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Show WRONG AND RIGHT CORNER By Richard H. Wilkinson I OF COURSE it was wrong for Johnny to kiss her and it was right for Jinny to slap his face. They stood there with the desk chair between I , I them, staring at 3 -Minute each other for a Fiction 1 u 1 1 moment. Jinny recovered first. She turned away and walked to the door with her head high and went out. Johnny sighed and sat down at his desk. He was amazed and disgusted dis-gusted with himself. Ten minutes ago he had been the practical executive. ex-ecutive. He had rung for his secre- tary, Miss Alyne, and a girl with titian colored hair and blue eyes had appeared instead. "I'm Jinny Alison," she explained matter-of-factly. "Miss Alyne is ill today and I'm taking her place." She had stood looking at him from the other side of the chair, and without saying a word he had reached out and pulled her toward him and kissed her, and she had slapped his face. Sitting at his desk Johnny wondered why he hadn't noticed Jinny Alison before. She must be new, he told himself. Te gestured angrily. What a fool he'd made of himself. He didn't believe in mixing business busi-ness with well, with things like that. And, he told himself fiercely, he wasn't going to begin now. Miss Alison would have to be dismissed. He couldn't have a girl around whom he'd kissed and who might think of him as well, in that way. He stood up, grimly determined. The matter had better be attended to at once. Half way to the outer "I'm Jinny Alison," she explained ex-plained matter-of-factly. "Miss Alyne Is ill today and I'm taking her place." office he stopped short. Suppose Miss Alison had already quit? Probably she had. The possibility that this might be the case brought on a sense of panic. He rushed to the door and opened it, was vastly relieved to discover a titian-colored head bent over a desk close by the door. He went back to his own desk. Well, she hadn't quit and he wouldn't fire her. No, he decided to let her stay and ignore her entirely. During the remainder of the morning he put Miss Alison from his mind. When he had letters to dictate he rang for a stenographer in exaggerated unconcern. And when prim Abby Nathan appeared he told himself he was relieved. THAT night Johnny went to sleep putting Jinny out of his mind.. The next morning he reached the office of-fice before nine. At 9:15 he opened the door of the outer office and breathed easy again when he saw that Jinny was at her post. At noon he looked toward her desk on his way out, caught her eye and felt strangely sick when she turned coldly away. During lunch he became be-came pretty grim, admitting to himself him-self that he was making rather a mess of his resolve. Miss Alison would have to go. There was no use, he just couldn't concentrate with her on his conscience. It would solve the whole problem to have her out of his sight. His first act on reaching the office of-fice was to call Miss Nathan and ask her to send in Miss Alison. Jinny, notebook in hand, entered and stood looking at him from the other side of the interview chair just as she had the day he had kissed her. "Miss Alison," he began, and topped. He cleared his throat Importantly, "Miss Alison, I've called yon In to to apologize for what happened the day before be-fore yesterday." "Oh," said Jinny. "I don't want you to think," Johnny John-ny went on, scarcely recognizing hia own voice, "that I er kiss er act that way with all with other stenographers." "Oh, 1 don't," said Jinny, her eyes wide. "In fact," said Johnny, "you're the first one, I mean, well" He stopped, desperate, panicky, angry. "Miss Alison, you're fired!" "Oh!" said Jinny. Johnny gulped. "No. I don't mean that! What I mean is, I can't concentrate con-centrate unless unless we have an understanding. Oh. the devill That wasn't what I intended to say at aU. I mean. Miss Alison, would you like to go out to dinner with me?" Tt might be nice," Jinny agreed. |