The girl he left behind

Ethel Clayton gathered the several letters with their accompanying checks in a neat sheaf and rose from her desk, which was placed nearest the door of the manager’s office. With...

She read the letter from the Bogata Company and again glanced through the order. It was a large one. It called for certain supplies she knew the factory did not have on hand. Sh...

Frank Barton stepped into the car beside Miss Fuller and was whirled away, a willing captive. To tell the truth, the general manager of the Hapwood-Diller Company had been so bu...

Jim Mayberry was smoking his second cigarette when a girl came out of the main door of the factory offices. She was a slim, rather startled looking girl. Her flaxen hair was pul...

“The Dillers, my dear, are among the very oldest and the very best families in the country; and when one has family as every sensible person recognizes, money is of secondary im...

Her startled face was preternaturally grave on this occasion. Before she even removed her hat and the tight little jacket she wore, the girl went to the mail basket on Ethel Cla...

For Ethel Clayton the days that immediately followed the departure of the manager of the Hapwood-Diller Company were merely busy days. Positively nothing happened. The particula...

Mayberry glanced up swiftly as she entered the office at his response. He was rolling a cigarette which he finished and lighted, vouchsafing her merely a casual nod. Very differ...

She had a clear and particular remembrance of the circumstances surrounding the receipt of the order from the Norville company, Barton’s decision to refuse to fill it, his reaso...

to tattoo at night was filled with thoughts military. In addition to the regular course in tactics, he was studying special branches, such as the science of gunfire, range findi...

But Ethel’s countenance was quite composed again. She did not even glance in Miss Fuller’s direction as she closed the notebook and put it and the pencil into her bag.

Although Frank Barton was still manager of the Hapwood-Diller Company, he had turned his salary back into the treasury of the concern ever since joining the training camp at Lak...

She heard that Morrison Copley had been in town to bid his mother good-bye and had gone away, too, bound for the transport. Likewise that Charlie Bradley, that hulking fellow wh...

Benway Chase was to prepare a copy of the faulty specification sheet of the Kimberly Binding Company’s order, to be attached to the report on that unfortunate affair filed in th...

Ethel Clayton went away from her interview with Macon Hammerly cheered upon one particular point at least. His outlook upon the chance for Frank Barton’s continued safety, even...

News of the first raid against American troops in the trenches appeared in the newspapers. There were but three deaths and a few captured and missing; but the fact that a part o...

At just this point in Ethel Clayton’s business troubles, when she wished so heartily that she could have the benefit of Barton’s advice, the general manager of the Hapwood-Dille...

One of the French nurses crossed herself and murmured a prayer as Barton could see by her whispering lips. He could not fail to note how much better the French girls were taking...

Had Ethel Clayton known how deep in wild adventure Barton was as she rode down town in the surface car watching the little lawyer, she would have been utterly disgruntled at the...

Benway Chase was looking at her and Ethel realized that in the boy’s eyes there was an expression of pain and despair that gave almost a tragic cast to his countenance. He had s...

The game of “freeze out” fathered by the heaviest stockholder in the Hapwood-Diller Company betrayed by Macon Hammerly’s confident statements was but an incident of that stormy...

With a reunited board behind her and canny Macon Hammerly to advise with, it might seem at the rising of the curtain on Ethel Clayton’s régime as _de facto_ manager of the Hapwo...

Mabel Skinner’s news was true. The letter Miss Marble had received told the story from Helen Fuller’s standpoint. But let the heroics in it be the nine days’ wonder of Mailsburg...

Ethel heard of Barton in several ways during the next few weeks, but never by personal letter. She understood the reason for that, however, for Morrison Copley had quite freely...

Macon Hammerly offered no explanation at all as he led Ethel in the direction of High Street, quite in the opposite way from her usual walk at this hour of the evening. But he w...

One evening, some weeks later, Ethel found herself alone in the office. It was after working hours and the others had gone home. She had still to work late at times; but her pla...