The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1885-08-29

and might she not undertake his
work for couple of days =? My
uncle agreed, and the girl did the
work, and did it so creditably, old
Jones declared, that his master was
only too glad to retain her when it
proved that, as regards writing, a
paraletic stroke had placed Mr..
Landor on the shelf.
"And So" perused my informant,
"Miss Cherry has been here going
on a year now, and if you dismiss
her you'll excuse me, sir-but
you'll get yourself into a pretty |
pickle. She knows all about every
body, and the correspondence, and
-
"This is poor rubbish" l inter-
rupted lofty, for it was hardly a
soothing suggestion that my future
success depended on slip of girl.
| had snug quarters tolerably
good sized room, where my uncle
used to sit in state, and an inner
one, very much smaller, where |
found Miss Charity Ladnor. She
looked desperately industrious,
perfect model of a secretary; intact,
1
when l first peeped into the room,
for she was seated at the table, with
a whole pile Of papers before her,
and her pen was stimming rapidly
along, while the orthodox little bus
mess frown drew the pretty eye
brows nearer together
"Good mornings" and ! walked
into the room.
Good morning, Mr.. Blake" said
the girl. She rose and held out
her hand ! hope you will ap-
prove of me, but perhaps you don't
approve of women secretaries ?'
"No, | DON'T" said bluntly /;
"but | should b very sorry to
cause you any Inconvenience so,
suppose We say that for one month
things shall go ON as they are"
The girls face fell.
Business is business did not
want girl in my Office, and ! told
her so. furthermore, ] explained
my views of women's duties in gen
, cral, and finished by limiting pretty
plainly that | thought she would
t be far better at home nursing her
e father.
went to my room feeling thank
, ful to her that she had not tried to
, coax more gracious answer from
= me. With such lace-with such
eyes, who could resist her? Did
. she know how beautiful she was!
Q Pshaw every woman knows that.
f Our paper was simply chit-chat
r on the topics of the day, and steer
+ ed tolerably clear Of scandal. There
# were science papers, and book paper
d and the only amusing column was
v one that was devoted to miscellane
t. Gus gossip, and was signed. "Th'
II Man About Town. The style wa
is clever and easy and ! nourished
J. secret but profound admiration 70
e my unknown contributor. Look
( over his latest article, it suddenl.
IS struck me | had never been tcld hi
Il name, and put my new secretar.
le to her first use by asking it of Mis-
Dt Charity Landor.
o, Hope" said the girl, che ncve
L. calls. Mr.. Blake used to write t
" him"
81 should like to see him." | al
Mt swered. Do you not admire HI
,ft writings, Miss Ladnor?"
II Not particularly" she replied
he at reads to me as if he puta gre'
Sc. deal OF rubbish by way padding
&C. For the first week or SO ! foun
a the girls presence was irksome, hl
be rs the straugcncss wore of, it seen
ed ed to make my work doubly Il
at tractivc. She was an immcn,
m help to me but try as ! woul
rst could not persuade myself that
was only her assistance that was
re- valuable to me. began to list,
ta- for the soft voice, and laid many
II deep plot to win from her laus
ice or smile.
'as One spring morning, when ! W
lie working alone, an open envclo
was brought me, which | knew
81 contain the weekly illusions of"T
ar Man About Town" The addrc
was written in his customary sty
it'll but when the Ms. tumbled out,
al my intense amazement it was WI
ent ten in the wcll-known rather pee
lri- liar hand of my secretary. Was
possible that Charity should be t
} is author of these clever papers?
nes Impulsive for once in my life
iay went into the inner room, laid
cen paper on the girls desk, and ask
his her what it meant. Her answer v
so eloquent that words of mine
d. nnwerless 10 descrihe il: She SIM