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Show , ij J Snob and Fortune ; ;: : Seeker? J li ' By SARAH ALLISON MAXWF.I.I.v V '' ..':;:.:::.:..: (UiipyrlKlitl lAltltY the bo.-N' ilaiiglilerl Italsl lie hadn't slaved those four gruelling years for Hie purpose of entering en-tering upon the career of snub and fort tine seeker. lie would leave that lo the lounge lizards. As for success, he e ted to make It himself and not he dependent on the boss' daughter. daugh-ter. Darned If he wouldn't marry whom he pleased, even If, perchance. It happened to he the Monographer. Thus the reaction of Hunter Leigh, recently graduated from the Arehllee. turn Institute, to the now famous I snob aih ice of the professor. To Hunter, the professor'H hurd-hoiled hurd-hoiled counsel about slioe trees and I tin extra pair of trousers being the j means of getting away with murder, ' was Just a modernization of the old . l'ohinliis KtulT "Costly they habit as j they purse can buy." Hunter was not Inclined to be slovenly, but why bother, both-er, lie asked himself, about the Impeccably Impec-cably correct attire? ('lollies were not Ids stock In trade. He wasn't a hotel waiter. Wasn't wearing a soiled smock the prerogative of the artist, and likewise, perhaps, of the technician? tech-nician? (If course, when shortly after graduation, Hunter Leigh took a position with the architectural firm of Wlnthrop & Morton, the professor's pro-fessor's advice was the talk of the town, and Institute men were more than apt to come in for Jibes as regards re-gards snobbish proclivities and designs de-signs upon the boss' daughter. So when one morning Dave Huberts, a fellow fel-low craftsman, uuilged Hunter and remarked re-marked In an undertone, "Here's a chance for you, P.eau. Dorothy Wlnthrop Wln-throp the boss' daughter. And Isn't she a humdinger?" Hunter responded with a surly silence nnd kept his eyes glued to a blueprint until it was assured that the daughter of the senior se-nior member of the firm had left the office. A few weeks later there was a new stenographer a green one at that, Hunter surmised, after she had done for him a first piece of dictation. He made a few corrections and handed the sheet back to her. It was so evident evi-dent that Ihe girl was trying that he determined to help her out a bit Instead In-stead of being critical. "Miss er?" He didn't know her name. Momentarily she seemed to hesitate, hesi-tate, and then came out with. "Smith Jane Smith." Then for the first time Hunter really real-ly looked nt Jane Smith and discovered discov-ered that she was a very pretty girl. She had great blue eyes, wavy chestnut chest-nut hair, and a milk nnd rose complexion com-plexion which even the inevitable sun-tan sun-tan did not completely obscure. Hunter Hun-ter was glad Indeed he hadn't been crabbed. Moreover Jane Smith was clever nnd caught on to the work rap-Idly. rap-Idly. It was not long before her mistakes mis-takes reached the vanishing point One noon Hunter discovered Jane In a enfeteria as they were both pushing push-ing their trays along the nickel-plated railing, partitioning ofT the long array ar-ray of edibles, which started nt one end with soup and finished with cof. fee. "You don't mind if I Join you?" Hunter queried. And Jane ncqulesced graciously. At first they talked shop. JaDe was discussing the pyramid skyscraper from nn artistic standpoint. And the extent to which this raw stenographer was conversant with things architectural architec-tural was a surprise and delight to Hunter. Lunching with Jane became a habit a pleasant Interlude to which Hunter looked forward expectantly. And continually he was musing on how perfectly rotten was that advice recommending the boss' daughter rather rath-er than the stenographer. Then od one occasion, which Hunter declared was very special, and he had Invited Jane to the Iiltz Instead of the usual cafeteria, the bubble burst. Hardly were they seated when a smartly dressed girl who had been sitting sit-ting at a nearby table came over and spoke to Jane. "Why, Dorothy Wlnthrop," she exclaimed, ex-claimed, "you are a regular hermit these days. Where have you been keeping yourself? Surely you are coming to my tea dance tomorrow afternoon." For the moment Dorothy Winthrop. alias Jane Smith, flushed painfully, but then recovering her usual ease of manner, man-ner, she Introduced Hunter and responded re-sponded sweetly. "I'm afraid not, Helen. You see, I'm helping dad out at the office just now." Storm clouds had settled on Hunter Leigh's brow as a result of Helen's revelation, and Dorothy felt like bursting burst-ing Into tears. She had sensed that Hunter had been on the point of asking ask-ing Jane Smith to marry him, but she knew that he would never propose to Dorothy Winthrop. And so Dorothy stepped Into the breach. "Please forgive me, Hunter," she cajoled. "You see it was this way : When I saw you scowling over the blueprint that morning, I knew you would never look at the boss' daughter. daugh-ter. So the only chance I had was to be the stenographer." |