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A PURITAN GIRL
By Harold Carter.
. . . "shall be attended to faithful
ly. Yours very truly, John Forsythe
Miss Priscilla Howe's pencil tripped
over the lines and cameto a stop. She
looked up at Mr. Forsythe inquiringly.
"Er that's all, Miss Howe," said
the young man. "No, there is one
thing more. Won't you take lunch
You Don't Distrust Me, Then?"
with me today? Stop! Stop! You're-
takine that down."
"Is that a personal inquiry, Mr.
Forsythe?" inquired his stenographer
"I'm afraid I mean, yes, it is," he
"That is the third time you have
.sited me, Mr. Forsythe," said the
sirl. "I must tell you again my moth
er doesn't care for me to have lunch
with gentlemen whom she doesn't
"But you have worked for me two
years, Miss Howe," pleaded John.
"Mother says that doesn t make
any difference," answered Miss Pris
cilla, rising to put on her hat.
John Forsythe sighed. For over a
year he had felt that the capable,
Puritan Miss Priscilla would make
him an ideal mate. And obstinately,
doggedly, she had refused to let him
make any advances. There was noth
ing against his character; he was
young, good-looking and reasonably
rich. No, it was it was
"Er Miss Howe! One moment!"
he called. "Won't you let me ask you
something? Don't be offended with
me. Are you engaged?"
"Certainly not, Mr. Forsythe," an
swered the girl indignantly. "If I
were, I should not be working here."
"But, Miss Howe, I was speaking.of
luncheon," he faltered. "Oh, dear,"
he muttered", as she swept out of the
room, "now I have put my foot in it
badly, and if she gets angry she'll
Miss Priscilla did not seem very an
gry "when she came back from lunch
eon, but her looks were quite severe
enough to send a tremor through
Forsythe's breast. However, he was
in for it now. If that fortress surren
dered it would be to storming.
"Miss Howe," he suggested, as she
was going home, "might I be permit
ted to call on your mother some aft
ernoon?" "I'll ask her," Miss Priscilla an
swered. But the next morning she
informed him that her mother was
not well enough to receive visitors for
Now Miss Howe was not at all in
different to her employer's advances.
But her mother had impressed cer
tain facts upon her very forcibly be
fore permitting her to take a stenog
rapher's position. The death of her
father had necessitated this means of
support. The conditions were these:
"Since every large city is the haunt
of unscrupulous men, never offer any
man an opportunity to make ad
vances to you."