The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1892-02-24
THE TYPEWRITER.

ILL L L i L w III LIs
Charles R. Bush, ruler and potentate
of the fourishing firm of Bush, Merrill
& Co., had advertised for new type
writer, and Mrs Charles R. Bush.
supreme ruler and potentate of the
ruler and potentate.
was on tenter hooks accordingly.
Now, there is something rather ple-
beian and vulgar about jealousy, even
at the best but jealousy promiscuously
indulged 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 hourishing warehouse of
Bush, Merrill & Co. If 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 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 CON-
posure, 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 expecting the arrival of
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 responsibilities connected with her
position of hostess had been accom-
plished and. throwing her arms about
Janet,s neck, her -oxerhurdeaed- -hheeassff44 al
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
a protecting and comforting arm about
the weeping matron's waist.
And then Mrs. Bush told her all.
''She will be beautiful, Janetr" ex-
claimed Mrs. Bush. 1.-The other was
pretty, but not pretty enough; so she
was discharged. There will be no
mistake made this time-the new one
will be beautiful. tell you'll
But then" demonstrated the girl,
"Uncle John may never give her a
thought outside of a business way"
'Outside of a business wavp re-
peated her aunt; ''that's just it! Every
thing he does will be dictated purely
by the requirements of his business.
He can flirt with her all day long in
his private Office. and still it will be
set down to a pressure of correspond
ence. Uh. Id give almost anything II
l could watch him just for one day and
see what really goes on in that inner
Office when the door is closedr'
"You can!n said Janet after a mo-
ment's silence during which brilliant
scheme had been gradually formulat-
ing in her active brain. '.Am pretty
enough for typewriter, auntie?'
"What do you mean, Jauetpn said
her aunt, staring in blank amazement
Il mean auntie,n said the girl, a.
she rose to her feet and began putting
on her iaunty little travelling hat,
that intend to apply for the position
OF typewriter to the firm of Bush, Mer-
rilI s Co."
Never. Janet! 1 will not let your
but you cannot help yourself.
auntie, dear" said Janet, with a de.
cided little toss of her pretty head. ~
am going to do it! You will never be
happy until you. know the truth in
some way. Uncle John will 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 car
get the position or not.'
mo fear of that" said Mrs. Bush.
with little shrug of her shoulders as
her eyes rested on the exquisitelv pro-
portioned figure and the aristocratic
face of her niece. you'll be hired
fast enough. But can you run the
typewriter, Janet?n
Janet with smile of assurance, '.since
I've done all fathers amanuensis work
with it for the last six years. I'm an
expert, auntieI'
Then you'll suit, said Mrs. Bush
with half sigh. But what shall we
tell John when he meets you here and
finds it out?"
"Oh, we'll tell him it's only a Joke.
auntie. I'll take all the blame if ther.
is any-good-by And. having so
cured the address of Bush, Merr II 4
Co.'s warehouse Janet kisseS Mr.
Bush affectionately and went +,.;nnin,
lightly down the steps. u P'Ni
Arrived at the house Of Rnsb Mar
rill & Co. Janet found . u hotaromonnon , "AU,
company of women of all ares, Kind
and descriptions az ,.itinn az on 80 otorTe, ~,t
with the head f the firn, M - H. Hax;n wiz,
awaited her T. ,rn she sh was w M at len 1engt IT
ushered into the private of3sce If ~ VIZ,
n"o' s,'o "l.log ~ a pile of papers, gentle
hn nan OF p srhaps fifty, with iron gra
A',I any pair of kindly blue eyes
-lr Bush, l believe,'' said Janet b
dy rJf introduction.
''Ies," said the gentleman. with
pleasant smile; "what can l do fo
COUP"
IL have come in answer to you
advertisement" faltered Janet.
''Ah, to be sure, the advertisement
said the merchant, evidently not f. Ii
tie surprised. Are you a typ
writer?n
'Yes, 1 am-that is, | have bet
one," stammered the girl, who gre
more and more i'll at ease under tt
keen scrutiny of the merchants.
And you wish to be one againP"
Janet looked up quickly at tt
strange question and thought she d
tected merry twinkle in her uncle
blue eyes, which, however, vanisht
, Immediately.
Yes"
DO you think yourself compete
to carry on the business of lar
firm2"
Perfectly"
"Could you furnish US referenc
from your former employers?"
'I-I could, but it would take sol
= | Iittla time - faItarad Tapat who f.