Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1893-06-10

S'Strl.es me as being unreasonable
as it were,'" Mr.. Buckley corrected.
Unreasonable isn't here, said the
typewriter,
i wrote IT," Mr.. Buckley re.
pondod.
/ can insert it, though" said the
typewriter, in q calm way, which made
Mr. Buckley frown over his letters.
She was cool, certainly almost i'm.
pertinent.
He- machine ratified for a space.
Didn't you mean twenty two hun.
dred pounds?" said the typewriter.
Didn't say so?" Mr.. Buckley de.
manfed
''You said twenty-five thousand;
and there is word omitted here
Nr. Buckley dropped his pen with
sounding crack.
'WiL yon be - good, Miss-"
"Niss Wingate, the typewrites
supplemented, low-voiced.
$50 good as to complete She letter
oithoui troubling NE further!" ssid
'r Buckley, distinctly. st am not
accustomed to criticisms and correc-
tons from my typewriter. lay out
Your work and expect you to do it. and
t 90 It, and to do it quietly I don't
like
1 presume you wish your letters to
be correct:" seid the typewriter.
crisrly.
= am the best Judge of what is cor.
rect Mr.. Buckley answered, with
some sternness.
''But this letter. Miss Wingate
cried. softly, yet with the breathless-
ness of inlignation< '1t 1twasn't-why,
il wasn't at all"
"kin,lly finish it." said Mr.. Buck
Icy, IN tones conclusive.
There was ssilence for ten minutes :;
then Mr.. Buckley, feeling uneasy and
vexe1 and conscience-stricken, turned
ana glanced at his typewriter.
Miss Wingate--" he said, falter-
| inely.
| She was sitting with her back to
him, her fair head bent on her hand.
! her fingers idle.
sI-Miss Wingate-" stammered
/ Mr.. Buckley.
He grew red in the face; ne pushed
| his chair back and marched over to
| her. There was nothing to be seen
! save thick, blonde braids. He strode
around andsfaced her.
She got up hurriedly, her face
/ aycrted, but'he pulled her back gently
I 10 her chair. and sat down himself in
! such way as to pin her into her cor.
/ Lcr.
He was much fushed-the more 50
! because pair of beautiful brown eve.
were raised to his. They were moist
and the typewriter's sweet, full lip,
were tremulous.
L am sorry if II am sorry, Miss
Wingate-very sorry!" Mr.. Buckley
gGsped.
The girl before him was refined
/ lovely. lovable, charming. That hi:
masculine eyes saw on the instant, and
hc felt himself. the.most miserable man
on earth.
.! was trying tosdo it right" the
typewriter faltered. Il meant to
ooh. know It'll" nr. Buckley re-
erQnded. nnhappllv. II don't know
what allied me-that is, do know
I'm cross 10 day. 1 don't feel exactly
well, and-of course that does not ex.
cnse me said Mr.. Buckley, letting
his eye rove, disconsolately. pleading
x. rom her sor; curis TO ner pretty
round chin. '1 have been rude In tn,
extreme I~ask your pardon. Mis-
Wingate.'
But Miss Wingate lowered hel
thick lashes In silencee her stralgh
hose rather high.
1T makes me feel-wretched, :" sal,
Air. Buckley
H stared at the typewriter a
though iazed or hypnotized. 1t wa
uo, her beauty alone; it t,wss her looI
u brightness and her pretty pride AM
her sweetness which thrilled and con
fused hi1n-which caused mir, 10 fee
as he Lasl never felt before
4 supposed you wanted IT COZ
rected." Miss Wingate said, with re
leatlng symptoms
II I hlar-a-a-'