The daily monitor. (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1940-1942, 1941-04-02
A SHOCK FOR THE DUCHESS
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Beatrice stared down at the
girl on the floor. For q mo-
ment, she was so surprised and
frightened she couldn't move.
Miss Ryan's face was white, her
eyes were closed, she was as still
as death.
Toby cried, Get somebody!
Get some water! Do something"
But Miss Dane was already
pushing aside the curtains. "How
long does it take to-" she be-
gan testify. Beatrice face stop
ped her. whats happened?"
miss Ryan tainted" said
Toby.
Miss Dane rushed forward.
Everything happens to me"
she cried in irritation. "The
departments mobbed, nobody
does anything, stocks in a mess.
shipments don't come in on time
and now this!"
"Pm sure she couldn't help
it," Toby snapped. "Or do you
think she's faking?"
Go away" Miss Dane made
a distracted lunge, and peered
down at the unconscious girl.
Get some water. Phone for
the nurse" She began to rub
Miss Ryan's wrists, almost i'm
patiently. Haven't l trouble
enough with those contingents
they wished on me? And not
an IL in black, and ! have to see
that girl from advertising in a
minute! How can I get up a
decent ad with all this going
on?"
There were little beads of
moisture on Miss Ryan's upper
lip. Her nose looked pinched.
Beatrice said, II think she ought
to have a doctor"
"You Think" screamed Miss
Dane, still roughly massaging
Miss Ryan's limp wrists. "You
think! What were you doing in
here, anyway. Get out on the
floor, wait on somebody" She
added, 1.-THE girl proba bly,
didn'nt have any lunch, that's
ALL"
Today was pay day, Beatrice
remembered. The envelopes
wouldn't be distributed until
nearly closing time. Perhaps,
she thought pityingly, Miss Ryan
had not had lunch money.
Toby came back with water.
Lift her up. I'll see If I can
pour some down her throat"
Beatrice said, whisky would
be better"
ooh, give 1t to me" Miss Dane
snatched the glass and dashed 1t
into the PROSTATE girls face.
There was q gasp a moan,
and Miss Ryan's head moved
slowly from side to side. At
last, slowly, her eyes opened.
She stared up at them. She
WINGED, and tried painfully to
rise.
Beatrice knelt beside her,
swiftly. You're ill, don't try to
get up. Wen send for a doc
tor"
"Nonsense!" snapped Miss
Dane. Help her up. She can
walk to the elevator, can't she?
Take her to the infirmary." She
looked at Miss Ryan with ILL
disguised disgust. "The busiest
day we've had in weeks, and
you faint"
"I-everything went black"
Miss Ryan whispered. I'm all
right now, though" She tried
to stand without leaning on Bea-'
trice, II can 60 back on the
floor"
With q shock, Beatrice realiz-
ed that the girl was afraid Of
losing her job. you're going
to infirmary," she said quickly.
Come on"
But when they got to the ele-
vators, Miss Ryan caught at Bea-
trice's sleeve. mo. Don't take
me up there. They-they'll And
out what's the matter with me,
and 1--we got to keep on for
q while :" Her blue eyes be-
sought Beatrice, and her fingers
plucked nervously. "Please Miss
Davis"
"What Is the matter with
your"
Tim going to have q baby.
Oh, don't look like that! I'm
married. I've been married for
two years" Her eyes dropped.
Jimmy works In the shipping,
and he doesn't make much. that's
why we've keep II secret"
She leaned against the wall and
closed her eyes for Q moment.