Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-08-11

the roof. He took ms departure, as
good humoredly as he had intruded.
"He's a big-hearted man." Linda
asked innocently, edo you know him
well?"
"He didn't act very big-hearted,"
Bill said.
"No," she explained, 81 mean a doc
tor-a heart specialist -"
Blaine looked at her unbelievingly,
eyes wide, corners of his lips tugged
downward. Then he roared, shaken
by laughter.
"Sorry, Linda, he gasped, "I'm not
laughing at you. It's the nerve of
that fellow. The only pump Hub
bard ever fixed was on an automo-
bile. He's the assistant foreman of
the garage in the building!"
co." Linda said the next morn
ing, after knocking at the door down
the hall, being admitted by sleepy
Janice and following her into 10 Mon
roe's bedroom, may borrow your car
just Tor To-Day
"Well, darling, I'll tell you," Jo> ans
wered, lanfourously stretching herself
and throwing back the covers from
her pajama-clad form, Jarvis is busy
today, but if you can do without a
chauffeur, it's practically yours"
Thanks" Linda said. 81 have
very special, particular reason for
wanting it."
She thought of Steve Hubbard's
pose-pretending to be doctor! Steve
Hubbard, if she knew Linda, was
going to undergo little freezing pro-
cess that would revolutionize the re-
frigeration industry, if it could be pat
ented.
90. K. Bernardine Oldfield," 10
cracked, "but pour a pint of fifth
structure kerosene in it. 1t just won't
light without fluid"
On the way downtown there wasn't
much traffic and Linda didn't exper-
fence great difficulty, despite the fact
that she was an inexperienced driver.
She did run through one stop sign,
however, while plotting her revenge
on the brash young garageman.
AS she turned into the garage af-
ter reaching Titan Tower unscathed,
young attendant, dressed in white
jumper, with the words "Titian Tow
er Garage" lettered in red thread over
breast pocket, met her car at the
street level entrance. He started to
give Linda parking check, but she
asked for the manager.
"The foreman isn't here yet, lady,"
the attendant told her, "but I'll get
the assistant foreman"
Fine, Linda thought; the absent
foreman was playing right into her
hands.
When Steve came up and put a
foot on her running board, Linda
noticed that his white coat didn't have
the lettering like the attendants. No
wonder she hadn't tumbled to his oc-1
cupation. Steve recognized her.
Hello, there" there was that grin
again. "How did you ever get way
down here in the underworld? Slum-
ming?"
Linda waited for the cue.
81 BEG your pardon" she said,
and each word would have made a
penguin feel right at home.
mo, no." Steve said, and the grin
grew broader. you've got it wrong.
That pardon line is mine remem-
ber?"
Linda decided definitely that she
did not like the young man. He re-
fused to be put in his place. And he
refused to stop grinning.
eff you're quite through" Linda
said, 81 should like to park"
Fright here, madam" Steve's ges-
ture swept the garage, which was
spotless, anyhow.
Here" echoed Linda.
Steve pursed his lips as though
weighing difficult problem.
"Well, you're the boss" he decided.
II can spare the time, if you think
people wouldn't talk"
Linda stormed from the car like
an incipient cyclone, slamming the
door with such ferocity that there
would have been another amputation
in the basement this time-if Steve
hadn't jerked his hand quickly away
from the side of the car.
"Stevie, tch, tch!" he scolded him
self, as she swung, head held high