Too Much Efficient
“Ti ere' That ends the business—
the efficiency part. You resign; I
resign. It's all of. Now we’re ready
to take up the other matter. Here—
wh ie are you going? Not much: sic
rig t where you are—Connie. Don’t
forg«-t that you're min<- ’affectionate
Constance Bank back and fared at
him As she did so, the wild look
faded from his eyes, and he smiled
at he r.
"Now, Connie,” he said, seating
him;elf on the desk and looking down
at her, "I'm sorry if I scared you,
but it had to be done. I’m not crazy;
I’ve juts became sane. I've chopped
six \ ears of efficiency out of my life
and I'm beginning all ov> r again.”
“Last night," said H. Hedge, “you
tur:.< 1 the lights out on n. . I don’t
blan. you. I was still an efficiency
engineer. I’m just plain Herny now.
and as such I'm entitled to a hoarin '
I love you.”
Constance watched hiti turiously.
He was utterly unlike th . fficiency
man. Somehow, his dirk eyes >-ad
changed. They were ardent. They
carried an appeal that even n voice
"Yes, Connie, I love you. Os
course I had to. Everybody has to. I
suppose that’s on e of the things I'll
have to put up with after we’re mar
"-L* gasped and turned pink.
(trtainly; after we’re married.
W>-'re going to be, you know. No: '
you mustn't run, dear. You must
listen a minute or two. I love you
That’s three times I’ve said ,t; it
pro-.. s I’ve cast economy to the
winds. Doesn’t it? I'll never econo
mize again, especially on that I
Jove you—l love you.”
And Constance, for all her bewil
derment, could see thatH. Hedge
“You see,” he went on, “it explains
lots of things. It explains why I
ordered one young man after another
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“Connie—l love you.”
them would really get you. I don’t I
suppose I was giving them a sport
ing chance. But how could I? I
just had to have you. Connie. You ’
don't mind my saying ‘Connie,’ do
She made bo reply, being a trifle |
"Now. as to the other part cf it,”
he said. “I mean the part about you
fooling me and making me believe
that you really liked all that eff-
iciency stuff. You did fool me, of
course. But before you got through
you fooled yourself, Connie.”
Constance was watching him
“Didn't you fool yourself?"
"How? she asked unwarily.
“By pretending that I was your
enemy; and that you hated me, and
then winding up by loving me.”
Her face flamed again.
How dare you say I love you?”
"Because I’m sure of it,” he an
“You—you presume, Mr. Hedge!"
“I do not presume—and my name
is Henry. Sometimes I used to be
called Harry,” he added a little wist
fully. “Honestly, Connie, I think
you love me.”
“You think it? You said before—”
He made a gesture of despair and
"That just shows v?u how mixed a
man gets when he’s in 'ove. But I
am sure of it. And you’ll be if you’ll
only stop to consider."
Constance Brooke had received
proposals before, but never one that
carried with it such brazen assur
ance. She knew that she ought to
put H. Hedge aright vt ithont delay
but she waited.
“I can't give any reason for be
lieving so, I admit,” he continued
j rather lamely. "‘But I just feel it in
,my bones, i just feel- oh, I guess
1 it’s a hunch Connie.”
He slid down from the* table and
j stood in front of her, his hands
• stretched, as he had the evening be
-1 fore. But this time she did not
i laugh at him. She felt serious and
disquieted. It was like having an
i utter stranger lay his heart in her
.hands—for there was no doubt that
I the efficiency man had vanished. As
' for the stranger, why—
“lf you don’t love me, I think you
I ought to deny it," he suggested
"I deny— ’’
’ She stopped, and was annoy -d
when she became aware of it.
[ “I deny—”
| He reached over and placed js
hand across her lips.
| "Don't dear,” he pleaded.
She pushed the hand away, but did
not finish the sentence. Instead, she
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I rose from the chair and started to
ward the hallway. Then she changed
her course, for no conscious reason,
and went over to one of the windows,
where she stood with her back to
ward him. H. Hedge followed.
The foundering uncertainty went j
out of his eyes and he beared at the
' back of her head. He took her gent
• ly by the shoulders and turned her
she murmured. “Then—l” |'
‘‘Let's quit fooling," he said.
I “So—so you've been fooling, then,’ i
she murmured. “Then —I”
The rest of the sentence was smoth
ered as H. Hedge stood there with
Constance in his arms, his heart
pounding a hundred beats to the min
ute. He did not dare speak. Con- (
stance did not try; it was too—amaz
After several minutes, he ventured
a pleading appeal.
“I don't know whether I can talk
straight yet,” he said. "I suppose I’m
due for another bungle. But I’ve
kissed the top of your so often
that I just wondered if you'd let
She lifted her head—and let him.
“I don’t deserve this,” he said I
humbly after an interval.
i “I don’t think I do, either—after ;
the way you treated me,” she an
swered faintly. "I—l must be crazv ’ '
“For loving you.”
I ' Connie!” He held her off at ,
length. “Honestly,—do you?" (
She looked at him in amazement. I
“H. Hedge, you are insufferable!”
she exclaimed. “Do you think I’d i
let you—kiss me—and almost crush
me to death—if I didn’t love you?” 1
He seized her again, and they be
gan once more from the point where’ i
they had quit fooling.
It was Constance who broke the
“It’ seems to me,” she said, as she
ran her fingers lightly, almost curi
ously, over his hair, "that for a pri
son who has abandoned efficiency,
you are still a rather scientific man
ager. O-o-om! There—didn’t I tell ■
you so, dear?”
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, H. Hedge were gravely wondering
how they could ever explain it .<> '
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“There’s absolutely no tense in it,”
she said. ,
“Absolutely none," he agreed. .
“It’s impossible to give any good !
“And yet—well, it’s done.” '•
“That’s the only explainable part
of it— it’s done. Nobody knows how; |,
not even us.”
“Yet we’ve got to tell them, of ;
“You bet we have! I’m going to \ t
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“No fear, E. E.,” she said, gravely. I
“I told you E. E. was dead—ex- I
"nevertheless, I’m afraid I’ll al- 1
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“But you’re too late, my dear. You
resigned. And this—this happened
“Then I reinstate myself long
enough to express my approve!. ”
“No you don’t!” warned Constance
“E. E., if you reinstate yourself for
as much as a solitary second I’ll
break the engagement. I don't want
to know any more efficiency men.
Heavens! Wasn’t one bad enough?”
“I guess I was awful,” he ad
“What—in—blazes!” said a voice.
As they turned abruptly, Billy
Brooke strode into the room.
“Hello, Bill,” said Hedge easily.
“When did you float in?”
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Constance smiled at her brother
and linked an arm around one of 11.
“Connie!" cried Billy.
“Why, what’s wrong, Billy?” asked
the retired efficiency engineer.
“Didn’t you ever see enything like
And he kissed Constance.
"Leave my sister alone!” growled
Billy menacingly, and this time he
plainly meant it.
“I don’t want him to,” said Con
stance. “And don’t you lay a finger
on him, Billy boy, because he will
break you into little peices. He can
—can’t you, E. E.?”
Her eyes kindled with pride at
memories of the prowess of H.
(To Be Continued)