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

"All right! From now on Pm
just as you like, JOAN"
Joan his eyes were void of any emo
ton.
"Get that orchestra leader on the
telephone he said. 81 have some
instructions to give him."
eyes, Mr.. Miller!" and as Joan
| dialed the number she found her
self more than ever intrigued by
this man who had offered to help her
sister. This strange enigma that
was Karl Miller.
At six o'clock Joan decided to 60
home for dinner. In two hours she
could easily make it and she was
eager to tell Sybil of her good for
| tune.
Her sister looked up in surprise
as Joan burst into the living room.
'What on earth are you doing
home? You didn't by any chance
quit?"
"Don't be silly!" Joan cried,
throwing her hat on the table. 81
have wonderful news for you. Karl
can get you a job at the Ritz Beauty
Salon."
Sybil was genuinely surprised.
''The Ritz? That smart new shop on
Post street,"
Nothing less! Isn't it wonderful?
Karl knows the owner. He's going
to call her and fix it up for you"
''But it's one of the best shops in
town." Sybil said unbelievingly
"Of course! Wasn't it nice of him?
Honestly, Sybil, how can you dis
like a man who is so kind? Imagine
his thinking about job for you to-
day, of all days, when he's so busy
with the club opening!"
Sybil was standing by the win
dow. doesn't look like a very good
night for it. It's going to rain
els that all you can say!" Joan
cried Indignantly. ''Karl said may
be, since you didn't like him, you
wouldn't want his help. But I
thought you would"
Sybil turned, "You're right, Joan!
l do need the job. You may tell
Mr.. Miller that I appreciate it very
much
Joan did not notice the GOODNESS
of her sisters reply. She was hap
PLY unconscious of the expression
on SYPHILIS face.
GLOW about dinner? Pm starved.
l have to be back at the club by
eight"
Sybil broiled the chops while Joan
made a salad.
81 see you're wearing your good
black dress to work What's the
idea?"
"Why not?" Joan retorted. I'm
making fifty dollars a week now and
l have to look my best"
"You didn't seem to think it nee
essary when you worked for Mr..
Mulford'
Joan put the salad bowl on the
table and set places for two. "You
know how l feel about Karl, Syb"
she said in low voice. "Why
make it hard for me?''
"All right! From now on I'm not
saying another word. You can do
just as you like, Joan. Maybe it's
none of my business, after ALL"
Joan put an affectionate arm about
her sister Don't feel that way,
darling. But give me little credit
for knowing what Pm doing. I'm
not child, you know"
Sybil smiled as she turned back
to the stove but she said no more.
AS Sybil had predicted, it was
raining when Joan reached the club
but the weather had not seemed to
affect business. Already the first
guests were arriving. The bar was
crowded. Gay laughter, conversa-
ton, tinkling glasses made an ex-
citing combination of sounds which
spelled success for the future. Joan
felt little thrill of pride as she
passed on down the corridor to the
office.
She settled herself at her desk
and began to type. Karl was not
there. Her mind wandered as she
worked. Only week ago she was
working for Arthur milford. Now
everything was different. Life had
turned fresh page, which Joan felt
sure would be filled with adventure.
1t must have been fate that she an
swered Karl Miller's advertisement.
Fate that MIR. milford had gone out
of business and been forced to fire
her.
She was thinking so intently that
when he opened the door she felt
the color rush into her cheeks. And
she knew that his keen eyes had
observed her embarrassment.
Karl seemed pleased. EVERY
things going fine. Couldn't be bet
ter. By the way, spoke to Mrs.