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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
With the kindly air of a man of affairs, who, nevertheless, finds time to attend the wants of even the most humble, Blake, smiling blandly* took the place of the girl, who went back to her machine.
Bob's glance rested npon the woman in eager converse with his partner. He was suffering from a decided shock, and involuntarily took a quick step forward, as he noted the toil-worn hands, the shabby garments, and the gentle, trusting eyes of the first customer.
' ' I never thought that some of them would be women, and maybe old at that," he muttered, then checked himself with a cynical laugh. "I need to remember that I am a modern business man now, a high financier," he gibed. "Moreover, she probably has a stocking full of money hidden away in some hole in the wall."
He crossed the room to Jean's desk, and stood watching the swift and sure play of her slender fingers upon the keys of her machine. The girl raised her eyes, caught his glance, and smiled with a frank friendliness.
"You seemed very eager to interest the old lady in Golden Hope stock — and very sincere, ' ' Bob remarked.
"Yes, I was eager. She was such a dear old thing, and so pathetically trustful. I was anxious that she should not fail to invest her little savings in such a splendid thing as the Golden Hope. There are so many get-rich-quick, fake concerns that prey upon just such poor creatures, and I was afraid that if I let her go without having purchased our stock she might fall into the hands of some of those sharpers."
Her face flushed with a pretty earnestness.
"You are not trying to sell me stock, you know," Bob laughed.
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BOB SHOWS AN UNUSUAL
"What do you mean by that, Mr. Morton?" she questioned, puzzled at his cynical manner.
"Oh, your apparent sincerity, you
know " he began lightly, but
paused as a flood of color swept across her brow.
" I do not know why you should say 'apparent sincerity,' Mr. Morton," she replied. "My sincerity is always real, not merely apparent."
Abruptly Bob turned into the private office. Blake looked up, smiling.
"Well, the old lady didn't have but three hundred, but that's in the safe, all right. It's only a starter — there will be a mob here from now on."
Bob evidently had not heard him. He now spoke abruptly: