The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 66, No. 7, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 12, 1942 Page: 3 of 8
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THE STORY 80 FAR; Joan Leland,
pretty secretary to Arthur Mulford, San
Francisco importer, is amazed and antry
when ha unexpectedly discharges her
with two weeks' salary and refuses any
explanation. The bewildered firl arrives
at the apartment she shares with her
sister Sybil, feeling thankful that one of
them still has a position, only to be told
by her sister that the beauty salon where
she works, is closing up. Over the pro-
tests of Sybil, Joan answers a secre-
tarial ad requiring some night work. The
fascinating proprietor, Karl Miller, en-
gages her at once, at a salary of ISO per
week and Insists upon paying her in ad-
vance, even though she lacks references.
Sybil suspects something sinister and
divines Joan's quick interest In Karl.
She pleads with her not to take the job
and the two quarrel. Joan accepts Kail's
dinner Invitation.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER III
Joan felt Karl's irritation towards
Sybil. "My parents are both <jead."
she explainedt "Syb feels that she
has to look after me."
But even Joan was annoyed to
find Sybil waiting up for them later
that night.
"It's almost two o'clock," Sybil
snapped. "What's the idea?"
Karl Miller looked amused as he
stood hat in hand in the doorway.
"In that case, I shall say good-
nigh* without further delay."
When he had gone Joan turned
furiously to her sister. "Why did
you have to say that? I'm old enough
to manage my own affairs." *
There were deep circles of fatigue
beneath Sybil's blue eyes. Her voice
seemed to echo like a warning
through the old-fashioned, high-ceil-
inged rooms. "You've got to quit
working for Karl Miller! You've got
to quit tomorrow!"
• • •
The sisters stared at each other
in the dimly lit room. Joan threw
her head back defiantly as she cried,
"You've made Karl angry! You had
no right to do that."
Sybil smiled ruefully. "He looked
more amused than angry. "It's up
to me to look after you, Joan. I
feel responsible since mother and
dad are gone. If anything happened,
I'd never forgive myself."
"I know, Syb! And we mustn't
quarrel about it."
She yawned and started for the
bedroom but Sybil caught her arm.
"Then you will quit working for
Karl Miller?"
"No. I will not. I'm twenty years
old, Sybil, and I'm not going to let
you or anyone else run my life."
The grandfather's clock in the cor-
ner chimed.
"Two-thirty," Joan observed,
evading Sybil's worried glance.
"We'd better get some sleep. Don't
you have to work in the morning?"
"No. Today was my last day.
From now on I'm one of the un-
employed."
"And you expect me to quit my
job? Oh, no, Syb! I'm making a good
salary and whether you think so or
not, Karl is a gentleman."
"Maybe so," Sybil said as she
snapped off the lamp, "but I don't
trust him."
The next day Joan Leland arrived
at the Club Elite promptly at two
o'clock. Karl Miller's office was
filled with baskets of flowers. To-
night was opening night but Karl
was unruffled behind his desk, im-
peccably dressed in a gray suit, a
red carnation in his buttonhole.
She was glad that she had worn
her best black dress. It was an ex-
pensive sophisticated dress, the kind
of dress Joan knew Karl would ap-
prove. Heavy silver earrings were
her only ornament, and she had used
a touch of mascara, a dash of dark
red lipstick. Joan had the assur-
ance of a woman who knew that she
looked her best. Her green eyes
sparkled as she closed the office door
behind her.
"Good afternoon," she said de-
murely.
Her employer was not the type to
evade issues. "I've been thinking
about your sister, Joan. Tell me
something about her."
Joan removed her hat and coat
and smoothed her black hair before
she replied, "Sybil's a little low
right now. You see, she's just lost
her job. The beauty shop where
she worked has been closed."
Karl laughed. "Then perhaps that
was why she was in such a bad
humor?"
He said it with such apparent hon-
esty that Joan was not angry. She
sat down at her own small desk be-
side Karl's and mechanically insert-
ed a sheet of paper in her typewrit-
er.
Karl suddenly leaned forward.
"Would it please you if I could Help
your sister?"
The girl's lovely face lifted inno-
cently to his. "Oh Karl, could you?"
"I think so. A friend of mine, a
Mrs. Murdock, owns the Ritz Beau-
ty Salon. If I ask her, I feel sure
she will be able to use another ex-
perienced girl."
Joan's eyes were shining. "The
Ritz Beauty Salon! Oh, Karl, that's
wonderful!" It was one of the best
shops in town. Sybil would be
thrilled.
"Of course," Karl continued,
"your sister may not want any as-
sistance from me since she so ob-
viously dislikes me."
"I'm sure Sybil will appreciate it
very much," Joan assured him. "It
was sweet of you to think of her,
Karl."
But with a swift change of atti-
tude Karl had ground out his ciga-
J rette and when he turned again to
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"All right! From now on I'm not saying another word. You can do
just as you like, Joan.'r
Joan his eyes were void of any emo-
tion.
"Get that orchestra leader on the
telephone," he said. "I have some
instructions to give him."
"Yes, Mr. Miller!" and as Joan
dialed the number she found her-
self more than ever intrigued by
this man who had offered to help her
sister. This strange enigma that
was Karl Miller.
At six o'clock Joan decided to go
home for dinner. In two hours she
could easily make it and she was
eager to tell Sybil of her good for-
tune.
Her sister looked up in surprise
as Joan burst into the living room.
"What on earth are you doing
home? You didn't by any chance
quit?"
"Don't be silly!" Joan cried,
throwing her hat on the table. "I
have wonderful news for you. Karl
can get you a job at the Ritz Beauty
Salon."
Sybil was genuinely surprised.
"The Ritz? That smart new shop on
Post street?"
"Nothing less! Isn't it wonderful?
Karl knows the owner. He's going
to call her and fix it up for you."
"But it's one of the best shops in
town," Sybil said unbelievingly.
"Of course! Wasn't it nice of him?
Honestly, Sybil, how can you dis-
like a man who is so kind? Imagine
his thinking about a job for you to-
day, of all days, when he's so busy
with the club opening!"
Sybil was standing by the win-
dow. "Doesn't look like a very good
night for it. It's going to rain."
"Is that all you can say!" Joan
cried indignantly. "Karl said may-
be, since you didn't like him, you
wouldn't want his help. But I
thought you would."
Sybil turned, "You're right, Joan!
I do need the job. You may tell
Mr. Miller that I appreciate it very
much."
Joan did not notice the coldness
of her sister's reply. She was hap-
pily unconscious of the expression
on Sybil's face.
"How about dinner? I'm starved.
1 have to be back at the club by
eight."
Sybil broiled the chops while Joan
made a salad.
"I see you're wearing your good
black dress to work. What's the
idea?"
"Why not?" Joan retorted. "I'm
making fifty dollars a week now and
I have to look my best."
"You didn't seem to think it nec-
essary when you worked for Mr.
Mulford."
Joan put the salad bowl on the
table and set places for two. "You
know how I feel about Karl, Syb!"
she said in a low voice. "Why
make it hard for me?"
"All right! From now on I'm not
saying another word. You can do
just as you like, Joan. Maybe it's
none of my business, after all."
Joan put an affectionate arm about
her sister. "Don't feel that way,
darling. But give me a little credit
for knowing what I'm doing. I'm
not a child, you know."
Sybil smiled as she turned back
to the stove but she said no more.
As Sybil had predicted, it was
raining when Joan reached the club
but the weather had not seemed to
affect business. Already the first
guests were arriving. The bar was
crowded. Gay laughter, conversa-
tion, tinkling glasses made an ex-
citing combination of sounds which
spelled success for the future. Joan
felt a little thrill of pride as she
passed on down the corridor to the
office.
She settled herself at her desk
and began to type. Karl was not
there. Her mind wandered as she
worked. Only a week ago she was
working for Arthur Mulford. Now
everything was different.' Life had
turned a fresh page, which Joan felt
sure would be filled with adventure.
It must have been fate that she an-
swered Karl Miller's advertisement.
Fate that Mr. Mulford had gone out
of business and been forced to fire
her.
She was thinking so intently that
when he opened the door she felt
the color rush into her cheeks. And
she knew that his keen eyes had
observed her embarrassment.
Karl seemed pleased. "Every-
thing's going fine. Couldn't be bet-
ter. By the way, I spoke to Mrs.
Murdock. Tell your sister she can
start work Monday morning."
"Oh thank you!" Joan cried. "It's
so kind of you, Karl!"
He rose, came around the desk.
"Has it made you happy. Joan?"
"Of course," her eyes faltered be-
neath the steel-blue eyes.
Karl Miller laughed softly as he
drew her into his powerful arms.
Sybil's warnings rang in her ears
but the pounding of her heart over-
came them as her lips blindly met
his.
* •
There was strange magic in Karl
Miller's kiss. How long Karl held
her in that embrace, Joan did not
know. When he released her he put
a hand beneath her chin and looked
deeply into the green eyes that were
filled with emotion.
"Oh, Karl!" Joan cried softly, but
before she could say more the office
door opened and a man entered.
His eyes caught the little scene
and he turned to go. "Sorry, Karl!
See you later."
Joan turned back to her desk with
flaming cheeks but Karl Miiler did
not seem embarrassed. "It's all
right, Paul! Come on in. I don't
think you've met my new secretary.
Miss Leland, this is Paul Sherman."
Joan was forced to look into a
pair of brown eyes. Their owner
was tall and lithe. He had a quick
smile, brown curly hair. It was a
good-looking face, with its straight
nose and square jaw.
"I'm very glad to meet you," Paul
Sherman said emphatically.
Joan acknowledged the introduc-
tion and turned quickly back to her
typing. What would this man think
of her? Karl had said, "My new sec-
retary," which implied that they had
not been acquainted long. Joan told
herself that she didn't care what
Paul Sherman thought, yet - fur
some indefinable reason—she did.
"Paul is my right-hand man,"
Karl said, opening a panel in the
wall which revealed a tiny but com-
plete bar. "He manages the club.
You'll probably be seeing a lot of
each other. Have a drink, Paul?"
The other sat down and crossed
his long legs. "A short one. I have
to get out front again. Things look
good, Karl . . . What do you think of
the club, Miss Leland?"
At the unexpected question ad-
dressed to her, Joan started. "It's
very nice," she replied, dark lashes
sweeping over her embarrassed
green eyes. She had an uncanny
feeling that Paul Sherman was star-
ing at her, conscious of her em-
barrassment. She was so confused
that she made three mistakes in one
line. It was not easy for her to turn
emotion off and on as Karl Miller
did. She marvelled at his coolness
as he sat on the edge of his desk
and talked to Paul.
"By the way," Paul was saying,
his eyes still on Joan, "Eric wants
to see you. He's in the bar. Wants
you to meet some people."
"I'll go then. Coming, Paul?"
Paul finished his drink. "I'm right
with you, Karl."
Joan was relieved when they had
gone. She pushed back her chair
and made no pretense of finishing
the letter she had been typing. It
was thus that Paul Sherman found
her when he returned to the office
a few seconds later.
She started guiltily when he came
in. "Oh, it's you again!"
"You don't seem too pleased to
see me," Paul observed, shuttinn
the door carefully behind him. "But
as a matter of fact, I came back on
purpose."
Joan stared at him in disapproval.
"You mean that no one wanted to
see Karl?"
"Oh sure! That was legitimate,
but when I saw a chance to slip
away, I took it." His friendly smile
made it difficult to be offended.
"Well," Joan asked flatly, "What
do you want?"
Paul laughed, displaying even
white teeth. "To talk to you. Yon
needn't be so annoyed. After all, I
am the manager of the club."
Was there a hint of cynicism in
his voice? "I'm sorry," Joan sain,
trying to smile. "I guess I'm not
used to this type of work yet."
"That's what I am gerting nt."
Paul said seriously* "IIow did you
happen to come to work for Karl
Miller anyway?"
(TO HE CONTINUED)
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Banger, J. E. A. & Erwin, W. L. The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 66, No. 7, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 12, 1942, newspaper, February 12, 1942; Linden, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth341373/m1/3/?rotate=90: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Atlanta Public Library.