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By Caroline Digby.
"Sometimes," said Nancy Milford,
"a girl gets tired of forking. Jim."
"Meaning?" inquired Jim Rogers,
with a smile that always angered
Nancy, because it betokened perfect
comprehension, whereas Jim under
stood her about as well as well, less
than any of her friends.
"You know the saying about all
work and no whirl making a slow
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girl?" Nancy inquired politely. "Well,
Jim, because I've been-engaged to
you for nearly two years doesn't
seem to me any reason why I
shouldn't let other men take me to
theaters once in a while. I'm not a
sacrifice, Jim. I'm not cut out for
"All right," said Jim. "I guess I am
slow, but the girl I marry isn't going
to fool around with men like Hooper.
Give me my-ring;"
"What do you mean? How dare
you!" exclaimed Nancy, paralyzed
with astonishment. Then she took off
the gold band with its solitaire and
threw it at him. "There!" she said.
"Now go and give it to some girl
who's as slow as you are."
"Thanks," said Jim, and left her.
As soon as he had gone Nancy sat
down and cried her heart out. She
did love Jim. But Jim was only earn
ing twenty dollars a week in a big
law office, and they couldn't get mar
ried on that. And Nancy was book
keeper for the Cleaves-Smith Com
pany, where Mr. Hooper was depart
mental manager. He knew how to
give a girl a good time. Of late,
though, there had been something in
his manner that had rather fright
ened the girl, and once he had invited
her to a rather flashy restaurant.
Nancy had declined indignantly, but
now well, she preferred that sort of
man to slow, easy-going Jim.
As a matter of fact, Jim was to be
promoted to an important position
that fall, at forty dollars. He had
meant to keep the news as a surprise
for Nancy, but after she had insisted
on amusing herself with other men
he did not have the heart to tell her.
Now all was over; both saw that,
for both had pride, though Jim's love
was stronger than his pride and Nan
cy's was not. Nancy sat down and
wrote Jim a letter that made him
wince. Defiant, reckless, contemptu
ous, it told him that he need not see
her again, but, if he wanted to, he
could look in at Trimble's restaurant
on Saturday night, where Mr. Hooper
was taking her, "being able to earn
money and not too stingy to spend
Nancy carefully blotted the tear
that fell on her signature and sealed
the letter. Then she posted it.
On Saturday morning Jim's em
ployer called him into his private of
fice, where a little woman in black
was seated, dabbing at her eyes with
a wet handkerchief.
"Rogers," he said, "I want you to
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