Picture Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1916)

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Friday, the Thirteenth 103 She jumped to her feet and stood looking demurely down at him, her hands clasped in front of her. His eyes glowed in spite of his dejection, and he smiled with her. "Don't you think, dad, if you were an employer, you'd give me a job? Answer me, suh !" ''I reckon I would," he said soberly. "You dear, flattering old dad 1" Her arms were around his neck, and she was kissing the top of his head, '"Then that's all settled. I go to Xew York to-morrow — and I take the pistol with me." He tore up the letter he had written and kissed her. It was her answer. Chiefest of those on Wall Street who had become wealthy through War Babies were the Brownleys, father and son. They had added to their office staff; and Peter Brownley, the father of the lucky partnership, decided he needed a confidential secretary at just about the time Beulah Sands arrived in Xew York. He had voiced his needs to a broker, who in turn had passed on the news to another, which third party had been approached by Beulah to beg his influence in securing her a position on the Street. She was passed along the line to Peter "Brownley, who needed no more than a two minutes' interview to determine that she would make an efficient assistant. She had given her name as Beulah Lee, of Virginia, and he did not associate her with Judge Sands, the man he had ruined. Brownley's hatred of Judge Sands had been of long standing, but he had never met Beulah, had never known, indeed, that the girl existed. Beulah, spurred by her father's absorbing interest in the stock market, had familiarized herself with the quotations ; and this, coupled with her retentive memory and her adaptability, gained her the ready confidence of her employer. She did not meet the younger Brownlev — Robert — till the second morning He was staring: at her with undisguised admiration.