Argosy All-Story Weekly, July 11, 1925 — page 35: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

By GARRET SMITH poor little lady’s goat!” thought Ferris as the wisp of a girl waited at the Information Desk for her verdict. ‘““T saw your advertisement for a stenog- rapher. Has the place been filled yet?” She had put the question to the blond and blowsy person at the desk. Her cultivated voice, with its underlying note of weariness, had caught Ferris’s attention. “ Tellynminute,” bubbled the attendant through her gum, savagely plunging a plug into the switchboard. The caller, Ferris thought, stood out against the background of the other girl like a fading rose before an egregious sun- flower. Tom Ferris wasn’t much of a lady’s = ] OOKS like the big town had got the 189 man, but he wasn’t young for nothing. He believed he could tell a lady when he saw one. This girl was a lady by all the ear- marks and, unless his eyesight was all wrong, a lady in distress. She was so obviously gently bred, so obviously intelligent, and yet as obviously unused to the big city’s atmosphere, as obviously broken by a long and fruitless search for a niche there. _ Tom Ferris’s honest up-State heart beat in sympathy for her. He looked about the big, glaring room, reeking with August heat and the staccato clatter of typewriters, at the bustling young job-riders, and then back at the girl. comicbooks No, she didn’t belong. But something . com |