The Washington times., 1937-01-04
CHAPTER XXI


At 3 o'clock that same day, at
the finish of the tri-weekly class
for executives, Ann encountered
Paul Bradley on the seventh floor
"Will you bring your sales
sheets to my office? I would like
to have a word with you" he said
Succinctly.
Fear caught her. Was any,
thing the matter? Was she to be
fired?
A few minutes later, a secre.
tary in his outer office was telling
her the merchandise manager was
busy. Mr.. Herman Weiss was
cloSeted with him. She must wait.
That Herman Weiss co-owner of
the store with Thomas P. Barclay,
did not like her she was cognisant.
And it was not because of any,
thing that had happened on the
job. It was because of Snut
administered to his daughters by
none other than her sister Claire.
Claire had been in charge of a
contract tournament-for charity
but by invitation only-held in a
suite of the Swank hotel, where
the WeiSseS resided. The daugh.
tiers had been anxious to buy
tickets for said tournament-in-
deed, they had wanted to buy a
dozen tickets, and give a party to
some of their former friends from
Riverside Drive, and Swank bit
about having an entree to "the
inner circle"
Which laudable ambition Claire
frustrated.
mo more tickets are being dis.
posed Of" she had told the
climbers, looking down her nose at
Rachel and Becky "as though we
were the dirt under her feet!"
Their mother had nagged Her
man into raising a row with the
hotel management about it. Didn't t
they spend their money lavishly?
Weren't their dollars as good as
anybody else's? And so forth.
But the eldest Delafield girl was
adamant. Tickets were in her
charge. They weren't getting
any. Tournament full-up.
At that disturbing moment in
AIMS cogitations, the door of the
merchandise managers inner of.
flee opened, and Herman Weiss
came out.
AS he passed, he gave a sharp,
annoyed look at Ann.
She thought: Fired! Because
Of Claire's snobbishness!"
The secretary said: You can
go in now"
She went. in considerable trepi-
dation.
"sit down, Miss Delafield," as
the merchandise manager took the
sales sheets from her.
She thought: HE looks tired.
He hates what's ahead of him, be-
cause he sees the injustice of it,!
But he's got to do what old Weiss
wants"
In the office of the merchandise
manager, Ann waited for the ak to
fall.
Then-bleSsed moment! Did her
ears deceive her?-Paul Bradley
saying: These sales sheets are
excellent, Miss Delafield. But
knew you'd make good. You've got
the nerve" He smiled at her
kindly.
Nerve?
Yes, she had that.
How would you like to be as
Sistant buyer in the silk lingerie
department? You remember our
very first meeting?"
All! Didn't she? Forever it was
engraved in her mind and heart.
"You know a good deal about
silks already, and it's up to you
to learn more, Miss Delafield. You
must study laceS also. That's i'm
portant."
She thought: I'D study Chinese
II he asked me to-" And her heart
seemed to turn right over in her
chest.
But what she said aloud was,
very demurely! Thank you, sir.
IF ever I have any time off, per-
hapS could drive through Allen
town and the other silk mills in
Pennsylvania and New Jersey. 1t
would be moSt-educative."
you have a carr" he inquired.
USED to. No more. The crash"
She smiled.
He picked up a pencil from his