Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1942-02-05

give you two weeks salary in ad-
vance,"
Joan colored. Did Mr.. Miller think
she needed money? eft won't be
necessary"
He laughed. "You will find that
do business in my own way. 1t
is quite customary for me to pay
my employees in advance"
She felt embarrassed and rebuffed
as he wrote out a check and handed
it to her, but she said quietly,
''Thank you very much, Mr.. Miller
He opened the door for her and
their hands touched on the knob.
Blue eyes gazed into green. He
was very close to her.
"I'll expect you tomorrow, then. -
She felt a personal significance In
each of these unimportant words.
Good night, Mr. Miller!'
GOOD night, Miss Leland" Again
she noticed the soft, thick accent,
the trick of speaking without NOV
ing the lips He was still smiling
as she closed the door.
It was almost eleven when Joan
arrived home.
"You said you'd telephone" Sybl
reminded her. "What happened?'
Without removing hat or coat Joan
sank down before the fire. 81 got the
job all right, Syb. It's night club.
A man named Karl Miller
"You don't seem very excited,
Sybil commented.
"He's the most interesting man
I've ever SEEM" Joan said softly.
t'What goes on?" Sybil exploded.
'Have you lost your mind?'
Joan rose and laughed shakily.
"Sorry, Syb! Anyway, I have job
starting tomorrow and the salary is
fifty dollars week."
'Fifty dollars week." Sybil
frowned. "There's something wrong
with this picture! That's too good a
salary for job without reference.
1 don't like it, Joan. What's this
Karl Miller like?'
Joan yawned and went into the
bedroom "Take it easy, darling!
No doubt he is all right. Come on
to bed, Syb. Let's not argue about
it tonight"
Sybil opened the windows to the
screaming wall of foghorns.
"What are your hours?"
81 don't have to be there until
two and l work until around mid
night
"Joan, I'm not going to let you
take that job! There's something
phoney about it."
Joan pulled the covers up over he1
chin. Her hair spilled like liquic
Jet over the white pillow case.
cit will be fun working at a might
club. I'm almost glad that Mr.. Null
ford fired me-"
Sybil wound the last golden cur
on a bobby pin and tied a ne
over her hair. you're getting int
something. 1 have feeling"
cat least I won't be bored. 70,
know, Syb, I've always wanted t.
have something exciting happen t.
me-"
Something like Karl Miller?'
Sybil questioned, shrewdly.
"Perhaps!"
Sybil snapped off the light. 'Don'
be foolish, Joan! You couldn't posi-
bly, be in love with a man you'v
met only once"
Joan smiled in the darkness
"Why not?"
because that isn't love! If you
ever really been in love, you'd kno'
the difference"
maybe 1 already know the di
ference" Joan thought, remember
ing a pair of shrewd blue eyes.
"Infatuation and love are two di
ferent things" SYPHILIS voice CT
through the darkness.
But Joan was hearing anothe
voice, voice that put intimac
into the most commonplace words g
it said. CPL expect you tomorrow.
But Sybil lay awake, shivering
spite of the warm covers, wonde
ing, almost afraid of tomorro
that might be fraught with siniste
significance, significance she fe
and mistrusted.
Joan's first day as Karl Miller
secretary was uneventful. The Gu
Elite was in the hands of painter
and decorators who made so mue
noise and confusion that it penetra
ed even to the inner office. Fro
two to five Joan worked harder thu
ever before in her life. Karl w;
particular. He watched every mo'
she made. He scrutinized each lie
ter she typed with a quick sweep
his blue eyes His very presen,
made Joan nervous.
Il want you to memorize eve
name in this book" he told her,
dicating a small, leather volume.
speak to no one, in person, or ov
the telephone, unless the name
here. You understand"