Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-01-13
CHAPTER 10

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ing, when yesterday he had summon
ed the acknowledgements to his Of
flee. Herman could insinuate so skill
fully that, no matter how one hated
his innuendoes, some of the mud stuck
Not only for business reasons, but be-
cause Of family reasons, the store
owner had it in for Ann.
First, there had been the question
of her sister excluding his daughters
from the fashionable card-party, when
already they'd invited old acquaint-
ances. Mother and the girls were still
yapping about it. And hadn't he low
cred his dignity by appealing to the
hotel management, who told him there
was nothing they could do about it.!
And the old acquaintance had had the
last laugh.
Next, there was Tim O'Hallahan's
detection in regard to Becky, his fav-
orite child. Ann Delafield was re-
sponsible. She was taking graft,
featherfng her own nest. Speaking of
nests, there might even be a love-nest
in the offing! This was why the tickle
Irishman came seldom now to the pa
latial Weiss suite!
Not outright did Herman unfold
these suspicious to Paul.
But enough was said to shake his
trust in Ann Delafield. She had lied
to him about refusing invitations.
Fooled him over Tim O'Hallahan. That
was certain.
Yet feeling died hard.
81 found her extremely competent
and Woodworking. Up to now, she
has been most capable buyer" he
had told Mr.. Weiss.
"Humph!" incredulously.
81 grant you that her rise has been
a rapid one, but felt I was justified
in the promotion"
ooh, know you're all for the buy
ers being young" conceded Herman.
He chewed on the end of his cigar.
"In my day, we considered that only
the years brought experience. Now
Miss SELF of the Gift Shop-she's
wide awake-no child" He looked
at Paul. Ought he to let him know
that it was through her loyalty he had
the goods on the young Lingerie buy
er? Or would that be tactical mis-
take?
Satisfied with her handiwork, Bren-
da SELF gave further momentum to
the story via the grapevine system.
It was speedily bruited around the
three thousand employees that Ann
was to be fired-for taking graft!
at hate New York with all my heart
and soul!" said Gordon Gavin.
He had enjoyed an excellent dinner
cooked by Renita Parrish in her apart |
ment down in Greenwich Village. Now
he was reclining in an easy chair by
the open window, staring moodily at
the Wall Street skyscrapers.
"What you want is Scotch highball
I'll fix one for you," said the eager
hostess. "I'm permanently on the
wagon, but tired man needs his lit
tie drink"
She thought of everything. His
favorite dishes. Even the expensive
brand of imported cigarettes he used
to indulge in, in his Harvard days.
The little apartment was full of the
scent of lilac. Great punches of it
were stacked about the living room,
because he had once told her that he
loved it. But he had forgotten that
now.
For as he looked across the CHM
new pots at what had once been the
worlds financial market, his fathers
suicide, his own ill-luck rose before
him. He brooded on the days that
never would return.
ST loathe New York;" he repeated,
when Renita came out of the kitchen
cite carrying a tray on which was
bottle, a soda syphon, some ice cubes,
and a long glass. She set the tray
beside him.
"You're all tired out with the diff
cult mental work of yours. 1 always
say that the advertising is the hard
est part of the business. Buying and
selling are child's play, Gordon, COM
pared to what you're doing. just
can't think how you can dig up so
many clever things to write about"
"Over and over-that's the trouble!'
he groaned. BRADLEY turned my copy
down this morning, and had to dc
it all over. It is so darned monot-
onous, shut up in a cell no bigger than
a dogs kennel, trying to wax lyrica
over step-ins and pink panties, ane