The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-09-20

this morning? What did the man think she was made of?
 ''Well, here's the layout" Denis went on. You're to see Masterson this afternoon-about four. Can you get off ?"
 Miss Houghton was within hear ing. Boots must not give herself away.
 1T don't know. Not unless it's most awfully important"
 ''The thing is practically sewed up. He just wants tc see you. He's in the 'Mardell Building. Fifty seventh street. Got that?"
 "Yes. I've got it."
 'Well, be there like a good girl. Let me know what happens"
 She stood staring at the instru- ment in her hand like a dazed cre- ature. ,
 You understand this is not cre- ating precedent. Mrs Lund." Miss Houghton purred. "It's most irregular. .."
 1T know, and thanks so much" Boots drifted away. She would have to get out--somehow-at four o'clock.
 The early afternoon hours wheeled by. "If go," Boots thought, '.and nothing comes of 1t I'll lose my job here; I'll be done for" She was fatalistic about that job. It had been a ltfe-saver to her. | On the other hand Masterson's book shop would open up new life. Denis naturally was optimis- tis but 1t was absurd to say it was "all sewed up'' when Masterson hadn't even talked to her. , At half past three Boots walked over to MT Bliss who was signing a salesbook with flourish. Her heart was thudding painfully.
 He looked wilted: even his white carnation dropped.
 I'm feeling i'll. MT Bliss" It was true. Nervousness had given her.a feeling of nausea and her head ached. Everything swam before her.
 Well, well. =" He paused im- patiently, tapping his pointed pen- cil against the counter You may go then but you'll be docked for this. It's been terrible day. Girls dropping like flies. .. !" He turned his back upon her and forgot her and after a hurried word to Miss Apfel she fled.
 It had been so easy; her head still swam with the surprise of it.. She found herself out on the tor rid pavement among the jostling crowds. It was d pity she hadn't time to refresh herself but she would have to hurry now to make the appointment on time. How like Denis arrogance to make a four o'clock appointment for her, know ing perfectly we'll how difficult it would be for her to keep it.
 ''He thinks he can run the whole world. hate him ' shc thought, burning wth resentment. No, she would not be grateful to him for giving her this opportunity. It was just part of his pride and arro- gance. He wanted to show every one how omniscient he was and if he could help you to a job 1t satis- led his conceit. Boots told herself ungratefully.
 The lobby of the big office build in was cool, almost empty. She stepped into a car with intricate bronze grilles. her heart beating double time. Maybe MT Master son would be gone maybe he would not see her. after all.
 A blond girl with sculptured curls and mascaraed lashes took her name indolcntiy and plugged in two black rubber knobs at the switchboard
 Mrs Lund. to see Mir Masterson. All rightly"
 She swept the lashes In Boots direction. Room 421." she direct ed. His name Is on the door,"
 Boots pushed the swinging ma hogany gate inwnrd and looked about her intercstediv A dozen-- two dozen girls lifted curious eyes from typewriter and biiIhead ms she passed. This bie. orderly room With it's shaded windows, its dark green composition floor on which footsteps fell softly on which foot. steps fell softly. seemed dim and cool in the burning heat Of the aft. ern00n. Everywhere was order, nlR desks with neat piles Of pnpers clipped and weighed with eiear Elass squaresi shining typewrIterri young women with shIBine waved hnir. crisp bi1uses powdered noses, Hoofa had < dnsed impression Of almost eupeFhumnn tidlnesa. She was tO ieerD lafer that Burton Ainsfere0n's passion was order and eleanIInees and that he transmitted ftIa 70 Ma tffIf,
 Meantime iha effect wes s0 make her conscious 1f her own nIiNHf|H