The Washington times., 1937-06-22

proGruo1ng beeLn.
This is the bull-pen," he con.
fided, indicating the big main of.
flee, "but we don't call it that
In front of tn Big Noise"
Margery did not quite succeed
In restraining giggle, which gave
William the idea that he was de-
veloping into a great wit.
That's his office" William in
dicated a door lettered:
MR.. MASON
President
Its some dump, believe me, y
william continued, with Oriental
rugs an Statoos an such junk
and, Boy, has he got a lib'ry Of
books that will burn you up!"
He opened an unmarked dooI
Just beyond the door to the presi
dents office.
This will be your treadmill
that's the door to tn old mans
office. Miss Tuttle will be here
any minute. She says she's going
TO- be married. Blind guy, is my
bet
Miss futile fluttered in at that
moment. At least, she had the
appearance of fluttering. She
Smirked and swayed her head and
her hands fairly fluttered with
useless movements. ....
"'All right, Willie" she swittered
and closed the door as he reluc
family went out. Then she turned
to Margery.
~You are Miss Morrison, I sup
pose?"
Margery admitted it with a gra
cious smile.
''You will like this place. Mr.
Mason is so genteel. I'd never
leave. only I'm going to be mar
ried."
Margery sized her up and un
derStood why William had bunch
that it was a blind guy" Miss
futile was to marry. It didn't
seem possible that any chap with
Umimpaired vision would care to
enter into such a matrimonial
alliance.
That's ice," Margery ventured
ooh, yes. I think it is every
girls duty to marry, don't you,
Miss Morrison?"
st suppose q girl should follow
the dictates Of her heart, Mis-
Tuttle." Margery wished Susie
could have heard her spring that
one.
"Mr. Mason is rather stern and
strict, genteel, as said, but il
you can do the work you'll get
along. I am related to hun. My
mother is a cousin of his" She
lowered her voice. I'm simply
dying to know what he will give
me for a wedding present"
Naturally. Now what do I do
with thiS-hold it,"
Margery held out her hat. Miss
futile emitted a few staccatn gig
giles and showed her the built-in
wardrobe.
Miss Tuttle was as good-hearted
as she was plain, to put it mildly
for the young woman was pain
fully unattractive. She took her
into Mr.. Mason's office as she
went in to get his mail Margery
saw that william had not exag'
eerated. The office seemed more
like a boudoir than anything else,
with a couple Of great dtvanS,
cabinets of statuettes and other
articles of virtu, costly rugs and
many paintings.
Miss TuCt1e indicated an ornate
cabinet almost ceiling high, and
lowered her voice.
This is full of just the awful
est books" she murmured, Ger
rible books confiscated by Mr.. Ma
sons Purity League"
$50 what?" Margery asked, al
though she said it pleasantly
enough.
Sometimes" Miss futile wills.
pered, "Mr. Mason goes away on
business trips and then you can
sneak some Of those books out and
read them and look at the terrible
pictures. Honestly. they are SIM
ply shocking. You'll get an awful
thrill out of them. I know I do.
afraid I'm not interested in
thrills" Margery said, succeeding
IN smothering desire to laugh at
her.
They went over the mail to-
gether. Miss futile was most
q" mfr. Mason" Miss futile ca
blamed, Looks after the activities
of the Purity League end. The
books we publish on the history Of
peace and such things are all
handled by Mr.. Pipp."
'-4... Mason arrived at his office Just
before noon. He stepped into the
little secretary's office and sai3,
+e'Good morning, Miss Morrison.
% Miss Tuttle showing you the
Tcpes?"
Eyes, thank you, SplendidIy,"
: Margery assured him.
= He bowed gravely, said, II shall
dictate q letter, shortly, to see how
you manage"
He did dictate o long letter, soon