Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1942-02-12

Murdoch. Tell your sister she can
start work Monday morning"
ooh thank you'll" Joan cried. cts
so kind of you, Karl!'
He rose, came around the desk.
"Has it made you happy. Joan?"
"Of course" her eyes faltered be-
meath the steel-blue eyes.
Karl Miller laughed softly as he
drew her into his powerful arms.
SYPHILIS warnings rang in her ears
but the pounding of her heart over
came them as her lips blindly met
his.
There was strange magic in Karl
Miller's kiss. How long Karl held
her in that embrace, Joan did not
know. When he released her he put
a hand beneath her chin and looked
deeply into the green eyes that were
| filled with emotion.
"Oh, KARL" Joan cried softly, but
| before she could say more the Office
door opened and man entered.
His eyes caught the little scene
and he turned to go. "Sorry, Karl!
See you later
Joan turned back to her desk with
flaming cheeks but Karl Miller did
not seem embarrassed. cts all
right, Paul! Come on in. l don't
think you've met my new secretary.
Miss Leland, this is Paul Sherman.
Joan was forced to look into a
pair of brown eyes. Their owner
was tall and 1.-the. He had a quick
smile, brown curly hair. 1t was a
good-looking face, with it's straight
nose and square jaw.
'Im very glad to meet you," Paul
Sherman said emphatically.
Joan acknowledged the introduce
ton and turned quickly back to her
tipping. What would this man think
of her? Karl had said, "My new sec
retary," which implied that they had
not been acquainted long. Joan told
herself that she didn't care what
Paul Sherman thought, yet - for
some indefnable reason-she did.
'Paul is my right-hand man,"
Karl said, opening a panel in the
wall which revealed tiny but COM
plete bar. ''He manages the club.
You'll probably be seeing a lot of
each other. Have drink, Paul?"
The other sat down and crossed
his long legs. GA short one | have
to get out front again. Things look
good, Karl What do you think of
the club, Miss Leland?"
At the unexpected question adj
dressed to her, Joan started Its
very NICE" she replied, dark lashes
sweeping over her embarrassed
green eyes. She had an uncanny
feeling that Paul Sherman was star
ing at her, conscious of her en-
barrassment. She was so confused
that she made three mistakes in one
line. 1t was not easy for her to turn
emotion off and on as Karl Miller
did. She marvelled at his GOODNESS
as he sat on the edge of his desk
and talked to Paul
by the way" Paul was saying,
his eyes still on Joan, Eric wants
to see you. He's in the bar. Wants
you to meet some people
'I'll go then. Coming, Paul?"
Paul finished his drink. "I'm right
with you, Karl"
Joan was relieved when they had
gone. She pushed back her chair
and made no pretense of finishing
the letter she had been tipping. 1t
was thus that Paul Sherman found
her when he returned to the office
a few seconds later
She started guilty. when he came
in. "Oh, it's you again!"
"You don't seem too pleased to
see me-" Paul observed, shutting
the door carefully behind him. ''But
as a matter of fact, came back on
purpose"
Joan stared at him in disapproval.
"You mean that no one wanted to
see Karl?"
ooh sure! That was legitimate,
but when l saw a chance to slip
away, l took it." His friendly smile
made it difficult to be offended.
"Well," Joan asked fatty, "What
do you want?"
Paul laughed, displaying even
white teeth. "To talk to you. You
needn't be so annoyed. After all, I
am the manager of the club"
Was there a hint of cynicism in
his voice? "I'm sorry" Joan said,
trying to smile. 81 guess I'm not
used to this type of work YETI
That's what l am getting at"
Paul said seriously. How did you
happen to come to work for kar.
Miller anyway"
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