The morning call., 1891-08-24
ONLY A TYPE-W RITTER.
BY NELLIE.

BY NELLIE.
"It is folly, SIR to talk to me in such a
manner" replied Mr.. Leonard, in answer to
his son Pau's earnest appeal in behalf of
the girl he loved. "If you were in your
right mind you would never think of marry
ing type writer in your fathers employ"
'tShe has proved herself CAPABLE. consci-
entious and satisfactory, has she not?"
Paul asked.
THAT has nothing to do with the case.
The fact remains the same that she is your
social inferior"
''She was my equal until her father lost
his fortune in wild speculation. Then it
was but in the eyes of the world, for have
her family for generations not been one of
the first? Were her forefathers not among
the early pioneers. and in that respect older
than our own, while she is refined, accom-
plished and gentlewoman in every respect
if she does work to maintain herself?"
81 see there is no use arguing with man
who is so bewitched and in love like you,"
snapped Mr. Leonard, "but l warn you
what you may expect II you contract such a
low marriage"
81 think If you knew my Victoria better"
Paul asserted confidently, you would
change your mind"
Il will never change my opinion in the
matter, and If you hope for such thing you
will be grieyously disappointed; and If you
are stubborn and idiotic enough to marry q
common typewriter. you can never for a
moment expect any OF your family TO aSSo-
ciate with you; nor will you ever get a
penny of my fortune. This is my final de-
cision," Mr.. Leonard declared emphatic
ally.
"Why not go away for awhile until you
forget Victoria Arnold, then come home and
marry the girl your family has chosen for
your wfe?'
Never" declared Paul. and with these
words he left the room.
Outside the wind was blowing In perfect
hurricanes and the rain was pouring down
in torrents. Beyond the soft light of the
room all was pitchy darkness.
81 am sorry for anybody who is obliged
to be out on such night as this" thought
Paul, as the lightning flashed anu a peal of
thunder shook the grand old mansion from
bottom to top.
Meantime. where was Victoria? A strange
man called and took her father away with
him, and Mr.. Arnold had told Victoria it
was very important case, and to remain
up until his return, and he would explain
all.
1t was now nearing midnight, and still he
had not returned. Victoria had long since
finished the letters she was writing and had
put their neat little room in order, and was
now moving to and fro in the small but COM
1Ui bdUIe HllIe lOUll III Il RESTLESS manner.
What can have detained papa? ne has
been absent so long. it is now past midnight;
perhaps he has had an accident? What if
ANYTHING should happen him?"
He was all she had in the world of family
or kin, her mother having died when she
was but few years old; and as the weary
moments dragged slowly by a nervous
terror seized her Of being alone on such
night.
There was no front window in the room
by which she could look out upon the street;
finally the monotOnous silence and loneli-
ness became no longer endurable, and
wrapping storm cloak about her slender
form, she turned the gas low, locked the
door and went out in the miserable night,
but the fierce wind and rain, with the blind
ing flashes OF lightning obliged her to seek
the shelter of the lonely room.
AS she entered quietly she was startled
by peculiar sound from the inner room,
and noticed the door was ajar. For mo-
ment she stood in an agony of terror, her
limbs trembling beneath her. and great
drops of respiration stood on her forehead.
But even as she stood faint and trembling,
a sudden thought occurred to her, which
brought strange light to her terrified eyes,
and swift as thought she sprang to the
door ana pulled it shut with bang
and turned the key in the lock. The in
truder was her prisoner, for though the in
ner room was nicely furnished, the single
door was its only egress.
In some way the man guessed who had
Gagged him so easily.
80 it is you, my LADY Victoria 2" he
said with harsh laugh OF baffled malice.
Victoria did not heed him, but stood lis
tening, wondering what to do and wishing
her father would come.
The man seemed TO guess what her ST.
lence meant, and said: Let me ont, nv
pretty one, and shan't harm you and will
make you rich for life. ALI l want is the
papers before you" Victoria had already
noticed package of yellow papers which
the intruder had evidently taken from the
little tin box in the room where he was
locked.
What Victoria next did was ever like a
dream to her afterward. She had faint
recollection of Fastening out upon the
street, and blowing police whistle, and of
policeman asking what was wanted, and
OF speeding back to the house, followed by
half score of blue coats, pointing to the
door and saying, burglars" until she
awoke several hours later to find her father
and Paul sitting by her bedside.
My darling" said Paul. "he has con-
fessed all"
What?' asked Victoria.
"Is it possible" said Paul, "you do
not know that man was hired by my
father to secure some very valuable papers
that are in your fathers possession?
and your father? Through some fraud and
scheming by my father YOU have been kept
out Of it all these years, but thank God, my
darling, you will be once more in the social
standing where you belong, while VIC 60
forth little less than beggarS.
But, Paul. can il change your love for
mep You told me you loved me when l was
poor and you had plenty. My darling, l
love you with all my heart p
but would you still care to marry me,
knowing that my father is rascal, forger
and thief? All. how bitter it is to talk in
such terms about ones father"
paul, dear, you know nothing can ever
change my love fer you"
"Oh, my darling, lie cried. "You have
made me one of the happiest men in exist
ence. What have l done to deserve this
good fortune2"
Why, Paul, were you not our friend
when ali others looked down on us because
we were poor? Did your affection ever
wape for me because | was typewriter in
cared Tor you because you had money,
while | worked for my daily breadp No,
love for you"
Victoria, Victorial Was ever a man SO
blessed?'
Now, dear reader, If this story would
end differently from the usual it would
were married early in the spring, Mr..
Arnold settling neat little income on
old Mr.. Leonard and his naughty wife and
daughter, who Immediately left for Aus
tralia, where they lived ever after, shun-
ming all former acQuaintances.
MIR. Arnold lived to ripe old age, and
was extremely happy with Mr. and Mrs.
Paul Leonard Jr.-Pittsburg Press.
How an Old Gentleman Keeps Cool.
AS rule bridge policemen are very OBJ
serving, and many little incident comes