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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 27, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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By Eleanor W. Atwater
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Crashaw syas leaving Bryant & Co.
and little Miss "Thatcher was in de
spair. She had worked for the big
blond treasurer for nearly six years
and she could not bear the thought
of working for anyone else.
Crashaw was to leave because the
firm wanted a cheaper man. Besides
the new management was a little
crooked, at least, in comparison with
the rigid standards of the original
Bryant & Co. The name was to re
main, but the "new blood" was not
blue blood. It was not good blood.
Mrs. Thatcher knew that, as every
one did.
She knew, too, that her position
was shaky. The new people were
dropping the old staff. They had the
"new blood" mania. Besides, they
wanted people with the crooked
streak in them. Of course, it does
not matter what a plain stenogra
pher's principles are, but the new peo
ple did not like the "ladylike" at
mosphere of the correspondence de
partment It wanted cheap, slangy
girls who chewed gum and made mis
takes, thereby being worth $7 or $8
a week only. Miss Thatcher was get
ting $25.
Miss Thatcher was 30. She lived
alone in a boarding house and had
lived there, in the backwater of the
city, since she came to the metropo
lis, at 23. And, living alone, she had
indulged in day-dreams.
Of late months Crashaw had fig
ured largely in these. The big, sim
ple treasurer was a bachelor. He
was the best man on earth, in Miss
Thatcher's opinion. Because one is
very daring in day-dreams, even a
mouse-colored individuality like Miss
Thatcher, her day-dreams had taken
this form:
"Miss Thatcher, there is something
I want to tell you. Since you have
been, here your work and your devo
tion have inspired me with the great
est respect for you. Can I venture to
hope that some day you will honor
me by becoming Mrs. Crashaw?"
"Why, Mr. Crashaw, I never
dreamed of such a thing. Give me a
little time to think it over. Of course,
I reciprocate your sentiments, but I
am not sure whether I love you."
Nothing like that had happened
Crashaw's unfailing courtesy be
trayed no tender feeling. And Miss
Thatcher, ignorant of life though,
He Was Chuckling to Himself
she was, and lonely, had come to re
alize that
She pitied the big man without a
woman to take care of him, to take
charge of his life. His coat was al
ways so dusty. She was sure he ate
things that were not good for him.
But since Crashaw had received six
months' notice, according to contract,
Miss Thatcher had been worried
about her own future. At 30 a woman
of Miss Thatcher's type finds it dif-,
ficult to start at the bottom again;

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