Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1891-11-09
THE TYPEWRITER.

i the flOurishing firm Of Bush, Merrill a. Co.,
had advertised for new typewriter, and
Mrs Charles II. Bush, supreme ruler and
| potentate Of the aforementioned ruler and
| potentate, was on tenter hooks accord.
| .ngly.
Now, there is something rather plebeian
| and vulgar about jealousy, even at the
best, but jealousy promiscuously INDUCED
n, and without respect Of persons, is taut
/ pis, as the French say.
But if Mrs. Bush held absolute and des-
| potic sway under her own roof tree, there
were other places where she felt that the
potent voice of her authority must Of ne
ressity be dumb, and such place was the
1ourishing warehouse Of Bush, Merrill &
Go. II Bush, Merrill & Co thought best
to employ female typewriter, Mrs. Bush
| found that she must possess her soul in
patience" even though it cost her pang.
If this female typewriter should turn out
TO be young and pretty, Mrs. Bush saw the
necessity of still submitting to the inevita-
BILE, with at least outward composure,
though it cost her another pang even more
Intense than the former.
There was only one bright spot in Mrs.
Bush's somber thoughts that morning, and
that was that she was momentarily expect
Ing the arrival Of favorite niece Of hers,
Miss Janet Wells, who was coming in
response to an oft repeated and cordial in
vitation to make her visit. Miss Wells
had been educated abroad and had lived
Tor the last ten years of her lifein Dresden,
hnd 50 it had come to pass that Mrs. Bush
had not set eyes on her niece since her
marriage with the senior member Of Bush.
Merrill 81 Co
When at last the cab had rumbled up to
the front door and her aunt had piloted
Janet to her room, where the outer coat
Ing Of SCOT and CRIME attendant on the
long railroad journey was duly removed
from that young lady's fair exterior, Mrs
Bush felt that the responsibilities connect
ed with her position OF hostess had been
accomplished, and throwing her arms
about Janet's neck, her overburdened
heart found expression in a torrent of hys-
terical sobs.
Dear, dear auntie, what is the matterP"
exclaimed the surprised girl, meanwhile
drawing Mrs. Bush down upon the lounge
beside her and placing a protecting aud
comforting arm about the weeping ma
irons waist.
And then Mrs. Bush told her all.
she will be beautiful, Janetn exclaimed
Mrs. Bush. THE other was pretty, but
not pretty enough; 50 she was discharged.
There will be no mistake this time-the
new one will be beautiful, ! tell youm
But then" demonstrated the girl,
"Uncle John may never give her a Thought
| outside Of a business way
"Outside Of a business wavpi repeated
her aunt; that's just itl Everything he
| does will be dictated purely Nv the require.
ments Of his businessl He can dirt with
her all day long in his private office, ang
| still it will be set down to pressure Of cor
tespondenoe. Oh, I'd give almost anything
II could watch him just for one day, anc
see what really goes on in that inner oflic,
when the door Is closedw
you can" said Janet after moments
/ silence, during which a brilliant scheme
had been gradually formulating in her
active brain. Am | pretty enough for 9
typewriter, auntiegn
"What do yop mean, Janetgn said he
aunt, staring in blank amazement.
II mean, auntie," said the girl as sh,
rose to her feet and began putting on he
/ iaunty little travelling hat, that / intent
to apply for the position Of typewriter t,
/ the firm OF Bush, Merrill g. Co."
| "Never, Janetl / will not let your
but you cannot help yourself, auntie
DEAR said Janet, with decided little tos
Of her pretty head. Il am going to do it
You will never be happy until you know
the truth in any other way. Uncle Johl
| will not know me, as he has never seen me
and IL he hires me / can tell you faithful,
what goes on in that inner Office.
1.-The only question Is whether l can ge
the position or not"
"No fear Of that" said Mrs Bush with
| little shrug Of her shoulders as her eye,
rested on the exQuisitely proportional
! figure and the aristocratic face Of her niece
you'll be hired fast enough. But car
you run the typewriter, Janetg
Il ought TO be able 60" answered Jane
with smile of assurance "since I've don,
all fathers amanuensis work with it TO
the last six years. I'm an expert, auntiep
"rhen you'll suit said Mrs, Busl
with half sigh. "But what shall we tel
John when he meets you here and finds
OutYn
"Oh, Wen tell him it was only a jok,
suntie. I'll lake all the blame IL there
any-goodbyw And having secured tn
address Of Bush, Merrill q Co.'S war,
house. Janet kissed Mrs. Bush affection
Rtely and went tripping lightly down tn
steps.
Arrived at the business Of Bush, Merri
& Co., Janet found a heterogeneous con
pany Of women Of all ages, kinds and d,
scriptions, awaiting an interview with th
head Of the firm. Having awaited he
turn, she was at length ushered into tn
private Office, where sat, among pile
papers, a gentleman Of perhaps fifty, wit
Iron gray hair and pair OF kindly blu
eyes.
"Mr. Bush, l believe,n said Janet, /
way of introduction.
Yes said the gentleman, with a plea
] ant smile; what can do for yousn
IL have come in answer to your a,
vertisement,n faltered Janet.'
"Ah, TO be sure the advertisement
said the merchant, evidently not lit
( surprised. Are you a typewriteri"
"Yes, am-that is, have been one
r hammered the girl, who grew more al
more i'll at ease under the keen scrutiny
the merchant
I "And you wish TO be one sgainf"
q Janet looked up quickly at the stran,
question, and thought she detected
merry twinkle in her uncle's blue eye
which, however, vanished Immediately.
4, "Yes.n
"Do you think yourself competent
carry on the business Of a large firmen
Perfectly"
e Gould you furnish us references fro
= your former employers
it I'll could, but il would take some lit
time,n faltered Janet, who felt her hea
failing her at the direction the convers
p ton was taking.
II "Well. perhaps it viii not be necessary
Il said the merchant after a moments de