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Show i v't v LB .1. i- . f2 nc wh" cannol un- El B"tolnhi'' e he.- -!!--h -nred. Ir;. Lv claim Ml us di-r sKr ' tVfE heard I " w ' taaJgVj,.-;. , " s' ' J 'r-HHt she would pay b ick lh : 9&her ' Jane burst o IttLKr th '" : JMSJ family you came from i jBPmothcr. hut ' m.i ' bV. j!'.r.'.:r.l.- !.. r- i HoUtcps along ih - hlHfu darling' " sh cried. efWBvand l'Cik-ZjHkne's l'Cik-ZjHkne's rJ0tri . Til. Hs blouse pave tlv 2Hf Thfr dull. 1 1 k i 1 V-tlMEid cr over to B.E uff.n i -r jr.. mv window on the rjiTEcy TjK-nOt a landlady"' Jl r , N l.ivirr- J,,WlH i!il wond! ire ' Ktlr-.- hc-ther Hattlc would r'Ufi t'-'' ralst." the girl raved vJB-And my dear, you should f'JBorJ'-rt'il rr;in I work for. J;1 ft ki- i .mest thlni; 1 -. r -aw t-jftr1f-i Mi fton: " - , with fir.mo ;'':flpi' adorable' NVr r mod. : M Ha:;ie finished . at .'1. -! ilful, HhMI it that kind m d.- , r lie from the nor. and Is so JCk-tip'" sho explained Stw wha' I rrif I used 1 1 1 know hack In Michigan!" "Toil mustn't wear your heart on your sleeve." Jane warned. Haiti- looked at her blanklj for a second or two. I don't understand " flie pouted "Oh, that's just an expression, ' Jnne explained casualty. "By the way. Mnt-tle. Mnt-tle. as lone as you are In a responsible position, wouldn't II he n good Idea for you to improve? Why not go to night school, say four nlchts a week? You could take English." 'Back to school? Not me'" Hattie groaned. "Oce' That i why I ran away from the farm. 1 got as fur as the seventh grade and the n. Goodnight: Good-night: For all the good jobs I could find in this town. I wouldn't needed to have learned that much!" Her brow WOB dark again and the hard note came tnlo her voice. ' We'll talk about It some other time." Jane smiled and then led her to the piano Jane played a few Bonn of which they warbled the choruses Hattie sank down ujion the couch milch Impressed. "My hut you're a wonderful gin: I wish I ' ould sing and play and do thing! like you do!" " You conid get all that in evening school." Jane said ca-sually. 'Hone.-f r thought only geograph and spelling and that bunk. Gee! I can't stand that stuff." Hattlc grimaced. grim-aced. "But music and Kronen and a little lit-tle English literature and Just a little lit-tle grammar and spelling to keep you polished'.' The literature clas9 would give ou ever so many Interesting books and plays to discuss, and the other students would make nice companions com-panions for you." Jane went on encouragingly en-couragingly "I mlg.it try It," Hatlie hesitated. "Ye. Leffl go over some night. It's only two blocks from here, and It's IhtJ Chance of a llfc-tlmo to make yourself over the way you aruai to be." Hattie w.us gazlhg at Jano In open admiration J want to be Just like you," she said. I'oir voice and everything .suumTs j so swell! You know what I mean?" "Yes. ' Jane smiled and then she I kissed Hattie. Poor little mlto how shi hugged her. Jano was happy as could be. It was going to bo a Joy . to make Hattie over. I told my boss about you." she said after a while. "Your hos.s!" 'Yes! Don't it sound funny to hear you 'j.y bo:s! But wo always call the boss DOSS' I mean that's the way 1 learned In the factory " she laughed. "It is just as easy and much nicer to say employer." Jane suggested. Hattie sniffed. Well, anyway I was telling him ab you, and what you did for me." Oh, Hattie. you diJn't tell him all your troubles, did you" Tho first day." I told him everything.'' Hattie said vigorously. "About your going to Greenwich Village and losing your place, the boarding house and o crythlng ?" Jane gasped unbelieving. "Everything, from start to finish! That's what made a hit with him." Hattie admitted "Hit?" ' "Well you know That's what made him take me instead of the other girls he bad on tho list!" "Oh. Rattle What did you really do? What did Mr. Carruthers say?" Jane demanded In genuine alarm. Hattie giggled and struck a comical posture. "Well. 1 didn't do much at first but stand there and let him look at me. 1 kept my eyes steady on hint, like It tells you In those mind-reading books Then I kept saying to myself I'm the girl I'm tho girl I'm the girl. Finally Fin-ally he says to mo. 'Miss Bryant. I th.nk I'll give you a chance!" You know all I did. don't you? I hypnotized hypno-tized him. that's what!" "Hattie" 'After that he was easy. I told him all my experiences, and I'm going to get ?1!0 instead of H. Of course, he don't know yet that I'm only a typist and not a stenographer." (Copyright, l 22. by the Bell Syndicate. Syndi-cate. Inc.) 4 Another fine Installment of this Story tomorrow. |