Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 23, 1924 — page 108: what you’re looking at

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

i if ' By WILLIAM V. NEWELL RANK HATHAWAY sat in the book- keeper’s office twirling. his plaid cap and looking sulkily at the clock. It now registered 7:45. His eyes turned with increasing vexation to his wife’s bobbed golden hair. He observed, absent-mindedly, the neatness with which she kept the smooth back of her neck shaved. He was not always so particular with his own chin. “Say, Flo—” he began impatiently, for the tenth time. “Will you shut up! Darn I'll have to add this slip again.” The manager poked his head through the doorway. ‘Better give it up, Mrs. Hathaway. I’m not going to let you stay here all night to wt! Now find.a shortage of twenty-two cents. I'l just put two dimes and two coppers in the cash-drawer.”’ ‘Not on your life, you won’t,” snapped the girl, swinging her slim legs around in her swivel chair. She crossed one silk- stockinged knee over the other and shook a very sharp-pointed pencil at her superior. “This office is going to be run right—to a cent, as long as I’m running it. I can’t keep books if you jazz up the figures by taking cash out of your own pocket.” “Oh, all right! All right.” acquiesced the manager, meekly. ‘I just thought—” ‘“* However,” continued the bookkeeper, “ T think I’ve got the little tramps cornered now. Just run that bunch of slips through 266 COPMIGLOOOKS (E@