The Washington times., 1937-06-22
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after lunch. He was so kindly
about it, and yet so strictly i'm
personal, that Margery was quite
happy. And, when "he returned
with the typed letter he scanned It
and said Extremely good work,
Miss Morrison. It shows much
sound experience"
Miss Tuttle departed the next
day, Saturday noon, taking her
few desk belongings and the
more or less sincere good wishes
of her associates. On the follow.
ing Monday Margery settled
down to the work with a feel
ing that at last her embarrassing
and engaging experiences with
too-enraptured bosses, and the
ever subsequent job-hunting days,
were over.
On Saturday Margery stopped
to do a bit of shopping and Susie
was in the apartment ahead OF
her.
"Hi-ya, Marge. How's tn first
week on tn new job7" was her
greetings.
Perfect. Sue"
mo passes, huh?"
mo passes. Believe me, it's a
treat to have a boss like this
one. A girl doesn't have to grab
for the shears or paper knife
and get ready for combat when
this boss comes up behtnG her.
That's good, only keep one
eye open, Marge. The cleverest
guys are never fast workers"
"Silly. Mr.. Mason Is an old
man."
yeah, 2 know. The old ones
don't have any restraint at all,
once they get ideas. If you had
map like mine, Marge, you'd
never be bothered" Susie looked
at her and sighed. But, Gee,
I'd rather look like you, II ]
never Kept a lob"
The second week passed. Mr..
Mason was apparently the same.
A bit more genial, Margery
noticed, and quick to compliment
her for her efficiency. There
was an extra five dollars in her
nav envelope that Saturday.
"Still on the job huh?" Susie
asked when Margery got home
that noon.
"still on the job" Margery as
sured her, happily.
whats the matter with your
boss-crippled or something"
"Nothing's the matter, Sue. He
happens to be gentleman. I got
a five-dollar raise"
whats that?" Susie asked.
sharply.
"A five-dollar raise, and can I
use it,"
"Oh!" Susie said, so queerly that
Margery looked at her question
ingly.
"What's wrong with that?" Mar
gerry demanded.
'"Time will tell" Susie said.
dryly.
Margery celebrated her good fer
tune that night by taking Susie
out to dinner, where both the food
and the floor show were tops.
It was Wednesday afternoon
that Margery finished tipping a
prospectus of the new three-vol-
ume edition of the leagues His
tory Of Peace" Mason was stand
ing by a window and she took it
over to him. He glanced at it
and nodded.
Perfect. Of course, the same as
you are" he said.
Something in his voice caused
her to look down in embarrass-
ment, or perhaps it was the an
cient, tell-tale gleam in his eyes.
At any rate, before Margery
realized what was happening,
Mason's long arm reached over
her shoulder and a cropping hand
held her in a quick embrace. His
other hand tipped back her head
ald he was kissing her.
I'VE have been wasting time,
my dear" he murmured and he
began kissing her again.
CHAPTER III
Margery wrenched herself out
Of Horace MaSon'S rather clumsy
embrace and drew her hand across
her face, where his lips had kissed
her. with q gesture of disgust.
"Oh you fool-you FOOL" she
cried.
Tut. tut, my dear. I'm not the
fool, and I am sure a pretty girl
as wise as you are will not be fool
enough to refuse all that my
friendship can do for you"
friendship"
Margery'S eyes were filled with
tears, not Of grief or fright, but Of
anger and disappointment and the
knowledge that once more she
would have to start out job-hunt-
ing.
Certainly, my dear, friendship, I"
Mason tried to assure her. Surely,
in this day and age, you aren't
silly enough to pretend to prudery
and false modeSty. We both know
the facts Of life and"
Ito Be COntinued)
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