Life — October 5, 1911 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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The Transferred Suitor OUNG Trayne had been in the em- ploy of Craigstone & Co., bankers, for over three years. He had begun as a runner. It was supposed that old man Craigstone had taken a faney to him, for it was not unusual for Craigstone to send Trayne on his personal comm) stons. On this particular morning the fa- miliar“ You're wanted inside " had come Trayne, and his heart beat more rapidly as he thought of the probability of his errand. The “old man” had long been inter- ested in. settlement work, which fact, however, was not known to the outside world—and he had been accustomed to sending round to the settlement instructions to the Trayne headquarters with manager. The manager Miss Ward ne had come to know her very well was a ced. He entered the private office, and in obedience to a gesture, sat down, while the king of the financial world . addressing it wrote with pen and ink a no to Miss Ward. You take this around to Miss Ward,” he said, “and if has any answer you can fetch it right back.” He sealed the envelope and handed it to Trayne, who had gotten up. Trayne started out, stopped him. “What do you think of this settlement work?” Hopeless.” “Why?” “Well, sir, it's a drop in the bucket. You can’t help those people.” “How much have you seen of i “A great deal.” Trayne smiled, as much as to say that he had the courage to take a liberty with the old man that perhaps others wouldn't have taken. “ Miss Ward is a very attractive he went on, “and I've been there a gre deal. You may have to get another se tlement manager, Mr. Craigstone.” Craigstone set down his huge cigar de- liberately on a brass plate in front of him: “So that’s the idea,” he said. “ Have you asked her yet?” “No, sir. It didn’t seem quite fair to ask her without consulting you; of course, she can do as she pleases and you can probably get another settlement she but 2” 1? THE still, I met her through going think I manage there from your office and I ought to get your consent Craigstone looked at him fixe “There's really no reason you should,” he said coldly. “It's. a matter outside of business. If wants to lose her job that’s her own concern. He started to when Trayne paused. “Pardon me, sir,” he said, but—I'm not anxious to lose my job; if I did, I couldn’t very well get married. Craigstone picked up his cigar again. why she with his mail go on “ but— FLIRT “We never guarantee anything here,” he said, “as you know; if we don’t want you you will receive a month's notice. That’s all.” Nobody on earth could dismiss an in- truder any more completely than the old man, Trayne vanished. The settlement house was an old man- sion that had been hired and renovated for the putpose. It was in the heart of the East Side. Miss Ward, the man- ager, had with her a number of col- lege gitls who helped in the work—who came and went as their impulses di- rected. Some of them stayed for a year, but most of them were satisfied with a comicbooks.com