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FRIDAY, SEPT. & 1939

SERIAL STORY—

WORKING WIVES

By LOUISE HOLMES

CAST OF CHARACTERS MARIAN HARKNESS—A working wife. DAN HARKNESS—Her husband. DOLLY HARKNESS — Dan's widowed sister-in-law. SALLY BLAKE — An ambitious young stenographer.

YESTERDAY — Marian cannot blame herself when Fellows blames her for holding Dan back, depriving him of the rightful place as head of the house. The crowning blow comes when Fellows asks that Sally take his dictation.

CHAPTER FOUR

FTER his outburst, Mr. Fellows ignored, and seemed to forget the conversation, He was himself again, businesslike, kindly, impersonal. Shocked and bewildered, Marian tried to uncover the motive behind his frankness. At last she arrived at a comforting conclusion. No doubt G. F. had been merely letting off steam. Quite possibly his wife had hinted that he was not so wonderful as he thought himself to be. Marian had served as the buffer for his affronted sensibilities more than once. She tactfully handled an irate investor to the satisfaction of both the gentleman and Mr. Fellows, she ironed out a personal difficulty between two of the stenographers, she reminded Mr. Fellows of an important appointment which he had forgotten. In the guise of perfect secretary, her taut nerves relaxed. When, shortly before lunch, Mr. Fellows asked her to choose a diamond bracelet for his wife, she chuckled to herself. So there had been trouble at home. She felt distinctly encouraged. G FP couldn’t get along without her. At 12:30 she took a cab to Jaques and met a distraught, feverisheyed Carma. They were taken to a small table in the corner. Carma nervously pulled off her gloves. “I think I'm going crazy, Marfan.” “Oh, no, dear—of course, Pete's marriage was a shock—" “Pete belongs to me.” Carma’s rouged lips were a thin line, “But, Carma-—you could have had him—any time—" “Why didn’t I take him?” She smiled bitterly. “I thought he'd always be there—I couldn't marry him last year because I was buying my car—I couldn't marry him the year before because I had to have a mink coat. I've got the car and the coat, but——" “Listen, Carma, be reasonable. You didn’t want to pinch and scrimp—that’s what it would have meant if you had married Pete.” “That's what I thought when he wrote me. He said he was going to marry this Julie person” —her lips wisted over the name— “unless I quit right then and came home. I cabled him to go ahead. B-but I—I didn’t think he would.” Marian could think of nothing to say and Carma vent an frantically, ‘The past week has been ghastly. Oh, Marian, what have I done?” “You've done the most sensible thing in the world. You have a swell job, opportunity for travel, money——" “But I want Pete. The years ahead—so long—so lonely.” $$ % o ARIAN'S eyes widened at a startled thought. Suppose she were alone—suppose Dan wasn't always there. After a sketchy luncheon, they left the restaurant, two ultra-smart, young business women. Another side of the hectic picture presented itself to Marian that afternoon when Florence Avery, the switchboard girl, came to her desk. Florence was a shy, retiring girl. “Do you think I could have a small raise in salary, Mrs. Harkness?” she asked. Marian looked doubtful. “Is there any particular reason why you need more money?” The girl blushed. “Ted, my husband, wants a ca® He says a man can't get a job without a car.” “Hasn't your husband a job?” “Oh, no, he hasn't worked since we were married.” “Florence, that’s too bad. It makes it hard for you.” “I don’t care whether he works or not,” Florence replied with a touch of shy defiance. “It doesn’t matter where the money comes from. We have lots of fun.” She looked down, drawing a wistful breath. “I just thought—he hasn't seemed so happy lately—if I could get a car for him --0n payments. Marian felt that the world had gone topsy-turvy, it was all wrong somehow. Herself, beset with anxiety; Carma, sick with grief because she had not been able to have her cake and eat it, too. And now little Florence, trying to hold her husband’s love by providing for him more lavishly. Three business women. After all, were the homemakers to be envied? She thought of Dolly and Pete's Julie. She said harshly to the waiting Florence, “If your husband wants a car I'm afraid he'll have to buy it for himself.” “Yes'm.” Florence turned away. Marian thought: What's the matter with us. As for herself, she must find some way of circumventing Sally Blake. It should be simple. Sally was younger, yes, but other than that, her advantages were on the negative side. She had no background of experience, she was only fairly adept. Several times that day G. F. had laughingly corrected her. Laughingly—that was the catch. He had appeared to enjoy Sally’s presence in the office. Marian set her chin. She'd hang on. = ” ” T the end of the afternoon she was utterly exhausted, distracted with the swinging pendulum of her thoughts. When Dan called for her at the office, she raised haggard eyes, sure of his sympathetic understanding. “I'm so tired,” she complained. “It’s been a hectic day, Dan.” She was on the verge of tears. If only Dan would take her in his arms, kiss away all her worries. She leaned toward him, only to have him turn abruptly away. “That’s the way they come sometimes,” he said. Anyway, it was nice riding home with Dan. They were well out Sheridan before she found the strength to tell Dan of Carma’s frantic re-

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thought so. He said, “Carma has kept Pete dangling for 10 years.

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