The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-07-11
THE TYPEWRITER.

methods strictly observed, and no senti-
ment in business hours or at business
places. That is, those were my senti-
ments. But l have become revolution
ized-I don't know what I AMI have
become, but that is-not another story
but the tail of this one, and stories and
wasps should never be grasped tail end,
in spite Of the habits of novel reading
young ladies and unsophisticated child
hood. The fact is I advertised for
young lady to do copying for me at the
Office. I will not deny that my partner
advised me not to do so, strongly adj
vised me against it, and in an experience
smitten tone said, 'Never depend on
women" But I persisted and adver-
tised.
Thenex morning upon my arrival at
the Office George, the aforesaid partner,
kept hurting remarks at me from the
doorway of the inner office about the
DIVISIONS of loneliness that would soon
illumine the. dark apartment, rob it of
its severe, businesslike aspect (here
wince0 land even lend an air of beauty
to his forlorn room," etc. I growled
to him to shut up, that there was to be
no nonsense about this thing. The girl
was to be engaged for business writing,
and there wasn't to be any sentiment in
the matter. Here he gave an ironical
laugh, and asked me was 'sdead sure?'
In my most severe tone I replied that
was.
Just then the 'visions of loneliness"
began to apply for the situation, and
George and his voice temporarily disap-
peared, for which I was very thankful.
Well, was greeted by all shapes and
sizes of visions from one specimen with
untidy hair and dirty bare hands to an
appalling ''dream" in blond braids and
so much paint Gthat I was tempted to
stick in a pin to see how recent the ap-
plicaticn was. was Disguised. closed
the door on the last one, and sinking in
a chair silently wished I had taken
Georges advice and not advertised. How
did he come to know so much, anyhow,
about women, bother him.
Georges voice was heard, and George
again appeared in the doorway. "What
do want anyhow" he asked. "What
would suit you? Here are six separate
girls" "Oh," interrupted, for l con-
fess I was annoyed, 81 understood they
were Siamese sextupletsp' He staggered
back from the doorway clasping his head
in an extravagant fashion, and I heard
him murmuring: ''Poor fellow! One
girl is too much for feeble man-but
six, six, six-ah" with a prolonged SYM
pathetic vocalization most distressing in
a business Office. was about to make
hasty rejoinder when the outer door
opened and in came a neat little girl in
black. followed by body guard of
'ma" and "elder sister" presumably.
The leader was trembling, and so was
the body guard. Consequently 1 grew
perfectly calm, placed seats for the three
and invited conversation, dimly con-
scious that George was trying to see
without being seen in order to be PINNED
for further attentions.
l soon found out that the youngest
lady desired to write for me, her mother
assuring me of her daughters ability,
superbpenmanship, moral character and
amiability. Availability in business
office! Then the older sister turned up
and said how Carol was so thoughtful
and DESTROYS ofihelping them along, and
so had insisted upon trying to get some
thing to do, and by a; lucky chance that
day her eyes had rested on my advertise
ment, and how they had all said together
in one breath q have heard of one
handkerchief per family, but one breathD
that it was the very place. And how
they had come in the Spruce and Wood
land avenue Car, and it had taken them
nearly forty-fve minutes.
All this time my dear little Carroll
beg your pardon, there is that wrong
end again-and all the time the little
girl sat there just as quiet as q mouse,
which pleased me very much.
When they had finished she asked me
should she write to show me her hand
writing, and said ''yes." So she took
her glove off and went to the desk and
wrote her name ,thus-Caroline Welton
and then told her to write mine and
she wrote-Richard A. Yohe-and YOU
have no idea what an extremely unbusi-
nesslike thought darted into my head
when saw those two names together.
I engaged her to come on Monday to
begin work, and amid a food of recol-
lections from ma of how her dear dead
husband "never expected dear Carol
would ever have to work." and chow
pleased he would have been that she
should be employed by SO considerate a
gentleman"-and a reckless profusion of
smiles and bows from elder sister, and
demure nod frsm the little one, final
ly shut the door on them and waited for
George to appear. He appeared.
"You are Sybarite-an epicure of
feminine loneliness, gay deceiver who
has pretended to be Indifferent to wom-
an" Then IN a heartbroken tone,
''She will break your heart and ruin our
Office comb"
And all the time that donkey stood
there firing remark after remark, sat
and sat and felt foolish. don't know
why. Finally he went back to his work
whistling "Love Comes Like Summers
Sigh" The young idiot! Fortunately
had business engagement and man