The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-09-13
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| I don't come." she said. Hes teaching me to be 8 secretary"
 "Whose secretary, if I may ask?"
 "His," Sally answered calmly. Marian nervously tapped her desk. I'm sure you are mistaken" " she observed coldly. You are allowing your wishes to get the better of your good sense"
 The girl said sweetly, T only hope that some day may be as wonderful secretary as you are. Mrs. Hardness. I watch you all the time, trying to learn." Marian looked her straight in the eye. If Sally could be frank, so could she. What makes you think that my position will be open?" she asked. Sally,s smile was disarming T don't think SO, really. But you have a husband, a very nice, harld- some husband = I've seen him at the building entrance some day you may want to keep house for him"
 T do keep house for him" Marian answered harshly.
 "Yes, well anyway--it does me no harm to prepare myself. Nat urally, I don't want to be stenog- rapher all my life"
 Marian was desperate. Listen, Sally" she said confidentially, "you are clever and ambitious, of course you want to go up the lad der. Let me see if can't get you secretarial position in some other office. I know a great many bus!- ness men, I could give you a letter"
 Sally shook her bright head. T like it here, Mrs. Hardness. Thank you just the same" She hurried back to her typewriter and Marian continued to nervously tap the desk. MT. Fellows strode- in.
 Did you answer the Allen let ter?" he asked abruptly.
 T don't remember the name"
 "He called me long distance - asked what kind of an office we were running" MT. Fellows was distinctly out of sorts.
 Did you give the letter to me or to Sally?" Marian asked, catch- ing at a hope. If Sally's ineffi- ciency could be proved
 How can I tell?" peevishly. II dictate the letters and expect them to be written and mailed. It cer- tainly isn't my duty to check up on the mail each day"
 Certainly not" Marian rushed on indiscreetly. When several persons try to handle the same job, MT. Fellows, there's bound to be confusion"
 "Never mind that. Find the Allen letter and get it off."
 About to call Sally for a check up of her shorthand book. Marian leafed through her own. There it was. B. T. Allen, National Bank Building, Grinnell, Iowa. It had not been checked off. How had she missed itp MT, Fellows was eyeing her.
 Found 1t, did you?"
 "Yes - I'm sorry - I'll send it special-l"
 "Humph," he growled.
 Incidents like that, discouraging, annoying, kept happening. One day MT. Fellows remarked tersely, If you must snap someone's head of, Marian please don't pick on mine" |" Another day he roared, "Take tho afternoon off. You're as fiighty as a witch. Whats the matter with everybody"
 And Carma continued to be e trial, the luncheon meetings with her something to be dreaded, She was bitter about Pete's marriage, disinclined, after the first agon- ized regret, to blame herself. She spoke of herself as 6 scorned, de- serted woman and vaguely threat ened all manner of reprisal. Her face had become hard and em- bittered. While pitying her, Mar. ian began to avoid her.
 One night Dan and Marian quarreled hotly. The cause was slight, something about the morn- ing paper being discontinued. The disagreement grew in proportions until 1t became a pitched battle, endorsements being comman- deered by both sides from the past, present, and future.
 Starting with Dams casual in- quiry as to the whereabouts of the morning paper, 1t worked up by rapid degrees to his shout. You