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roiN Hrnr. today SUSAN CAREY. 19, flnunf* her courw> • ' ■ Chicago business school and rur** her first Job as secretsrr o ERNEfIT HEATH, prominent architect. Phe has had several discouraging experiences before this. Apply at one office, Susan was terrloeo nv the advances of her would-be employer At business school the has become friendly with ROBERT DUNBAR, good-loosing millionaire's son, aho a student. MRS MILTON, a neighbor, rails at Pusan for Insisting on earning her own living and a ks why she does not encourage the attentions of o moody suitor, BKN LAMPM.AN Btisan meets stenographer In the office across the hall, and Is amused by her. Busan makes a mistake In copying a letter and is In tears when a helpful stranger appears. • I'm JACK WARING.” he says. Busan has no Idea who he may be NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SEVEN (Continued) The newcomer was a sandyhaired, ruddy-faced man of 30 odd who wore a faultlessly gray suit and prar-colored spats. He threw his hat on a vacant desk and advanced toward Susan jovially. "Is this the pretty new secretary? What's up? I'm Jack Waring." CHAPTER EIGHT DREARILY the girl regarded the stranger. "Jack Waring!”— where had she heard that name before? It meant nothing to Susan. She tried to regain her composure. Waring seemed oddly at home. Having deposited his rakish panama hat. on the empty desk, he straightenpri his lilac-tinted tie and demanded again, still more jovially, "What's up? Can I help? Come, tell papa about it!” If the ruination of the freshly typed sheet of bond paper In the letter press had not already engrossed the girl’s mind, she might have smiled at this sally. As It, was. she could only stare at him with dewy eyes which threatened at every instant to brim over again. "By jingo, the girl’s a beauty,” said Jack Waring, half to himself. Susan, confused, caught the ghost fnf a grin hovering on the thin lips Jpf the observer, Pierson, who had emerged from the office vault. Pierson now mumbled. "Miss Carry, Mr. Waring. Don't believe you’ve met before.” Waring bowed royally. "Delighted, I'm sure. Quite an addition to our happy little family. And now can I help the little lady?” Although Susan hated being called "little lady” above all things, she could not deny that the purring softness of Mr. Waring's voice had a soothing quality. Besides, she was utterly overcome by the fiasco of the copied letter. So she extended it to this man, saying quietly, "It's spoiled. Ruined. And I did try—” Her self-control threatened to desert her. Sheer tragedy it seemed to Susan, that the beautifully neat and correct sheets, already signed by the exquisite flourish of the absent Mr. Heath, should be destroyed by her error. In youthful despair she was ready to resign, feeling herself disgraced. "Oh, Is that all?” Waring's laugh tomehow reassured her. "Let me. look at it.” He took the limp sheets from her hand and gazed at them intently. "Here!” Susan's eyes followed him fasrinated as he led the way to her desk. "Only the first sheet is spoiled,” hp said rapidly. "Copy it over. Let nie see the book.” She gave it to him and he smiled. "This darn thing's all right," he observed. “All you have to do is type the first, sheet over. Quick —

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before the boa* get* beck! Well pop 'cm Into an envelope and nobody the wiser." Busan gasped. Waring's eyes twinkled at. her. "It's as easy as that.” he cried. "Hop to it. He’s lunching at the club with old Sayrea. “I passed them ten minutes ago and they hadn’t got to dessert. Hurry, and I’ll check it with you as soon as you’ve finished!” Feverish with eagerness, Busan obeyed. Her fingers flew over the familiar keys. With the obliging newcomer, she checked the figures and found them correct. Then she folded the letter prayerfully, stamped it. and with a thankful heart cast it into the slot beside the elevator. Just in time, too, because the punctilious Mr. Ernest Heath emerged from the car as she turned to walk away. “Finished that Shell copying?" he asked, adjusting his eye-glasses. Susan nodded. “It's gone,” she murmured. Mr. Heath looked pleasant. “Good,” he approved firmly. "Good.” Susan felt like a thief and a traitor, but held her tongue. "I can’t be fired,” she told herself. “I mustn’t.” M M M \S the days passed. Susan slipped Into a fixed and demanding routine. From the moment Ernest Heath arrived in the morning, crisply and immaculately dressed, her time, her very thoughts, were his. The little world of the office with its soft carpets, its cool breezes straying in from the lake, its inkwells and blotters and neat, ordered way, completely absorbed her. Aunt Jessie and her nagging complaints were far away. So was the tiny cottage on the shabby street. Susan learned many things. She learned how an unimportant caller may be turned aWay courteously and how an important one may be wooed to lingeer if early for an appointment. She learned how to keep the difficult Pierson in good humor and how to please her just but demanding employer. One thing she could not seem to master. That was the problem of keeping Mr. Jack Waring in what Aunt Jessie would have called "his place.” Jack Waring. 38, divorced, agreeable, fond of dancing, sport cars and feminine companionship, refused to believe Susan would not flirt with him. Waring was not used to being snubbed. In fact, he didn’t know ■what snubs were. He turned an invincible armor to them. He laughed at slings. Susan seemed to him a delectable piece of femininity, incredibly innocent, a toy to be played with. She provided a piquant sauce for his palate. Her very difference from the women he knew interested and attracted him. Some days he would scarcely have called her pretty. Her skin was ordinarily 100 pearl-pale to win his admiration. But those eyes of hers, so melliflously eloquent, black and gray by turns! That dark, soft, curling mass of hair and those childishly pink lips, untouched by lip salve. That deliciously merry laugh. All these enchanted and exasperated him. Jack Waring had been married young—at 22—to a. girl he had ex-

travagantly adored. At 35 he had gone through the painful and disillusioning business of the divorce courts. He had been fiercely and angrily wounded, both in his pride and his love. He had for the space of six months thought that life was a futile and grievous burden. Then abruptly, to the surprise and deligfit of his friends, he had taken anew lease on living. He had decided to laugh at the slings and arrows, had shaken off seriousness and had begun ardently to pursue pleasure. Light amours were his, snatched kisses. He had become a dancing man after thirteen years of sturdy and rather monotonous domesticity. He had come to enjoy the novel sensation of being free. tt u u SUSAN seemed to Waring a pretty apd welcome diversion. He could not be made to understand that to her the snatched kiss and murmured compliment in office hours were things to be despised. His continued cheerful pursuit in the face of rebuffs never failed to astonish her. When he should have been hurt and angry he mer—iy smiled. Susan became adept in the art of avoiding him. When he sought tete-a-tetes with her in her little cubicle,-she always made an excuse to leave. And Waring continued to smile at her—a sly, wise, rather cynical smile which seemed to say, "All women are alike.” He thought her scruples merely silly and childish. A kiss was a kiss, nothing more. All the sweeter if stolen. Susan thought flirtation on the sly both undignified and stupid. She said so. Jack Waring merely laughed. "You’re still in the baby stages, sweetie. Some day you’ll wake up, and then—” “Yes. And then?” Susan was prim, but Eve’s curiosity danced in her eyes. The man shrugged. He reached for the slim, long-fingered hand that lay on the desk before him. Susan gasped. "Do stop teasing me. You promised!” “All right. But you must come out with me one day. How about the races on Saturday? Driving out with some people. Like to show you to them, you pretty thing, you.” A flag flared in the girl’s cheeks. Dangerous talk, this, for a man to pour into the ears of young-and-20. Susan didn’t know how to answer. It wasn’t what she had dreamed of, love from the lips of a man jaded and disillusioned, but it was more tempting that she dared to admit. And what, after all, had she to do on Saturday? Oh, she would have a sandwich and glass of milk on the w'ay home. She would sway wearily from a strap in the packed and crowded street car and spend the rest of the afternoon ironing or darning the stockings Aunt Jessie had saved for her. All around her in the expectant bustle of downtown’s half holiday girls would be clinging to their escorts. Girls In white, their bathing suits bundled in brief cases. Girls in floppy hats. Girls with carmined lips going to the beaches, the parks, the amusement places. She, Susan Carey, would be alone. m n n SHE wondered even ns she answered this man slowly and deliberately why she hestitated. There was something in her blood warning her against him, though her pulses leaped to the temptation. She was young. She was alive and eager. It was little fun to spend her free time alone as she usually did, or worse still, listening to Aunt Jessie's complaints. "Why don’t you answer me, miss? Getting above herself, she is, since she’s got a job. Forgets that 1

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raised her?’* Aunt Jessie’s voice, raised to a whine, would drone on and on. Yes, Jack Waring's company would be a change from this. Still she refused. "Not this time,” she said. She fibbed, “I’m busy Saturday.” Unacknowledged and in the back of her brain lay the admission that she would not dare to go for fear of what Ernest Heath might say. His lean, aristocratic face rose before her. She thought of the distaste his fine eyes would express if he heard she was “gadding ‘round” with Jack Waring. It would

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seem to cheapen her, Susan felt. Other girls did it—yee. Somehow she could not. But Waring was not finished with her yet. Impudently, he put his shaven, mocking face so close to Susan’s that she could smell the scent of the lilac lotion he used. "Watch out,” he whispered. “We Warings usually get what we want.” Almost, those audacious lips grazed the girl's flaming cheek. A voice broke in on the tableau. Ernest Heath's voice. Sarcastic and cold as ice, it fell on Susan’s horrified ears.

“Very charming, indeed! And now I should like to know what’s going on her* If you're not too busy to tell me!’* Scarlet, aghast, Susan leaped to her feet. She was speechless. No words came to her defense. She twisted her hanefe, looking in her angry innocence the very picture of guilt. Ernest Heath's thin lips drew together in a straight, forbidding line. He strode into the private office without another glance at the girl.

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