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By ELEANOR ATTERBUR Y
Illustrated, by Henrietta McCaig Starr ett
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ORCHIDS PREFERRED -
Leone Finds
the Way to a
Red-Head's
Heart Is
Through an
Athletic Meet
THE first day he came to work for Mc-
Cracken <te Spears, Leone had decided
not to notice him. He was red-headed
and probably stubborn. Good-looking
and inevitably conceited. Besides, he
looked at her as If he couldn’t decide
which was she and which was green steel
filing cabinet. And he sent orchids regu
larly to a Miss Narendra Carewe, whose
Income-tax report read like a war debt.
But even In an office teeming with
"tall-and-handsomes” a girl can’t go on
Ignoring a man like Tom Tyson indefi
nitely. At least Leone couldn’t. Not
when she had to take his dictation and
answer his phone calls and give his orders
to the florist every day.
She’d got to the point of wondering if
appearing some morning in her backless
bathing suit might not be the only way.
So the boss' extra bid to the sales con
vention banquet was made to order And
so was Pete Hargrove —dependable as
galoshes and as romantic. But at least
he wouldn't act as if she were merely a
convenient attachment to a typewriter.
And Tom would be there.
THE Palace lobby was already a swirl
ing flood of satins and sables when
they arrived. She met herself in a panel
mirror. Her starched white lace formal
was very becoming. It ought to be. She
was still going without lunches to pay
for it.
“You look swell tonight, Leone," Pete
confirmed her thought.
“Thanks.” Pete was a dear. She
touched the spray of lilies of the valley at
her shoulder. “It was sweet of you to
•end these. Pete.”
"You said you wanted ’em. I thought
most girls preferred orchids.”
Leone caught sight of Tom's hand
some head towering over the others at the
bar. "I detest orchids,” she said and
then added, carefully casual: “There’s
v Tpm Tyson. You know him. don t you?”
Sure. He s a fraterity brother.'' Pete; J
» aTmned and waved. “Hi, Tyson!”
Tom and Pete began talking
about tomorrow’s track
meet, but Narendra had
things to say about the
turtle soup. Leone felt
discouragement settle about
her shoulders like a cloak
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But he came to after a second and
raised one eyebrow at leer, “Gosh. I al
most forgot. *TII just about make It now.
Tell you whAt," he west on, JUst cs if It
were his own idea, “X 11 run Miss Carewe
In with me** nd you two can stay r Jha
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Bill Sevens bfoke the wo#d record Inst
year, cal can t afford to lose any more
now. • We’re just about *
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T,eone spared him one of her R|» Ini
smiles.
"Good idea.” Tom opened doors* and
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"When better thrones are rut f —-“
Ljeone muttered sweetly nnd got jut.
"I ll phone you tomorrow.”
"Miss Landon Is the best secretary wa
have," Tom added.
felt as if she should whip out
a pencil and notebook.
“How Interesting," Narendra purred,
meaning “how deadly.” •
; Torn and Pete bee an talking JnH>ut I
tomorrow's big track meet, bait Nar^ndia