Imperial Valley press., 1937-05-23
Two Lovely Women, One Prince Charming
And A SCottie Who Suffered The Name Fiji!

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course. There were any number
Of reasons why she wouldn't care
beyond. say. the end of the week
lie didn't even like her name. Be-
linda. He never even remembered
it. And he didn't like carrot col
ored hair and slate gray eyes. He
liked Vogue things stall, svelte.
allur-r-r-ing blondes. Like Cor
rinne DOree.
Belinda slashed open the mail
savagely And anyway, you didn't
fall in love with your boss. Even
the movies had given it up now.
And above Belinda collected
the mail expertly into one pile
not with a boss like David Steph-
en- Dale, district manage for the
Hawkins firm. Manager Why. he
couldn't manage a cockroach if
she weren't such an expert secre-
tary for him. Belinda got up and
carried the mail into the other
Office, laid it on the desk Ger
tainly, she assured herself once
more, glaring at the picture of
Corinne Doree on Dale's desk, he
didn't mean anything to her.
So that it was highly embar-
RAISING few minutes later, when
David stephen Dale opened the
door and walked in, for Belinda to
feel herself with hot, red cheeks,
practically like a blush. And it
was highly annoying, when you
considered that he was far infer
ior to the millions Of handsome,
courageous, splendid young men
who swarmed the earth, to find
herself admiring the square cut
of his shoulders.
And no matter how much she
tried to ignore it, when he passed
ner desk and went into his office,
she had a feeling that lot of
other doors Lad opened some
where, and there were jonquils at
the window, and sun pouring
across the room.
nDELLA!"
~ It's Belinda, Mr.. Dale" she
corrected acidly. But she noticed
that his eyes were really brown,
after all, with brilliant flecks in
them. They looked a little tired.
Undoubtedly from being out at
night clubs and places with Co.
rinne Doree.
"All right, Belinda. Now, Belin-
da, there was something wanted
to talk to you about. can't
think-oh, yes. Look here, Bella"
he said more vigorously, did you
send Miss Doree daisies or some
thing yesterday"
"Daisiesw Belinda echoed in
dignantiy. II sent her violets.
English violetsr
Belinda had seen them in the
florists window and knew i'm
mediately they were the perfect
thing for David Stephen Dale to
send. She had buried her face in
them luxuriously, and when she
looked up. she had seen his eyes
misty and adoring as he watched.
Only of course they weren't. It
was the florist clerk. They're to
be sent TO Miss Corinne Doree,
the address
Well" David Stephen Dale
went on, whatever they were,
they didn't do Che suggested that
send orchids. win you attend to
that for me Bella?"
"All right, Orchids for Miss
Corinne Doree" There must have
been something funny about Bel
nda's tone, because he looked up
At her sharply But she was tear
ng yesterdays page off his CAL
endar.
So for a while Belinda concen-
trated on some of the splendid
young men who swarmed the
earth. Young men who liked car
rot colored hair and slate gray
eyes Who said Belinda! like
that, as if it were a very delicious
name. And they looked at her
worshipfully across the little
tables of deserted tea rooms. But
Belinda found herself discourag-
ing them in the sympathetic ma