The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1941-05-29
-RI-MARGAREIM lDQEAER

Cnllurel, ana pretty. pump,
dark wife who was going to bria3
him a sixth child before many
months. He and Aristides We're de-
voted to each other; Nick, like
Molly. had an air of protective
ness toward Ris. In fact. Nics WIS
rather protective person ail
all round; assertive, cheerful, pa
rental.
81 hear you was good frienti
to Molly. Well. you bet we goia'
to be good friends to you," he
said, to which the shyer Aristides,
teeth cleaning, added, "Yousbetw
Eileen had nearly forgotten her
first meeting with Molly. 1t had
seemed such a small thing to do
to awaken such response-merely
offering to room with a girl an
other girl didn't want to room
with.
TITS Molly's been the good
friend to me-" she said, laughing.
Aristides, his big black eyes
dreamy. said. "Ah. Molly's Won
derful."
His smile was charming. Molly
turned crimson under it, and
openly squeezed his hand.
We'll. if you can say that" she
said crisply. latter the way I've
been bounding you about the
shop, you're a good kid, Ris."
He shrugged. Its for my good.
You and Nick-well, I'm sort of
your protege." he said, unexpect-
edly. Il guess it's all right for
me-"
Eileen could see that Aristides
had been managed for his good all
his life - passive, sWeet-natured
romantic. Nick had been in charge
till now; and now Molly was TAX
ing over.
Little Mrs. Papoulos, whose
Christian name was Myrtis,
laughed. "Some folks boss and
some get bossed." she said, jump
ing up to clear off the plates and
replace them with sticky Greek
sweetmeat which Eileen looked at
in some dismay. "You and me.
Ris, we get bossed. hey?"
Iris says you're swell" Molly
confided to her later. He says
he likes you better than any
friend I ever had. He thinks you
have beautiful eyes and hands"
That's nice of Ris. liked him,
too"
Nothing ever gets by Ris,"
Molly said fervently. 81 never no.
ticed you had pretty hands. But
he would He's like that. Some
times l think he oughta been
writer or something. He does
write poetry little"
Odd Job
EILEEN did not need to talk at
II all that night. When Molly had
finished about Kiss personal per-
fections, she continued about his
prospective flower shop and his
plans for running it. He thought
he could swing it alone with
Molly running in from Nick's shop
next door to give a hand from
time to time. Presently. of course,
it would expard to the point of
reeding twice the space and twice
the employees.
Just before she slept she thought
to ask. ""What happened with
you?"
Nothing so far" Eileen said.
"But I can't expect everything to
happen at once.
mo" Molly said drowsily.
Anyway. an additions lot. You
got to keep up going to see them
and calling them"
Eileen, before she slept, did
some thinking, She must keep
enough in bank to fall back ON.
Two weeks did not prove much
the radio people were encourag-
ing; there must be Jobs for so
competent a secretary. She de-
cided toatrY the Part Time Bu-
reau.
1t proved to be differed by a
bright, kindly lady who answered
telephone calls with the patience
of a switchboard operator. And
the part-tln1e jobs proved to range
from interior decorating to maid
service. y
"Secretarial work by the hour"
the lady said. Eyes, we get calls
for that. OF course, we get a fee"
She took Eileen's telephone
number, and the hours when she
was to be found at home,
Eileen went out again, on the
round of Job hunting. It was get
ting closer to October. Being in
New York by itself. was exciting.
stimulating-and there was plenty
of time. There'd be a radio job.
There'd be-lacking that-a Sec
retarial job.
She was suitable: she was pref
ty. alert. capable.
what you have TO have's con-
facts" Molly said wisely. They
are what count. nowadays"
Eileen got another addition, in
few days. And more encourage
ment. And nothing coming of IT,
The Part Time Bureau called
Eileen a couple Of times. She
picked up. as good reports, she
supposed. came of her, five or six
dollars a week that way, doing
tipping by the hour. And then
things Jagged She went, on her
rounds. in 10 see the manager. by
way of stirring her up.
Not thing for you, my dear"
she was told. And honestly,
sometimes ! get so discouraged
the saddeSt stories"
The telephone interrupted her.
NO she said. I'm sorry. !
haven't anybody at all Of that
kind right now
What kind" Eileen demanded.
hand on the managers black crepe
shoulder.
Nothing you want" said the
manager. hand on the H1outhpiece.
That's Mrs. Carrier. She wants