"
Bill stood before the fireplace, his shaggy fur cap pushed far
back on his head
NORTH OF FIFTY-THREE
CHAPTER I
WHICH INTRODUCES A LADY AND TWO GENTLEMEN
Dressed in a plain white shirt waist and an equally plain black cloth
skirt, Miss Hazel Weir, on week days, was merely a unit in the office
force of Harrington & Bush, implement manufacturers. Neither in
personality nor in garb would a casual glance have differentiated her
from the other female units, occupied at various desks. A close
observer might have noticed that she was a bit younger than the others,
possessed of a clear skin and large eyes that seemed to hold all the
shades between purple and gray--eyes, moreover, that had not yet begun
to weaken from long application to clerical work. A business office is
no place for a woman to parade her personal charms. The measure of her
worth there is simply the measure of her efficiency at her machine or
ledgers. So that if any member of the firm had been asked what sort of
a girl Miss Hazel Weir might be, he would probably have replied--and
with utmost truth--that Miss Weir was a capable stenographer.
But when Saturday evening released Miss Hazel Weir from the plain brick
office building, she became, until she donned her working clothes at
seven A.
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