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MONDAY, MARCH 24, 1941 ABBIE AN" SLATS

A FLASHILY DRESSED STRANGER APPEARS IN BUD TINGLES BILLIARD EMPORIUM AND RECREATION WELL | DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT

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==By Raeburn Van Buren

IN TOPHET

SERIAL STORY— FUNNY BUSINESS

Dollars to Doughnuts

By EDITH ELLINGTON

BEATURDAY-—Bee refuses to give wp, despite the hard work at Huntington's. Her first pav check—the first money she | has ever earned—is adequate reward. | Bhe pays more attention to Mr. Bradley, who hopes to work up in the busi ness Toby savs he has no time for girls, suggests Bee try to get a date | with him.

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“SCOTCH SALE letters on badge Beatrice’s lips quirked There were banners all over the basement | in celebration of Scotch Sales, but | this badge was too much | “Miss Davis,” he called "yes, sir?” ‘You're not wearing badge.” “Oh, was I supposed to?” His throat, above his immaculate white collar, grew brick red. S| if he guessed she'd been laughing at him. | “You will find wrapping desk.” A salesgirl at the end the department raised an arm naling for him, and he left her Beatrice had written gales slips when Mr Bradley | stopped her as she started for Jjunch. "i vou never bothered about the badge, Miss Davis.” “Oh!” She had genuinely forgot-| ten the stupid badge I've been SO busy. Anyway, it can’t mean much, one way or the other. The customers seem to know there's a sale on. and I've done very well without 8 badge.” Mr. Bradley's brown eye and his big hand grip the edge of the wrapping desk Are you trying to make a fool of me?” he asked angrily “Well, really was honestly

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—Listen, the Wind; 3—A Tale of

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SHE WAS suddenly angry. Every- | one around her with the slightest | scrap of authority posi- | tively determined exercise it, | insultingly, on her! As for trying| to make a fool of vou . don’t ’ anage rather well youran | “I haven't been.” “You're all riding me (been amused. cause 1 don't talk the way the other| “I know I look a clown in that girls do! Just because 1 Know gepartment full of women! But something about style 1 fashion pm Jearning a business. I'm startand try to help blundering ling a career. If they told me to | idiots who come in rigged up sweep up the floor, I'd grit my teeth | like caricatures!” and do it.” Mr. Bradley's expression changed.| “I didn’t know that was the way | Beatrice said quickly, “Excuse department s t 0 Tr e executives | me for saving that about being |started.” a fool . .. I didn’t mean it. It's| “It's supposed to be the best | just that I've taken many way. The man I room with rides | gratuitous insults from so many|me about it. He kids the gardenia, | people around here lately, and and every time someone calls at| haven't been allowed to retort even our place he bows, ‘This way,| once. T'm not accustomed to this/moddom. If I even start hunting) Spartan self-control.” Her smile for a shirt, he's right there with, | flashed. “Wik vou forgive me?” [Underwear in the second aisle to Mr. Bradley said quietly, “For-|your left.” X get it I couldnt fire you if cn YOU shouldn pay any attenwanted to. if that's what tion to him! It makes you self-

Youve conscious.” thinking. My authority is ex-| he tremely limited. So In a couple of months, I ought to

limited it is! non-existent.

Yet, in the cafeteria, he teaned | across the table and said, “I've had| the feeling, ever since you came,| that you've been laughing at me. | Why?”

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3 thier i. | De way out from under Miss Dane's , “ng Bie you MISS | {humb. I—I'm studying merchanDavis, I'm not accustomed to Spar- | qising at night, in & school of busitan self-control either.” ness administration.” Miss Dane's rheumy eye spied| «gow wonderful! But aren't you them. She hurried over, her tight gog tired at the end of the day?” black dress straining at the seams, | . her blood-red nails startling against the pearls she pulled on nervously. | “Aren't vou going to lunch, Miss| plode with stifled yawns.” Then Davis? Don’t hold us up!” | he asked, “How did you ever get | Beatrice looked at Mr. Bradley, into Huntington's? Your're so difand he looked back at her. Then |ferent from the other girls. So... she went to get her handbag. | well, differently educated .-, .” At the elevator, he was waiting.| “So have you, haven't you?” “It’s my time to eat, too. Do you| “I used to think I'd be an archimind if I—if I lunch with you?” tect,” he admitted. “I'd love it.” “Besides, I figured it out that All at once, the feud was over. store merch and manage-

8 ” on HE GRINNED. “I almost ex-

ment has structure and form to it, too. I—I ean’t explain exactly. But it takes the same kind of mind. You plan for effects, results. You're building. Of course it's not so tangible, and maybe I'm crazy ...”

“You're not crazy!” She looked around the crowded room where salesgirls, wrappers, stock girls, shipping clerks, markers, teration hands were eating their lunches. “Most of the people who work for a store like this seem to have drifted into it. They're not career people, they don't bring superior minds and any enthusiasm or even interest to the job. But, Mr. Bradley, if you see this store differently —if you see it the way an architect sees the vision of a house that hasn't even been started yet—if you're really so absorbed and sin-

cere that you're going to school at

night after a hard day here—why,

I think nothing can stop you from | was |

coming out on top!” She breathless, carried away. He smiled. “If you think I'm a ball of fire, you're the first girl who ever did. “Lots of girls must have l-liked you .” She dropped her eyes. Suddenly he cadght sight of her Wristwatch. “Mercy, I've got to run!” “There's not much time for mutual understanding in Huntington's, is there?” he asked ruefully. “I haven't a class tonight. Could I come around and call for you after dinner? We could go into this ball of fire stuff more thoroughly.”

(To Be Continued)

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