just ask me any
thing"
It'll begin" said Karl Logan, ''by ask
ing you to have dinner with me to-
night. I'm a stranger in a strange land
and breaking bread alone is a rather
grim business"
Marcia answered.: I'm not breaking
very much bread nowadays-modern
women go in for Melba toast without
butter. AS for being a stranger in a
strange land, won't it be a problem to
start cruising around right off looking
for restaurants? I've a counter Sug-
gestion-come up to my apartment and
have dinner with me. We can sit in
front of the fireplace after dinner and
relax and get acquainted"
"FireplaceS have a dreadful effect
on me-" said the new advertising man
ager. Say, I think that's a swell idea,
Miss Blake, but won't it be a lot of
bother for you?"
Marcia said: I'm the best cook in
the world, bar none, and my place runs
like clockwork. I'm n of those bust
ness women that believes efficiency
should begin at home. No, it won't be
any bother!"
To her heart she murmured: "Stop
making that absurd noise. Stop it - or
he'll hear"
The evening was eminently success
I'LL ~ S1o, ACoPAUC C1lC 1oVC 41lOO1l
rush of work-why does a rush of work
invariably come in the late afternoon
managed to achieve a finger wave
and a manicure. She didn't need either
of them badly, but then Marcia never
waited until she needed them, for such
items as waves and manicures! She
had phoned her apartment earlier in
the day to order dinner for two-and
Cora, her staid, perfect cafe au lait
maid, had found short stemmed Tails
man roses for the table. Marcia, COM
ing in through the door, paused on the
threshold to survey her domain. She
invariably paused in this way to drink
in the immaculate serenity of the place.
The books in their low shelves were
always freshly busted, the glass cur
tains were always plump and correctly
placed. The apartment couldn't have
belonged to anyone but Marcia--it was
an accurate reflection of her poise and
temperament. A catfish friend had said
once, while drinking tea in that apart
ment:
I'm forever hoping there1l be q
crack in the ceiling Or a Clipped plate.
Just as I'm always hoping to catch
you, my dear, in down at the heels
shoes. But nc such luck!"
Marcia had met the remark with q
bland Mona Lisa smile. It wasn't neces-
sary to explain that-coming as she had
from a shanty Irish background-this
! apartment was as much a symbol as 1t
was a home. It wasn't necessary to ex-
plain, in view Of her mothers too well
remembered calico wrappers, that her
appearance was q holy rite and a creed.
II don't think that women should be
unkempt, ever" she said simply. IF my
work were sloppy I'd be on my ear in
the gutter instead of stylist for q big
I house. If I looked sloppy in the office,
I'd only be making half the salary-be-
leve it or not-that I'm making. An
swer me this: Why should my home be
different from me, and why should !
be different at home than I am during
working hours?"
said:
wait until you're married, old dear.
Marriage rumples a good many things
Marcia had answered coldly: TT
probably never get married"
She hadn't met Karl Logan then.
It was at first sight, in the office,
that Marcia had fallen in love. But
when she saw her guest for the second
time-against the background of her
treasured apartment-she knew that
she was more than in love, that she
was away ahead Of that.
II want to be with him all the time"
she told herself wildly, I'm an idiot"
Karl Logan had put on a dinner suit
and In the lapel Of his Jacket he wore
some sort Of a darkish flower that was
purply blue and made vivid reflections
in his eyes. He didn't look exactly hand
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