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WW&WQXW&fTT?? Got anybody to take care of you?" jursued Mr. Waters. "Living at jiome or alone V "If you mean Jiat as a question," answered the girl, "I live at home with my father, and he supports me." "Well, six dollars wouldn't go very far," answered Mr. Waters thought- fully. "Still, I guess you'd hate to go home and tell the old man you'd lost your job, wouldn't you?" "I certainly .should;" answered vMiss Jones. . "Now you're talking sense," said Mr. Waters. "Well, then, I want live ly girls in my department. And not little spitfires. So you'd best make up with me and come to Coney to morrow night, and 111 give you a good time, kid. What?" Miss Jones bit her lip and reflect ed. "I'm sorry for what I did this morning," she said penitently. "And I'll go with you to Coney." "Now you're talking sense," said the manager, mollified. He glanced quickly about him. "Let's kiss and make up," he added. Miss Jones extended him a frigid , cheek, but Mr. Waters seized her face in his hands and kissed her on the lips. He saw her eyes fill with tears and smiled approvingly. "You're a little peach, girlie," he said. "I'll wait for you at -the side door at seven tomorrow." NAt seven o'clock he met Miss Jones as by appointment and escorted her to the surface car. "Well gefj sup per out there," he said. "Lobsters and beer. Then well take in the shows." All the way down to Coney he con gratulated himself upon his partnen Miss Jones was well bred, there was no doubt of that She was in a class by herself. He began to anticipate an enjoyable summer. "What's that umbrella for?" he de manded. "Why, it might rain, you know," faltered Miss Jones, Mr., Waters roared .with laughter. "Yes, and it Tnay snow, or hail," htf mimicked. "Say, if you ain't the limit! But I guess I'll educate you." They had supper together at a flashy restaurant, filled wih over dressed youths and gitls. Under the stimulus of the beer Waters becameP exuberant in his professions of ad miration, and he hardly noticed thatr Miss Jones only tasted hers. I "Now for the shows," he saidj "Scenic railroad first, kid. I'll show7 you something. ' They entered a car and shot down a declivity into a dark tunnel. Mr? Waters seized Miss Jones in his arms and clasped her to him, while heP kissed her again and again. When they emerged into the fight he saw that she was crying. She clutched' her umbrella tiehtlv: T "Well, of all the dead sports!" hes exclaimed, "You'd carry that um-a brella to your wedding, I guess, Do" rothy." w MJss Jones returned no answer. They took in a number of other shows.1 "I must be going home now," said' the girK as thev passed the terminal Mr. Waters laughed. "Come and' have a whisky," he said, "it 11 caeer you up. Say, what's the matter??" You look as if this was your funeral? "My father will wonder where E am," faltered the girl. -s "Ah, cut it out," said Waters. "Say, Dorothy " and he whispered some-s thing in her ear. e The girl turned and looked at hintf fixedly. In the intense light, among the moving crowds, they might have been alone, for none noticed themf each person was bentrupon his owiP amusements. a "It'll be all right," coaxed Mr. Wac ters. "I took to you from the first minute I saw you, kiddo. I said tt myself, 'that girl's a good-looker iff; ever there was one. And she needi a protector. Them fellows at the store are a pretty tough lot! Now, 15 you treat me right 111 treat you right, fc - A . .,AV.JAtfl...MAEM4,MraAl.iJ