The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1893-09-23
ONE TYPEWRITER GIRL.
Went to Earn her For
tune and Saved that of
Her Lover.


and gnashing of teeth in the St.
Clair household.
Caroline, the youngest daughter
had decided to earn her own fortunes
as those of the family were getting
in a most entangled condition, and
"unbeknownst' to her worthy rela
tives had sought and secured a
position as typewriter in one OF big
wicked Chicago's well known busi
ness houses.
It's a disgrace to the family!
Brother Bob declared, and he donned
his overcoat and repaired to the
club house around the corner.
Mamma wept loudly, papa fumed
family.
John Vandergast! moaned mamma,
he will never look at you again A
daughter of mine-a typewriter
CaroIine's short upper lip curled
slightly more than already curled by
nature, although an apprehensive
looked did come in her great hazel
eyes.
If you think my dearest mother.
thai | am going to starve 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 not in such public posi-
tion And typewrlters are always SO
so talked about.
In 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 d stant city her father
altogether ceased his fuming and
was considering the advantages
of his daughters assistance. OF late
years the struggle had been a hard
one for him. His wife had always
been society woman, and extrav-
agant, INDUCED sons and fashionable
daughters whose marriages had each
cost him small fortune had SO re-
duced the estate made in his prime
that now in his old age bankruptcy
constantly stared him in the face.
| regret daughter, he said, as the
tram whistled 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 l fully appreciate
your efforts in assisting me. The
burden is growing heavier every
year, and he sighed.
Some body has to do something,
returned the daughter, sententiously.
And know you are fully capable
of taking care of yourself. God bless
you, my girl.
And the careworn father was
prouder of his typewriter girl than
of his wealthiest and most beautiful
daughter.
But once on the car and steaming
Chicago-ward, Caroline was not
quite SO brave, and despite her tall
dignihed self, one or two tears rolled
down her aristocrauc nose AID dehed
the superior little curl of ner short,
upper lip.
What il John Vandergast-ihey
had been such good friends before
he left for Europe, and although
Caroline had not given her promise
for she was not sure enough of her
sell she had consented to speak with
him again upon the subject when lie
would return.
Now She was sure of hereself-
but John7
1t is one more test ! she said
sternly to herself as she brushed
away the impertinent tears, and a
good one too. | am SO glad | dehed
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 senti-
ment. She passed the ordeal OF
critical examination by the other
typewriters in the office with supre-
me indifference and so impressed
her employers with her dignity that
they were 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
partner, actually scares me She's
too pretty to be such a prude.
Yes, drawled the senior, and
that afternoon the venerable gentle
man asked her how she spent her
evenings
Sir 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.
All, yes! Caroline drew long
expressive breath and a close OBJ
server would haye said that hel
nostrils dilated something like those
. of A high strung horse. SUNDAY
evening attended services at St
James; Monday evening | devoted