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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 09, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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A MISUNDERSTANDING
ByMaud Beasley
Lizzie Holt, atTthe perfumery coun
ter of the Twenty-five and Fifty Cent
store, looked up at Maggie Parsons,
her neighbor behind the toilet arti
cles. "Gee! That's the third time old
Simmonds has spoken to me this
morning," she remarked.
"He must be getting stuck on you,
Lizzie," replied her friend.
Simmonds, the owner of the chain
of stores, was a man between sixty
and seventy years of age. He had a
fringe of white whiskers under His
chin, he was not particularly well
groomed or spruce; in short, he was
not in the least the kind of elderly
gentleman who would attract the af
fections of a pretty girl of twenty.
Lizzie had secured her position the
first day she looked for one. She
had come up from the country, and
when she had saved up the price of a
trousseau a really elegant one
she meant to let George Robbins, at
present employed in their home town
as manager of a little local store, lead
her to the altar.
Simmonds certainly appeared in
terested in Lizzie. Before th girl
had been in the store a month he had
already contrived to have her sum
moned to his private office at least a
dozen times.
"How would you like to act as my
stenographer, Miss Holt?" he In
quired upon the last of these occa
sions. "I don't know much about stenog
raphy," admitted Lizzie. "But I could
learn, I suppose," she added, thinking
of the increased salary and the im
proved trousseau that would result
therefrom.
"Well, I'll tell you what Til do,"
said the old man, staring.at her in a
way that brought the blushes to ier
cheeks
Then when you are competent, may
be there will be a place for you in
here."
Seventeen comely young women
looked daggers at Lizzie when she
came out of the office.
"What d'he say to you, Lizzie?" de
manded Maggie resentfully. "Raised
you?"
"Not yet, but soon," said Lizzie,
humming a tune.
The stenography lessons were a
failure. Lizzie made no progress at
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"He Must Be Getting Stuck on You,
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all. Her vain little head was filled
with the thought of the trousseau,
and the hooks would turn the wrong
way, and the consonants turn them
selves into impossible angles. rMean-
while Lizzie continued at the store.
Simmondjs attentions were now the
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