Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 45: what you’re looking at

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frank, easant-faced youth with that surp pager etre a. = f a aainess which he fiked to see of stocks and the figures quotes ah men at the office, he very their probable fall or rise 1 naturally mistook him for one of them, sent pest gee Ne following day, G™ inson,. hi r, on some busi- from the bourse, Court, | by seers ans manage foreign exchanges, @& well as from + hs belief was partly due to the fact Street, plus the probable ree sons, ee that he was minus either pair of glasses, read off to him as glibly as Jen! kinsot “ is long-sight ones to read his chief financial clerk himself, C0 rts; and artly due to Randy’s air ftranscrit a ft tehk Sree wd the dispatch case He So glibly, indeed, were they ead carried. And which contained the various without realizing what he was do “props ” for his little melodrama! Marshall asked questions during > It is true Pierre Marshall did not recog- ing, and got answers whose keen kne lee nize him. But then there were many hun- of existing financial conditions amaze@ DEN® dreds of Marshall employees whom old He did Randy the honor of making a nu ber of notes, founded on his answers. Pierre knew neither by sight mor name. 3 And Randy had the appearance of the sort the young man had concluded and we of efficient young business man the Mar- ing the report up, Pierre Marshall OMIA shall offices favored. Besides, had he not on bim suddenly: o. sent in his name with such assurance and at. —‘* Why haven't I seem you before? What such an hour? are you doing here to-night, anyhow?” “Here,” said Pierre Marshall, “ you’ve “ T came to tell you that I want to 1 arr} come just at the right time, Can’t find my your daughter,” replied the amazing young glasses, damn it! Must have left them at man quite calmly. 73 § a the office. Must get some duplicates. z Pierre Marshall fell back in his chair. Read these reports for me.” “¢ Wh-what did you say?” ne ae Now “these reports” were the sort of “Tcame to tell you I want to marry your thing that could only be read by a young daughter,” Randy repeated, quite as calr business man who kept close track of just ly, although his heart was thumping agains what the various stocks, listed and unlisted, his ribs, and his cheeks were flushed. “And, were doing. For the name of every stock as I hear you’re a great hand at investigs was closely abbreviated until the reports ting people’s pasts, I want you to have read like cipher, and the columns of igures mine investigated thoroughly before — you 2¢ ’ oe” were not headed in any more understand- give your consent.” a able manner, and the figures were further Old Pierre Marehall sat limp, sta ing at complicated by abbreviated additions of de- him. Finally he managed to say, in ¥ scriptive phrases. for him was a small voice: an Old Pierre did not really expect Randy “Who the devil are you, anyway?” i to be able to read them to him except by “ Office manager and credit man for rote. He only hoped he could. Even if he Johnson and Selkirk, Inc., teas, coffees, only read by rote, however, spelling out the spices.” . ‘ ig = cipher-like abbreviations, that was better “ How long you been there?” : ee than trying to read them with one eye =“ All my life, since I left school. Neve closed and the other squinted. had any other place. Uncle of mine Not one young man in fifty in his offices a job there when I left college my fir ) could have read them. But Randy, being -——couldn’t afford to go any longer; : Office manager for a firm whose investments help bring up the younger ones.” a he was supposed to. watch and to counsel “ What did you go there as?” demand new ones, had to read such confidential Pierre Marshall, warming to his we oo <p from the same firm of in- might have imagined he was h Soa Save amazing young man for a position a , therefore, was Pierre Marshall’s shall & Co.’s. Ce comicbooks.com art Pai aed me ——— ©. F