Catoctin clarion., 1893-09-14
A TYPEWRITER Girl.
BY BELLE V. LOGAN.

hold.
Caroline, the youngest daughter, hat
decided to carye her own fortunes, al
those Of the family were getting in {
most entangled condition, and 'unbe
knownst' to her worthy relatives had
sought and secured position as type
writer IN one Of big, wicked Chicoga's
we'll known business bouses.
It's disgrace to the family!' Broth.
er Bob declared, and he donned his ov
ercoat and repaired 10 the clubhouse
around the corner. Mamma wept loud
ly; papa iumed family.
John Vandergast moaned mamma
He will never look at you again A
daughter Of mine typewriter!'
Caroline's short upper lip curled
slightly more than already curled by
nature, although an apprehensive look
did come into her great hazel eyes.
If you think, my dearest mother,
that / an going to starvc here in this
remote quarter Of the woods. even in
the most genteel style, just for look
from Mr.. Vandergast, you are vastly
mistaken.
There are other employments for a
woman-such a public position ! And
typewriters are always $50 talked
about
1 the newspapers, added Caroline
But no one will ever talk about me"
she finished, with stern bravery.
Before it was time for Caroline to
leave for the distant city her father had
altogether ceased his fuming and was
considering the advantages Of his
daughter's assistance. Of late years the
struggle had been a hard one for him.
His wife had always been society WON,
an and extravagant; induIged sons and
fashionable daughters, whose marriages
had each cost him small fortune, had
so reduced the estate made IN his prime
that now, in his old age, bankruptcy
constantly stared him in the face.
I regret, daughter,' he said as the
train whlstied and they were out on the
station platform, that You are going so
far from home. But know how you
would feel to begin labor here, and !
fully appreciate your efforts il assisting
me. The burden Is growing heavier
with every year and he sighed.
Somebody has to do something re-
turned the daughter scntentlousy.
And | know you are fully capable
Of taking care of yourself. God bless
you, my g,rl.'
And the careworn father was proud.
er of his Typewriter girl than of his most
beautiful and wealthiest daughter.
But once on the Car and steaming
Chicagoward Caroline was not quite 80
brave, and despite her tall, dignlfied
self one or two tears rolled dowL her
aristocrutic nose and defed the super
ior little curl of her short upper lip.
What if John Vandergsst-they had
been such friends before he left for
Europe. and although Caroline had not
gwen her promise, fol she was not sure
Of herself, she had consented to speak
with HIM again upon the su bject when
he would return.
Now she was sure of herscll-but
,JChn
Ut is one more test I she said sternly
to herself as she brushed away the I'M.
pertinent tears. 'aud a good one too. |
am so glad de6ed mamma and took
the business course at college.
In the excitement Of her new life
Caroline forgot her little thoughts that
might have been called sentiment. She
passed the ordeal of critical examina-
tion by the other typewri:ers in the Of
flee with supreme indifference and so
impressed her employers with her dig
nifty that they were really half afraid
of her.
As typewriter she was Invaluable
rapid, correct, distinct, her every sheet
perfection itself, but there was no social
intercourse nor pleasant conversation.
That girl declared the Junior part
ner, actually scares me. She's too
pretty to be such prude.'
'Ye-es,' drawled the senior, and
that afternoon the venerable gentleman
asked her how she spent her evenings.
'Slr?' inquired Caroline.
'You-excuse me, but you are young
and not homely. and you will pardon
an old man if he takes an interest in
your welfare in this great city,
'Ah, yes Caroline drew long.
expressive breath. and close observer
would haye said that her nostrils di-
lated something like those Of a high
strung horse. Sunday evening | at.