Beta Book

Though he sat under the weary unnatural brilliance
of a mercury-vapor light, he dashed into his work, and was too
keen about this business of living merrily to be much flustered
by the bustle of the lady buyer's superior "_Good_ morning."
Even up to ten-thirty he was still slamming down papers on
his desk. Just let any one try to stop his course, his readiness
for snapping fingers at The Job; just let them _try_ it, that was
all he wanted!
Then he was shot out of his chair and four feet along the
corridor, in reflex response to the surly "Bur-r-r-r-r" of
the buzzer. Mr. Mortimer R. Guilfogle, the manager, desired
to see him. He scampered along the corridor and slid
decorously through the manager's doorway into the long sun-bright
room, ornate with rugs and souvenirs. Seven Novelties glittered
on the desk alone, including a large rococo Shakespeare-style
glass ink-well containing cloves and a small iron Pittsburg-style
one containing ink. Mr. Wrenn blinked like a noon-roused owlet
in the brilliance.


Pages:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25