The Washington times., 1936-12-12

jealousy! I'll have to watch my
step with this one!"
I'm delighted to begin at the
bottom, and I'm very grateful to
Mr.. Bradley" said Ann.
"You should be. It's his creative
policy, his brains and power that
are responsible for the success OF
the organization. But don't get
away with the idea that he's easy
to please, for he isn't. And don't
for a minute think that you can
vamp him, and get ahead on your
looks. Just because he's given you
a chance doesn't mean"
II had a letter of introduction
from Mr.. Thomas F. Barclay, one
of the owners of this store" Ann
interrupted, nettled. II happened
to go to boarding-School in Paris
with one of his granddaughters, a
chum of mine. But as matter Of
fact I was engaged to work here
without even presenting it."
This was a natural but scarcely
tactful speech, considering the per
son to whom it was addressed had
had the larger part Of her educa-
tion in the teeming sidewalks of
the Ghetto.
There was moments pause be-
fore Brenda said sharply: I'VE
don't play favorites, Miss Della
field, no matter what your back
ground"
With a hot flush, Ann recol-
lected Paul Bradley'S similar in
junction and his phrase: lone
can't bring ones elegance into q
department store" She was silent.
Fifteen minutes later, complete
with cash for buying purposes, she
was hurrying up the Avenue.
1t was half past twelve when
Ann, full of enthusiasm, returned
to the store. In one hour and
half, she had visited six shops, and
now carried two packages. A
monogramed pouch-bag, marvel
ously fitted with cigarette case,
lighter, chain purse, mirror, pow
der puff, lipstick, rouge, tiny jar of
cleansing cream with the neceS-
sary tissues, comb, pencil and pad,
and a separate compartment for
papers, or passport if one were
travelling.
1t was adequate, ight-weighted,
compact, pretty and low-priced.
An Acquaintance
The smaller package contained
twin bracelets pour Ia jeune file"
each consisting of a carved crystal
plaque two inches square, united to
three rows Of gaily-colored metal
beads.
"SpoSe I ought to take them to
Miss Selz in the Gift Shop, since
Mr.. Bradley introduced me there?"
thought Ann, little chagrined.
Or she could take them to him,
direct? Hadn't he said so during
their brief but satisfactory inter
view in his office?
Diplomacy is needed, young
woman!" Ann sternly told herself.
Must as she would have loved q
second chat with the handsome
merchandise manager, wouldn't it
be better policy to play up to the
buyer of the Gift Shop?
But Brenda Selz had gone to
lunch, she was informed.
1t was then that Ann realized
that she herself was healthily hun
CRY. On being told there was a
restaurant at the top of the build
ing, she went up in the elevator.
And the very first person she
encountered was none other than
Gordon Gavin, society boy from
her own milieu who had had to
leave Harvard two terms before his
graduation, due to his father, a
Wall Street financier, leaping, as
had many others, from his high
office window.
From the time they had attended
the Junior Holiday Dances, Ann
then being in her early teens, Cor
don had admired the youngest,
peppiest Delafield daughter. There
was a strength in her he lacked.
He was mad about Ann, but since
his family fortune crashed with
Wall Street, he had completely re-
moved himself from the old crowd.
He had to.
A proud and moody youth, whose
deep-Set eyes looked broadeningly
out on a new world he deteSted.
From a gilded only son at Har-
ward, living in his own suite of
rooms at Clavering Hall, complete
with valet, to advertising copy
writer in the department store of
Barclay Weiss, and at nights re-
turning to his single room in a
cheap rooming house was, he con-
sidered, something of an anticli-
max!