The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1892-10-01
HOW He coMouEksp.
tSnsi and Lovc Happily I5lended--A
Pretty Romance,

tSusi oss and Love Happily Blendsd--A
| Pretty Romance
Detroit posscsses one of the most mod
est men in the world Yet, withal, he
| is very successful in business, and now
! he is successful in his heart affair
Possibly 1t was because he was so
| busy that he had no time to learn the
art of love, but whether so or not, IL is
true that in some fifteen years of man.
hood he had made no progress in secur-
ing mate until within the last three
months.
A year ago very intelligent and
handsome young woman took position
in his Office as typewriter.
From the very beginning he admired
her, and day after day as she did her
work this admiration grew into some
thing stronger. Six months after her
first days work he had called at her
mothers house to see her. and after
that he liked her still better, and it
soon became evident that she had
preference for him, but his difiidence
was too great and he never dared VEN
| ture beyond the limit of a pleasant
friendship, or, ut least, he never men
toned it to any one if he did, and least
of all TO the pretty typewriter
| A month ago, however, happy
| thought struck him and he proceeded
to put it into execution. About
o'clock one afternoon he came into his
place of business with an air of heroic
! determination.
81 wish, Miss D." he said to the
young woman, you would bring your
typewriter into my private Office. I
have a special letter want written"
Certainly" she replied and followed
him, the porter carrying the instru
ment,
Now" he said, when everything
was fixed and the door shut, "will you
please write carefully what 1 have to
say?"
She nodded and the instrument began
TO click:
Detroit, Mich, July 10, 1892
Dear Mother: H.
l write You to-day to inform you of a
fact which 1 am sure you will be glad
to hear of. For the first time in my life
l am in love"
The instrument gave half choke and
the girl appeared to have caught her
finger or been hurt some way, but the
man gave little heed to it.
'"rhe woman" he went on, "who has
won my heart is rich"
Again the instrument hitched and the
poor little typewriter gave gasp. 1t
had not occurred to her before to think
so much Of this man.
"In all the graces," he said slowly,
(which constitute true womanliness
and if for my heart which she has un-
knowingly taken from me, 1 may hope
to win her. 1 am sure 1 shall have
wife and you daughter we shall both
be proud Of"
The pretty typewriter had recovered
her wonted skill and IVES writing along
without a flutter
| 81 have never spoken to her." he con-
tinued, ION the subject, and perhaps l
may never do so, for l cannot, unless
! there is hope for love, for we are very
good friends, and l understand that
where love would be, friendship cannot
exist, and / do not care to hazard that
| which | have for that which may never
| be-"
He stopped moment and the young
woman looked up quietly for him to
proceed.
"Dear mother" he went ON, ''this
young woman who has so gently and
innocently led me captive, and who has
all my future happiness in her
| hands
The girl was growing nervous again,
and that she was making an effort to
conceal her suffering was plain, but
the man gave no more heed than at
first.
'Is," he went on, my typewriter
| and"
Then she stopped before she had
written the last two words, and raising
her big brown eyes to his face she looked
at him questioningly.
He stretched out his hands to her
helplessly and fifteen minutes later he
said to her smiIingly:
Let US write new letter, dear, to
our mother"
And she did so. Detroit Free Press.