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By George Elmer Cobb.
Eunice Graydon recalled the care
less remark with the sweetest smile
in the world. In the first place the
words implied a decided compliment,
for her appearance must have at
tracted attention in order to create
the discussion in question between
two .callers at the office -of Robert
Only a stenographer! but. a good
one, and under what auspicious en-
Hummed a Sweet Home Tune.
vironment! As Eunice recalled the
day two years previous, when a
stranger in the city and well night
discouraged she had been accepted as
an employe of Mr. Larned, the tears
of gratitude, joy and loyalty arose to
her beautiful eyes and she was proud
and content as any queen.
. She was a woman to attract at
tention anywhere. Past early girl
hood,, she was still lovely and grace
ful. Her kindly eyes, her gentle, wo
manly dignity, her helpful, earnest
disposition, all these had won for her
the respect of her employer and of
every other person in the office.
The two men callers decided not to
wait to see the proprietor. It was
early in the morning. Eunice always
came down early. There was a mis
sion of almost reverence involved.
She busied herself always first about
the desk of her employer. It was to
place his swivel chair conveniently,
to see that not a speck of dust was
apparent on the clear glass base, to
arrange his papers, to ventilate the
room just right.
She did not know if in his grave,
abstracted way Mr. Larned ever no
ticed these -little attentions. She
hoped not, but sometimes she won
dered if this interest was at its base
a tribute of warm devotion perhaps
Eunice hummed a sweet home tune
as she moved about her duties. She
was thinking of a near vacation when
she would go home and see her dear
mother. How proud she would be to
tell her that she had saved up nearly
five hundred dollars! And all this joy
and comfort and independence be
cause she had been so fortunate as
to secure a pleasant permanent posi
tion with the best of men!
Eunice had her precious savings in
her pocket at that moment. She had
drawn them from the bank the pre
vious afternoon, intending to ask Mr.
Larned to invest them for her.
"Oh, dear! dear!" she murmured
felicitously, "it seems as if nobody in
the world could be so glad and hope
ful and happy as I," and her eyes
grew liquid as she moved two small
framed pictures on the desk. One as
she well knew was-an old photograph
of the dead wife of her employer and
his son, taken many years since. The
other was a picture of. Mr. Larned.
The clear, earnest fact, seemed to
draw forth her soul. She could not
help it, and Eunice raised the framed
photograph to her lips and- kissed it
"U-hum-ah!" Eunice turned quick
ly, her face a flame of scarlet. She