The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1892-02-11
THE TYPEWRITER.

LIE I1pEN RIlER.
Charles r. Bush. ruler and potentate
of the llourishing firm Of Bush, Merrill
q Co, had adN crtiScd for new type-
writer. and Mrs. Charles L. Bush,
supreme ruler and potentatc of the
aforementioned ruler and potentate.
was on tcntcr hooks accordingly.
Now, there is something rather pie
beian and vulgar about jealousy, even
at the best but jealousy promiscuously
INDUCED in, and without respect of
persons. is taut pis, as the French say
But if Mrs. Bush held absolute and
despotic sway under her own roof tree
there were other places where she felt
that the potent voice Of her authority
must Of necessity be dumb, and such a
place was the tlourishing warehouse of
Bush, Merrill & Co. If Bush, Merrill
q Go. thought best 10 employ Il female
typewriter Mrs. Bush found that she
must possess her soul in patience.
even though it cost her a pang. If
this female typewriter should turn out
TO be young and pretty, Mrs. Bush saw
the necessity of still submitting TO the
inevitable, with at least outward com
posure, though it cost her another pang
even more intense than the former.
There was only one bright spot in
Mrs. Bush's somGer thoughts that
morning, and that was that she was
momentarily expecting the arrival of
a fayorile niece of hers, Miss Janet
Wells, who was coming in response to
an oft repeated and cordial invitation
to make her visit. Miss Wells had
been educated abroad and had lived
for the last ten years of her life in
Dresden, and so it had come to pass
that Mrs. Bush had not set eyes on her
niece since her marriage with the SEN
ior member of Bush, Merrill & 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 coating of SCOT and CRIME at
tendant on the long railroad journey
was duly removed from that young
lady,s fair exterior, Mrs. Bush felt that
the possibilities connected with her
position of hostess had been accom-
pliShed and, throwing her arms about
Janets neck, her oyerburdeued heart
found expression in torrent of hys-
terical sobs.
Dear, dear auntie, what is the mat
ter?' exclaimed the surprised girl.
meanwhile drawing Mrs. Bush down
upon the lounge beside her and placing
protecting and comforting arm about
the weeping matrOn'S waist.
And then Mrs. Bush told her all.
s'She will be beautiful, Janetm ex-
claimed Mrs Bush. The other was
pretty, but not pretty enough; so she
was discharged. There will be no
mistake made this time-thc' new one
will be beautiful. | tell you
But then, demonstrated the girl,
Uncle John may uever give her
thought outside of Il business way
'Outside of a business wayn re-
peated her aunt; that's just il! Every
thing he does will be dictated purely
by the requirements of bis business.
He can ilirt with her all day long in
lis private office, and still it will be
set down to a pressure of correspond
ence On FL give almost anything if
could watch him jnst for one day and
see what really goes on in that inner
office when the door is closed!'
You can! said Janet after a mo-
ment's silence during which Il brilliant
scheme had been gradually formulat-
inc in her active brai1. Am pretty
enough for Il typewriter, auntie?'
What do YOU mean. Janei?' said
her aunt, staring in blank amazament.
4 mean auntie." said the girl. rs
she rose to her feet aud began putting
on her iaunty little travelling hat,
that | intend to apply for the position
of typenriler to the firm of Bush, Mer-
rill Il Co
Never, Janet! | will not let your
But YOU cannot help yourself.
auntic. dear said Janet. with a de-
cidcd little toss of her pretty head. II
am going to DO il! You will never be
happy until YOU know the truth in
some way. Uncle John vii. not know
me, as he has never seen me. and if he
hires me can tell you faithfully what
goes on in that inner Office.
The only question is whether | can
get the position or not.
No fear of that" said Mrs. Bush,
with little shruo of her shoulders as
her eyes rested on the eXquisitely pro-
portoned figure and the aristocratic
face of her niece. You'll be hired
fast enough. But can you run the
typewriter. Jauet?'
Il ought to be able to-" answered
Janet with smile of assurance, ''since
I've done all fathers amauuensis work
with il for the last six years. I'm an
expert, aunIie!
Then You'll suit said Mrs. Bush
with half sigh. But what shall we
tell john when he meets you here and
finds ii oui?"
oh, well tell him its only joke.
auntie. I'll take all the blame if there
is any-good- byr' And having Sc
cured the address of Bush, Merrill u
Co.'S warehouse Janet kissed Mrs.
Bush alfectionately and went tripping
lightly down the steps.
Arrived ut the house of Bush. Mer-
rill d Co. Janet found heterogeneous
company of women of all ages, kinds
and descriptions awaiting an interview
with the head of the firm. Having
awaited her turn she was ut length
uslered into tile private office where
sat, among a pile of papers, gentle
man OF perhaps fifty, with iron gray
hair and pair of kindly blue eyes.
MIR. Bush, | believe" said Janet, bv
way of introduction.
Yes said the gentleman. with A
pleasant smile; what can | do for
you?'
IL have come III answer 10 your
advertisement. faltered Janet.
'Ah. 10 be sure, the advertise ment." :"
said the merchant. evidently not lit
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