The daily monitor. (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1940-1942, 1941-04-05
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BY EDITH ELLINGTON
BY EDITH ELLINGTON

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BY EDITH ELLlNGTO
YIsrERDAY: Anthony takes his Big
l6ss ~ % the merchandise manager.
Zee waits saxisusiy, knowing that II hS
10 successful hs viii ssk her - marry
him and her marguerite will be end
%. A esstsmsr tells her that she wants
her s.'s 81. :: zee : dress: Bee Dc s:s: ~
Asss. And her husband IL jenkins.
Beatrice Huntington Dsvenpsrrs ehsuf-
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BEE BEGS FOR HER JOB
CHAPTER Xxx
jenkins hands were deep in
the pockets of striped purple
suit, and q SLOUGH hat was push
ed back on his head. He had the
air of a man enduring inhuman
punishment.
He was protesting to his wife.
"But listen, suppose she stays in
South America the rest of the
year? You think the old mans
going to keep me on a salary for
doing nothing? ! tell you, !
might be out of a job and you
want to buy more dresses!"
II might not buy it. ! just
want to try it on"
Beatrice gained control of her
self even as Jenkins eyes wan
dered around the department.
She turned her head just before
the moment when that rowing
eye would surely have lighted
on her face. She dived for the
fitting room curtain, her heart
racing. Behind her, she heard
Mrs. Jenkins saying, II think
that's the girl who waited on
me-"
1--WE got to get out of here"
Beatrice thought swiftly. II SIM
ply can't face Jenkins. can't
have it all exposed now!" It was
an hour until lunchtime, and she
had q customer in the fitting
room. A customer who was try
ing to soothe a whining little
boy. "rll be through in minute,
Junior. In just q minute"
Miss Getz appeared, providen-
TALLY, and Beatrice cried, "Oh,
Celtic, please take my customer,
in there. IL don't feel WELL"
Miss Getz stared, but Beatrice
had turned and ran. She slipped
through the curtains at the other
end of the fitting room aisle.
Miss Dane was on the phone, her
back to Beatrice. Beatrice fled
through Housewares, and into a
waiting elevator.
She'd 60 up to the soda foun-
tain, linger over a forbidden
coke, and then she'd loiter on
the main floor. How long would
Mr.. and Mrs. Jenkins wait down
there? If he'd only talk her out
of the whole idea, and drag her
away!"
Over the coke, she wondered
again about what was happen
ing upstairs. "I'll sign the slip
for it," she told the soda clerk.
IF you ask me, they ought to
give us the cokes," the girl said
while Beatrice scrubbed her
name, number and department
across the back of the ticket.
whats a coke to the Duchess,
anyway"
1.-TWO thousand cokes might
be something" Beatrice suggest
ed mildly.
Having finished her drink, she
wandered into the stocking de-
partment. II certainly n e e d
some, too. But $685.. that's
too much" She fingered 79-cent
hose until the speculative eye
of q main floor section manager
sent her scurrying again. As she
passed one of the side street en-
frances, q sudden thought struck
her. Jenkins lives in Queens. ]
bet he's riding around In my
carw
She walked boldly out the
door. Sure enough, there . little
way down the street, her shining
black town car was parked. She
regarded il with strangely min
gled emotions. ride the sub
way, and Jenkins and his wife
skylark around In that"
She wondered maliciously,
how Jenkins would like IL II she
simply got in the back seat and
sat there, waiting for him. 1.-THE
shoe would be on the other foot
then, my good man." she
thought. Yet she was aware
that she was not half 50 outraged
by jenkins fragrant abuse Of his
privileges as she would have
been before she came 70 work In
Huntington's.
The doorman, who had been
busily handing an old woman
into her car, shook his head at
Beatrice. "You want to catch
pneumonia?" His eyes twinkled.
ANY time you feel like Sneak-
ing out for . breath Of air, be
sure It's me on the door, and not
that other man. He'd tell on you