Cleveland daily leader. [volume] ([Cleveland, Ohio]) 1865-1873, 1866-03-31

clamatlon of dlsmay, ne Grew Dack as
p he had burnt his fingers. 81 thought yo
had fallen asleep, Mr.. Smith, said BabI
> in strangely tender ones. Have 70
much to do2'
"No, sir" And poor Smith went at
again, while Bubb watched him ~euriously
Dixon" he called out, shave you gon
yet p
"No, sir"
"Then come here; 1 want you" Dixol
entered the sanctum. Here's our ney
friend very tired; perhaps you don't mint
seeing him home. He has nearly finished.
Smith was too fatigued to object, if h
had any objections; indeed, he had to leal
very heavily OF the arm Of the good-na
tured Dixon.
Come tomorrow with your billn said
Bubb as they left. "The fresh air viii re,
vive you. You will take care Of the boy
Dixon2"
In the outer Office, amongst the season
ed oldsters, the boy excited much sympa-
thy. Ignoring in their kindness the eye
of Bulb, they openly offered their pewter
pots to drink from. Smith family thanked
them and declined
On Saturday morning Smith presented
his first account to Mr.. Bulb in that gen
tleman's private office. He paid it at
once, cutting off an old ninepence for
luck, as he said. Bulb always contrived
TO pay first accounts when due it made
peoples minds easier under any delays
that might take place with other accounts.
Smith was retiring with his well-earned
money, when Bubb, clearing his throat,
detained him with these words; "Mr.
Smith, 1 have nothing to do with your pri-
vate affairs you do what L pay you to do;
still-still l think you ought 10 give me a
reference"
Smith blushed like a girl, and stam-
mered out Il can give you a note to DR..
P of Bloomsbury he knows me-"
Mr.. Bnbb eagerly assented. "How will
he word it 2" thought he. his curiosity
was pictured SO plainly in his face, that
Smith, With a smile, politely handed it to
him to read. "Dr. P-i is earnestly beg
ged to say a word of recommendation in
favor Of his young friends the Smith"
Bubb felt disappointed. He took some
interest in this able short hand writer,
and the clever vagueness Of the note still
kept him in the dark. He watched Smith,
from the office window till he was out OF
sight and then started for DR.. P-'s.
The doctor was very busy; could spare
Mr.. Bulb only two minutes.
Seeking work from you, sir, I pre-
sume2 Well, the Smiths are highly re-
spectacle and trustworthy poor from a
misfortune. Take my guarantee for any
materials, however costly, you may trust
them with, whatever your business may
be. GOod-morning sir"
Excuse; 1 am q cautious man. said
Mr.. Bubb. What misfortune2 7
The father-wealthy man-turned his
out of doors. The daughter left with
him and will not return till he is forgiven.
The son is consumptive-won't live long.
Good-morning, sir. You have my guar
On his way back, the sharp-tongued
shorthand writer composed a beautiful
romance, with himself for the hero, and
his new assistant for the heroine. The
plot ran thus: The discarded son of a
wealthy father is i'll, and Mr.. Bubb finds |
employment for his faithful sister at a re-
only of a half penny a folio. She
is grateful she is also not insensible to
his personal charms-she loves him. The
discarded and cons1mptive son dies. The
wealthy father calls back his daughter to
penitent bosom; and at the expiration
Of the fashionable term of mourning, Mr..
marries his late charming assistant,
low heiress-at-law to her father wealth.
For the remaining weeks of the term,
however other assistants Jared, there was
something for young Smith. For
Mr.. Bulb suspended his economical
habit he sat idle himself rather than turn
7oung Smith away. But as business
,hanced to be very brisk, this was very
the case. Dixon always accom-
'anied Smith home, waiting for his
comrade, if it were necessary.
Bubb had always to read over and
orrect when his assistants were done.
But he was not jealous of a man who was
'nly five feet four, and made mistakes in
polling; besides, the fellow did not know
secret, and was luckily too stupid
o find it out. Meanwhile, Mr.. Bubb set
bout displaying himself in the eyes of
ohm Smith as an unparalleled shorthand
and -magnanimous man. As
uck would have it, he had q heavy case
Iearly every day, and the usual lot of
heap ~incapables to help him get it
These he made a good foil for his
sharpness, and he did not spare them
totes twice as fast as he had to write him
elf and when the slow shorthand wri-
er timidly asked him for word three
entences back from where he was read
ng, he would look towards Smith for
ympathy, and assume the air of a con-
emptuous martyr. He did not bully his
len so much as of old, nor did he SO fire.
uently make them copy their work over
n account of a blot or an erasure. His
dvice, too, lost much of its acrimonious
one; towards Smith, indeed, it was sickly
weet. In an easy chair, with nothing to
o, young Smith might nave had leisure
D admire his master towering morally as
7ell as physically above his s~ubordinates;
ut bending all the night over ill-written
nort-hand characters, and puzzling over
he mysteries of fitting in" he noted
title OF the change which was a common
opic among his fellows. They, you may
e sure, did not neglect to take advantage
f the governors u-naccountable ~softness.
hey smoked more, wrangled more, and
ad more beer in. They tarned saucy to
i'm.
Il can't make this word out" remarked
Ir. Bulb, coming to a sudden stop in his
ictation; ait is strange I can't make it
ut, for it is written so plainly-so very
lain"
Then said the assistant, "don't write
so plain the next time"
But Mr.. Bulb bore all for the sake of
le future-for the sake of the third vol
me of his romance. However, the cloud
yer the hot sun of his temper passed sud
away, and his unhappy assistants
-ere scorched again worse than ever.
his was on the last day of Miehaelmas
On that night for the first time, ]
nith did not appear at lis accustomed
esk. 1t was q busy night, and his other
SO far as erring went, were more
uman than ever. Bulb missed the quiet,
and ready pen Of Smith. He was
$50 tormented by other feelings. These
-ere confirmed when, on the next day,
aturday, Smith did not present his week
? bill as usual. Andhad he lost him ever ?
Would his grand romance turn out al il
after all the fine opportunities Of
he had given up?
That evening, he called again upon his
DR.. P He was as busy IS
yer, and it was not till Bubb had waited
alf an hour that he popped his head into
he room where Bulb was pacing about
npatiently, and said: "0h, it is you.
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