But after she had gone he sat for some little time idly rapping a pencil

on the top of his desk. By Jove! Anna Klein! Of all girls in the world!

It was rather a pity, too. She was a nice little thing, and in the

last few months she had changed a lot. She had been timid at first, and

hideously dressed. Lately she had been almost smart. Those ear-rings

now--they changed her a lot. Queer--how things went on in a girl's mind,

and a fellow didn't know until something happened. He settled his tie

and smoothed back his heavy hair.

During the remainder of the day he began to wonder if he had not been

a fatuous idiot. Anna did her work with the thoroughness of her German

blood plus her American training. She came back minus her hat, and with

her eyes carefully powdered, and not once during the morning was he able

to meet her eyes fully. By the middle of the afternoon sex vanity

and curiosity began to get the better of his judgment, and he made an

excuse, when she stood beside him over some papers, her hand on the

desk, to lay his fingers over hers. She drew her hand away quickly, and

when he glanced up, boyishly smiling, her face was flushed.

"Please," she said. And he felt hurt and rebuffed. He had no sentiment

for her whatever, but the devil of mischief of twenty-two was behind

him, urging him on to the eternal experiment. He was very formal with

her for the rest of the day, and had the satisfaction of leaving her, at

four o'clock, white-faced and miserable over her machine in the little

office next to his.

He forgot her immediately, in the attempt to leave the mill without

encountering his father. Clayton, he knew, would be staying late, and

would be exacting similar tribute to the emergency from the entire

force. Also, he had been going about the yard with contractors most of

the afternoon. But Graham made his escape safely. It was two hours later

when his father, getting into the limousine, noticed the absence of the

boy's red car, and asked the gateman how long it had been gone.

"Since about four o'clock, Mr. Spencer."

Suddenly Clayton felt a reaction from the activities of the day. He

sank back in the deeply padded seat, and felt tired and--in some odd

fashion--lonely. He would have liked to talk to Graham on the way

up-town, if only to crystallize his own thoughts. He would have liked to

be going home to review with Natalie the day's events, the fine spirit

of his men, the small difficulties. But Natalie hated the mention of the

mill.




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