Henderson daily dispatch., 1937-06-16
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I'd like TO peu a cookie. Tnar re-
minds me, it's lunch time" Mar
cha almost laughed aloud, even in
the midst of her disappointment,
at the unexpected turn his CONVEX
sation had taken Even as he
spoke, he Strengthened his tie,
reached for his hat, and then sug-
gestively looked at Marcia.
"You started this agency on a
shoestring, Abe" Marcia said,
"and now you've got enough rope
to hang yourself with. You'd bet
ter watch your step; people won't
stand your new tactics for long"
$50, you're leaving, Marcy.
Well, let's see how you'll like the
business world outside. You can't
stand prosperity; well. let's see
how you'll weather a few hard
knocks" he said as a parting
thrust. "At least Walt can still
eat"
With his informal dismissal,
Marcia found herself no longer a
member Of the Acme organization.
Regretfully, she wished she wasn't
leaving under such unhappy condi-
tons. She felt that if she'd had
an opportunity to talk frankly
with Abe she could have convinced
him why it was no longer possible
for her to continue working for
him, and at least could have kept
his personal friendship. For, in
spite of everything, she still had a
soft spot in her heart for the man
who had started her out in the
business world.
Maize was genuinely sorry to
see Marcia leave, even though she
didn't know the reason for her de-
parture. Probably wouldn't care,
either" Marcia thought, realizing
anew that this other girl was just
working the job" for the few dol
lars she could get out Of it. She
didn't think Maize had con-
science that would worry her in
any event.
Marcia deliberately took the rest
Of the week without any thought
of getting other work. She felt
she needed some time to clear her
mind of the unpleasantness of the
past months. La Cresta didn't ap-
peal to her, for she didn't like to
think of Grandma's gentle disap-
proving Of the way she had ham
died her romance with Sandy. She
took the boat that left for Catalina
island Tuesday noon, and in the
quietness of this "off" season, she
found real relaxation. Golf, walk
ing and resting on the tranquil isle
overlooking a turquoise seat
was inspirational to a person of
her artistic temperament.
It was the first Of March before
Marcia felt she was prepared to
try her luck in landing new work,
but contrary to the helpless Paula,
she had definite ideas of where to
apply. The blustery winds whipped
her coat back and threatened to
snatch her sample drawings from
her arm as she went first to the
most promising agency, Mcdowell
& Black.
"Sorry, Miss Madden. We've
just put on a young lady, and our
accounts don't justify any more
additions just now" kindly Mr..
Eastman told her when she con-
suited him.
'Do you know any openings in
the city," Marcia asked eagerly,
feeling that he would know of any
outstanding opportunities.
"Well, there's-but no. No, I
don't believe I do, young lady,"
Marcia wondered at his hesitation,
but set it down as regret that he
was unable to be of assistance.
It wasn't until she'd been to the
third Office and > received similar
evasive replies. that she began to
be suspicious. Abe had mentioned
something about the difficulty she
might experience; had he been try
ing to threaten her? Would he
dare to interfere with her efforts