The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-11-22
No Tzpewriters Wanred.

81 don't want a typewriter, {" said the Boston
/ Globe mao. He had a supremacy bored look and
a certain grinsness of demeanor which might
mean that he would presently kick the agent
downstairs
It was hot. however; so hot that the agent j.,
who was well acquainted with that sort Of look
on mems faces. felt that he might trust tho
/ sitting day TO keep of active hostilities yet a
| little longer.
1t was a forlorn hope, for the agent had al
| ready dilated on the perfect alignment OF the
competitors in the Philadelphia typewriter com
pettlon; on its perfect adjustment, neat look.
| small keyboard, etc. But all be could get out
Of the man was:
Il don't want a typewriter
The agent had even resorted to that last re-
sort Of running down all the rival typewriters
but to no use. He gave a weary sigh and be-
gan TO pack up mis- sample. He glanced out Of
the door at the binding and suffOcating sun
said:
well, I'm afraid cant sell YOU a machine.
To tell you the truth I'm sorry for you as
am for myself. / never knew q man yet who
repented buying one OF these. One man knew
broke his to smithereens the first night he got
1t, but be didn't repent having bought it."
The agent stopped to wipe his forehead care
fully with his handkerchief. He knew that there
was not much hope. but few more minutes in
didn't sell anything.
Yes. sir. he continued. briskly, since the
man gave him no encouragement, he made
over $500 by means of that machine. It was
this way. He was so much struck the
way 1t worked that he took it up TO his bed
room and monkeyed with it until nearly l
O'Clock.
Then he went to bed; but he hadn't much
more'n got to sleep-yOu see, he kept thinking
about that machine and how nice it worried
when he heard some one around at the side
door.
well. up he jumped and looked out Of the
window, but there wasn't anybody at the side
door. He was just going back TO bed when he
saw two men a-working away at the dining
room window. and before he could think what
to do in they climbed.
You can just bet my friend was scared
There wasn't nobody but him in the house, and
he hadn't so much a toy pistol to defend him
self with
He knew what they was after. His family
bad lot of silver that was worth heap. and
these burglars had heard about it somehow
THE only thing that made him feel good was
that all the silver was upstairs in his bedroom,
where 1t was put every night. Now. thinks he,
when the burglars don't find the silver they'll
ge away.
But almost before he got so far as this he
heard them creeping softly along the hall
well, he was scared then. He walked
quickly across to the hall and most died of
fright when he stumbled over a table and pretty
nearly fell. To steady himself he put out his
hand and 1t came on the typewriter
That put an idea into his head and he
picked 1t up and walked out into the hall and
leant over the banisters
1.-THE men had stopped at the foot OF the stairs
and he heard one OF EN- say:
what will we do wild de dude?
Stick a knife into him, damn him. SAYS the
other, II he ant quiet
Then, with a bull's-eye in one hand and a
bulldog revolver in the other, one of the bur-
glars led the way up and the other followed
when he was half way up the stair. nv
friend, he threw down the typewriter on the
burglars just as hard as be could It struck
the first man on the head and then bounced
over and hit the second one in this hraaSt knnrk-
ing both of EN- downstairs and Gathering after
them as il every key In the machine was a pair
of handouts.
THE second one wasn't hurt much and he lit
out like thousand of brick but the one that
was hit in the head was clean knocked out and
when he came to Jacobs-mY friends name
was Jacobs-was standing over him with his
own revolver pointing at him."
The agent stopped and waited for the man to
speak.
Il don't want a typewriter" said he.