Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1936-08-28
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by Ruth Harley 1AD~~A
by Ruth Harley
SECOND INSTALMENT

SECOND INSTALMENT
I've never spoken to him." de-
clared Maris stoutly. She wondered
why Patsy seemed to have an al
most uncanny intuition about her
thoughts.
Maybe not, but l. bet you re
watching every minute for that
very chance"
"Well, it's a long one, anyway.
Miss Riggs gives out all the work,
and it's only the tried and trusted
not a newcomer like me-who
are allowed to work for the boss or
the boss son. What chance have
l to get acquainted with young
Fayson?" she questioned, nonchal-
antly taking another roll. To her
self, however, she confessed that
she would make the chance soon if
it didn't come along naturally.
well, Maris, I haven't worked
around hotels for the last few years
without learning a thing or two,
and remember young fellows like
Fayson may play around with girls
like us, but that's all there is to it.
They don't want us for wives"
"Who said we wanted to marry
them You take things too seri-
ously."
mo. Maris, but when you've a
~perfectely good boy friend, l can't
see why you want to break up with
him On the chance that young Fay
son will take a shine to you. Why
don't you call Rod and tell him to
come around? I bet he's wishing
you would. Go on" Begged Patsy.
"Why should I? That young man
needs a lesson"
But, Maris, it seems 50 silly to
break up a worthwhile friendship
just because Rod won't get a new
car. You know he'll get one later
on-once he puts his invention over
and then you'll be mighty sorry
if it's some other girl who goes rid
ing in IT instead of vol1."
"Oh, go On, Pat; you needn't
think you'll brighten me into call
ing him up. When Rod comes to his
senses again there'll be time enough
to talk to him. Say, if you want to
get to the hotel early you'd better
be stiring-at least if you want to
sample your chocolate cake first"
But the dishes?" countered Pat
sy.
'Never mind the dishes. I'll do
them, only want to take my time
over this sumptuous cake and cof-
fee," said Maris, rising and turning
on the radio.
The velvet click-clicking Of
twenty noiseless typewriters echoed
in Maris' ears. She was sitting at
her desk in the stenographers' room
the mex morning. There was no
sheet Of paper in her machine, nor
any dictaphone going at her side,
for she had just finished a batch Of
letters and Miss Riggs, her chief,
had not given her anything else to
do.
Her eyes were not on her mach
inc nor On her fellow workers, but
her gaze wandered along the corri-
dor to the glass-encased office
where young Stanley Fayson was
seated at his desk. His coming had
caused a wild flutter of excitement
in many of the girls hearts. Some
of the youthful stenographers had
openly discussed their chances of
catching the wealthy young man
who, like many another college boy,
had assured his friends he was go
ing to revolutionize his fathers
business.
But so far, in spite of a reputa-
ton that had proceeded his arrival
that pretty girls were his special
ty-he had apparently not learned
of their existence. Or perhaps, as
Miss Riggs suggested when queried
by one of the girls, he was too near
his father now, to start anything.
AS Maris gazed at him, she no.
ticed his sleek black hair, his
swarthy complexion and his rest
less, dark eyes. When he lit a Gig
arctic the CLEAN of a jewel in the
quaint ring he wore on his small