had made a considerable and a rather unfavorable impression on him. He

was sure that there was an underlying meaning, though just what it

portended he was unable to imagine.

From the International Machine Company Jimmy went directly to the

restaurant where he and Little Eva had dined the night before. He found

her waiting for him, as they had agreed she would.

"Well, what luck?" she asked as he took the chair next to her.

"Oh, I landed the job all right," said Jimmy, "but I feel like a crook.

I don't know how in the world I ever came to stand for those letters of

recommendation. They were the things that got me the job all right, but

I honestly feel just as though I had stolen something."

"Don't feel that way," said the girl. "You'll make good, I know, and

then it won't make any difference about the letters."

"And now," said Jimmy, "tell me where you got them. You promised me that

you would tell me afterward."

"Oh," said the girl, "that was easy. A girl who rooms at the same place

I do works in a big printing and engraving plant and I got her to get me

some samples of letterheads early this morning. In fact, I went

down-town with her when she went to work and then I went over to the

Underwood offices and wrote the recommendations out on a machine--I

used to be a stenographer."

"And you forged these names?" asked Jimmy, horrified.

"I didn't forge anybody's name," replied the girl. "I made them up."

"You mean there are no such men?"

"As far as I know there are not," she replied, laughing.

Slowly Jimmy drew the letters from his inside pocket and read them one

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