Evening journal., 1891-02-04
THE NEW TYPEWRITER.

0A1l "A thSdSNu Wis u ltIScs impressive
looking conan of much beauty and with
thehaughtiness of a duchess. She dressed
well and richly, and her manner when
sitting before her machine was that Of a
grand woman Of society who conde-
scended to play occasionally on the piano.
She had much the air of a woman who
was employing the men in the Office to
take care of her millions and make out
her accounts. Mr. Bulles always felt as
though he ought to ask her permission
to smoke, and was almost afraid to ask
her to take down any Of his correspond
ence. What work he dared to give her
she did as well as it could be done, so he
had nothing against her except her pride.
He determined finally to break down her
pride. He had been uncornfortably i'm
pressed with her dignity; now she should
learn what it was to feel that way toward
him.
So the next morning he called her in,
and after debating few business letters
be said; Now, on the smaller paper.
please. Are you ready? Let me see. I"
He mused as he bit carelessly at the top
of his cigar and gazed out of the win
dow;
Dear Jim" he began. "Thanl1s very
much, but it will be quite impossible.
/ have positively refused to 20 into
political life in any capacity, and though
the position of minister to so important
a city as st. Petersburg to succeed
Smith is highly complimentary, could
not leave New York and my work.
Tell the president in the proper official
language that he is very good, but that
he must look for some one else. Give
my best love to Mrs. Blaine, and accept
my condolences at the loss of your house
Yours,
"The Hon. James G. Blaine, Washing
ton, D. c."
The typewriter girl took this down
with a calm, unrufiied countenance; her
severity Of demeanor was absolutely un-
changed. rs that alp she asked
Eyes, said Bulles weakly-''yes, l be-
ieve that is ALL" He was not to be put
down by little thing like that, and called
her in again during the afternoon and
dictated the following note:
"DEIMoNIco's: VIII you reserve one
of the largest private dining rooms for
me this evening and prepare supper for
1902 / find my rooms are too small. and
will have to have one of yours. Serve
the same supper as ordered and prepare
floor for dancing. You can 90 to any
length in the matter of decoration, but
keep the cost of the flowers down to
81 900 Yours trlly.s
The other note was.
DEAR OLD MAN: / should be very
glad to accept, but Tuxedo never did
agree with my digestion. Certainly, you
can have all the horses you want. The
two leaders are in town, but will have
them sent out to you. / think the price
you offer for the coach is reasonable,
and viii let you have it for that, as ]
am going to give up coaching and get a
yacht. Yours"
The third note was:
DEAR Mr.. BURGESS: The designs ar.
rived yesterday and were beauties.
am sure, if looks go for anything, that
she should beat anything aaoat. / hope
you are right in what you say about hel
being a better boat than the MayfiOwer
and ! will certainly follow your sugges
tion and enter her when completed fol
the cup. Yours truly"
Mr.. Bulles said; That win do. WheI
they are finished let me see them" ii,
thought he detected slight unbendinf
ia the superior manner Of the young
woman, but he was not too hopeful II
those don't impress her" he said, 1T
write a letter of regret to the queen to
morrow, and one 20 Gladstone, telling
him j can't come over this summer /,
spend August with him." When th'
/ girl brought in the letters, finished an,
ready for his signature, he tossed then
carelessly aside and said: Il will sigl
them later, and I'll post them myself.
He signed them and slipped them in thei
envelopes under his other papers, wher
the clerks might not see them, an,
planned more for the future. On tn,
day following he refused three invita-
tions to dine with distinguished people
ordered an architect to call and see hin
about building a country house at New
| port, and wrote TO order diamond neck
lace.
The typewriter girl began to take I
little more interest, and said Eyes, sir,
instead Of simply Yes" which wa
something He felt that he was getting
on.
But on the fourth day she appeared
with even colder and more haught,
air, and laid three letters down upon hi
desk. She always opened his mail 70
him, and divided the private notes iron
the business letters. Here, she said
'are three notes which did not know
whether to hand to you or to the clerk.
Bulles glanced at the bottom of one O
them and read the name Charles Bun
CESS" The note ran:
HENRY BULIEs-Dear Sir: am i
receipt Of a note signed by you am
bearing the number Of your Office, whic
refers to a yacht and an imaginary COZ
respondence which has passed betwee
us on thesubject of such yacht. AsId
not know you or anything of any sue
yacht l can only imagine'that some on
is imposing upon you, and return 20
] your letter. Yours truly,
CHARLES BURGESS"
1 Mr.. Galles grew exceedingly red an