Newspaper Page Text
young Watson, the checker, -was the
"Is there room for the present
graduate?" inquired Dacre quickly,
anxious to get to work on his busi
"Why, yes, sir. Your stenographer,
Mr. Timms, leaves next week."
"All right. Bring your new boy
around and I'll look him over."
"But, sir," began Ezra in a great
state of perturbation, "it's not "
"Telephone," announced the omce
boy just here, and Mr. Dacre became
immediately absorbed, and Ezra, his
face distressed and anxious, backed
out of the room with the unsteady
words: "How am I going to tell him?"
Whatever was on his mind, how
ever, of the unsolved problem indi
cated, Ezra grasped the dilemma by
the horns. When Wilton Dacre came
do,wn to the office the next morning
Ezra met him in the main office and
pointed to his private room.
"In there, sir," he said timidly.
"Who? What do you mean?"
"The prize-winning graduate, shy
responded Ezra, and halted.
Dacre entered his private office,
tossed his hat on top of his desk and
turned around, intent on making
short work of his visitor. Then he
drew back after an embarrassing
stare. Seated beside his desk, smil
ing, pretty and, blushing like a
fresh June rose, was a young girL
He was the respectful, considerate
gentleman at once.
"I hope, I will do," she spoke; "and
oh, sir! I want to thank you so much.
The money means a great deal to me,
for you know I am an orphan and
Aunt Letty is poor. But the position !
If only my shorthand is quick enough
The hard business lines softened
down in the face of the master of the
plant He did not reply at once. A
flashing memory of a woman who
had won his regard and deceived him
four years agone opened wide the
gates to dreams of a new ideal of
truth and loveliness, closed rigidly 1
after the one bitter disappointmen'fc
of his life.
Then all that was yearning an&
tender in his soul went out to the
eager-faced, innocent girl beforehimf
too artless to conceal her joy at being
placed in business life.
"I I shall have to speak with my
bookkeeper, Miss " began Dacre,
blundering and off his balance like
some bashful schoolboy.
"Eva, sir Eva Morris."
"Just wait a moment, Miss Morris,
please. What the thunder!" he burst
forth upon the shrinking Ezra in the
outer room. "Not a female in the
place! I thought it was a boy "
"Yes, sir; but, you see, a girl beat
them all to first place this year. You 'v
wouldn't give me time to tell you
about it She's a little model of in
dustry, Mr. Dacre. "I'll vouch for her
there. As to having a girl around
why, sir, it will make it more cheer
ful," and then the old rascal chuckled
as Dacre went off, reading in his em
ployer's face a decided leaning to
. wards an innovation in the system of
the place. .
Eva did finely. There was not a
great deal of stenographic work to
do. She was bright, smart, an ex
cellent correspondent She liked her
employer, she was the pet of the
Dacre was called away for a month
on important business. He was sur
prised and pleased when he returned.
Somehow, things looked brightened
up. In the outer office the clerical
force now' had their hats and coats
hung up in orderly way on hooks,
where before they had been flung
carelessly about The private office
was neat as a pin. The old ragged
shades had been reversed and turned.
A vase filled with flowers ornamented
For the first time in its history the
washroom of the working hands con
tained clean roll towels. The sight of
brush and comb in a homemade
cardboard case, trimmed with a bit of
blue ribbon, made Dacre smile at the,
wai8feiirt-fri-iiri'lliii I litii tifcifcifciMlaiad