PUT TO PROOF.

Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 135, 9 June 1928, Page 21

PUT TO PROOF.

Eagerly she forced her ' way through the bustling throng of Easter shoppers in the crowded street, impatient of all delay and. of everyone who hindered her. She was going to him. It had been a long and anxious wait since their last appointment, and the days had dragged monotonously by. Her spirits had passed through the whole gamut from the deepest depression and ghastly donbts about the position she had taken up; to' a trusting confidence in him, and his ability to make things all right for her, and not let the world sco her as she really was. Their last meeting she was sure could hardly have been called successful. She had been nervous, ill at case, and had adopted a stilted, self-conscious pose which was linliroly alien to her nature. But he, she was forced to admit, had been a model of courtesy, sell-restraint, and patience. Several times slio hud started out to go lo him and seek comfort in his assurances. Frequently during the day her hand had gone out to the telephone to endeavour to get in touch with him. But, each time, the thought of his probable annoyance, and the futility of ■ attempting to hasten matters had restrained her. When she should sco him she would demand the proofs of all the promises ho had made her, and woe betide him if they did not satisfy her, and her father and mother. And now the moment had come when she would know. She was in his presence. He came forward to meet her with a cold, .studied formality, and mechanical smile. Just as she had remembered him on the last occasion, nothing was changed between them. She could hardly speak. "Have—have you?" she faltered. lie nodded undcrstandingly, and moved over to an ornate bureau. ''Here are your proofs,' madame," replied the fashionable photographer, placing a large envelope in her hands.