The evening world. Newspaper, April 1, 1922, Page 13

4 + THREE SECTIONS. \S Waking Up the Old Home Town By LUCIAN CARY Illustrated by WILL B. JOHNSTONE EVERY SATURDAY TWO. cy \4 J How an Ambitious Mid-Westerner Discovered He Was a Real New Yorker MISS MARY BELI ray of sunshine OQHARACTERS IN THE STORY. HENRY MILES, a typical New Yorker, but born in Midvale, Indiana. the very soul of business efficiency and the office a | JOHN BLADE, Henry’s former empleyer, who valued his services highs THEODORE CAMP, the Mid-West millionaire, who endeavors to induce ENRY MILLS was a typical New Yorker. He had been born and brought up in the Middie West. That is, if a boy who becomes an orphan at eight can be said to have been brought*up. In the fifteen years since he had boarded the midnight train for New York, with $12 In his pocket and the battered Gladstone bag that had been his father’s in his hand, Henry had wiped away the last trace of his pro- vincial origin. On this particular day, a Monday in Avgust, it was precisely a quarter past 9 when Henry lifted his hat in the anteroom of his office and 6uid ‘Good morning!” to Miss Bell. It was a privilege to say good morning to Miss Bell. She seeined sober at first sight. And then you said “Good morning!” and her face lighted up and seemed ‘Good her brown eyes actually to sparkle as she said morning, Mr. Mills!” Henry sat down at his desk pre cisely as he always sat down at his desk gets things done. sat down at his desk, Miss Bell ap peared us if by magic from the ante placed Henry the letter in the lt was the desk of a man who The moment Henry room and before most important morn ing’s mail, She presented a second letter when Henry had disposed of the only first. Thus, thoug Henry wrote a great many letters, and cor rected reams of advertising copy, and dealt constantly with proofs and dum ies and estimates, there was never papers on his Blade & Blade & modern any ueccumulation of desk Henry was one of Jlade’s service men, and Blade's methods are most The letter Miss Bell now presented bore the heading of the Camp Motor Accessories Corporation © Midvale Ind. It ran as follows: Dear Mills: Since our talk last wee ] have decided that I can inake the 8a ary $8,000, Instead of $7,000, and throv » 100 share yf Camp Mots Accessor es Corporation stoek At nt ate, which should increas 1 bring 1 $2,000 a veur 1 know $10,000 r tuyn twiee her Yor swfore luieht ay her " thne for | ri day and sper . want CB aED: res t 4 faint grin hovered on Hem lips Mir Camp didn’t know thaf Ifenry had been born in Midvale, Ind Henry looked up at the serenc Miss Rell “Midvale is Old yyave wn ¢ dl briefly Mise Bell smiled at tienes, a smile the most complete understanding Miss Bell had been Hlenry secretary more than three years. It is pos that she understood Henry better ‘han he understood himscif sible PNRY looked out of the win- dow, looked out over a desert of roofs at the towers ofr Manhattan, their tall shapes gleaming in the August sun, But what Henry saw was @ wide macadam @weet and the long rows of friendly * be elms that made an arch of greenery above it, a street in Midvale, Ind. The town had doubled and redoubled its population within the decade. ‘The Camp Motor Accessories Corporation had a whole group of new factories. So had the manufacturers of the Wa- bash Twin-Four motor car, And the Everspark Ignition people. But these were things that Henry Mills knew as a business man. As a sometime citizen of the old Midvale he knew nothing about the new Midvale. All his memories of the old Midvale were painful. His memory of his last day in Midvale was the sharpest and bitterest memory of his life. He had worked all summer, the summer after he had been graduated from the Mid- vale High School, driving a delivery wagon for his Uncle Andrew's feed store. . His Uncie Andrew had paid him $8 a week and Henry had paid back $5 for board. Of the remaining $3 Henry had saved an average of $2.85 a week. He hadn't minded be- cause he was going to college in the fall on money his Uncle Andrew was going to lend him. And then in Sep- tember his Uncle Andrew bad re- neged. Without a word Henry had called at the bank for his savings, had Mills to “give up Broadway and the cabarets,” ANITA CAMP, his athletic and progressive daughte: JACK HARDIN and GERTRUDE, supporting atmosphere ot the Mid- vale Country Club. bought a ticket at the railway station, had packed the Gladstone bug. He had never communicated with Midvale since, Midvale, in the person of his Uncle Andrew, had thrown him down, It would be sweet to go back there as a New York expert. It was sweet merely to be asked to come back. Henry turned to Miss Bell. As Henry began to speak Miss Bell's pencil be gan to move. *€ still feel,” he dictated, “that it would be a mistake for me to leave New York. But I cannot refuse your handsome offer pointblank. I should hike very much to go to Midvale and see your plant and meet your organi- gation 1 find T can leave here Thurs AHEAD LOOMED A PAIR OF BRILLIANT HEADLIGHTS. THEY WERE GOING TO MEBT HEA® ON. day night and arrive in Midvale irt- day noon, as yon suggest. Unless I hear from you in the mean time you may expect me on Friday.” Miss Bell arose. Henry leaned back ip his chair. Their eyes met—and in that meeting this morning became dif- ferent from any other of the thou sand mornings that Henry Mills and Mary Bell had worked together. They said nothing aloud. ‘ey did not ac tually cross that delicate barrier be- fore which they were an executive and a secretary und beyond which they would be 2 man and a woman, But Henry knew that Miss Bell knew he Theodore Camp's knew that he intended to uccent offer; and Miss Be!