The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893-01-22
THE NEXT MORNING.
A Leaf From the Experience OF wash
ing City Business Man.

Washington City Star
"And what did you say?" inquired the
slim girl, eagerly.
81 told him that I weuid never toler ate
it again." answered the stout girl determ-
inedly.
at is just like my case" sighed the
slim girl. sadly. Men think we are de-
void of feeling. Yesterday morning he
came down to the Office two hours late.
When l am two minutes late he makes as
much fuss as if he had swallowed his
toothpick.
But, OIL what hilarious. joyous jag
ne must have had the night before. Never
theless his attire looked as if he had just
stepped out of a handbook"
Men always try TO brace up the morn
ing after, my brother Jack says" inter-
rupted the stout girl, with a well-posted
air
But his eyes-two great round burnt
holes in an army blanket. 1 heard him
tell jim that his tongue had coating on
1t thick enough to plant potatoes and rich
enough to grow gooseberries. There were
thirty-nine letters to be answered. too,
dear. One was in a square, periumed en-
velope, which he hastily iammed in his
inside pocket--his wife couldn't have
she might" said the stout girl redec-
lively. "They say wives sometimes write
their husbands notes to remind them OF
daily commissions"
And then his hands trembed dread
fully. | heard HIM tel Jim that he was
twenty freight trains were going over it at
full speed. He was terribly mudded. too"
WAS he really muddied?" inquired the
stout girl. interestedly.
"Awfully! He could scarcely intelli-
gently answer the correspondence, and
when the business of the day piled up on
his desk he couldn't handle it a. ail-he
was IN n terrible stew. | heard him tell
jim that his head felt as big as the
cable power house tly-wheel, and was
gong around forty times as fast. He
leaned his forehead constantly on his hand,
and heard him tell jim that II was as hot
as the blasts of the hottest and biggest
furnace in-well, you know what he SAID
and was throbbIng ike the tripie-eypan-
sion engines of q twin-screw Atlantic liner
in a race"
Poor fellow!" was the sympathetic re-
ioinder of the stout girl.
.Oh, he doesn't deserve any sympathy"
said the slim girl, sharply. II offered him
my sympathy--aii the good II did. ven
tured in my sweetest tones:
Are you feeling very unwell, Mr.. Pre-
mium?'
What do you think the brute said?''
"What?" said the stout girl, expectantiy.
miss Poundthekeys. just suppose you
mind your business. Will your | couldn't
think of repeating the dreadtully wicked
adjective he used"
The wretch"
~ afterwards heard him tell Jim that
the Eng sh language was inadequate To
express tenth part of his emotion. so |
partially forgave him. When , O'Clock
came he closed his desk with bang. with
q lot OF unfinished business on it. | heard
him tell Jim that while insurance was all
right generally he didn't give green,
goggled-eved. Chinese dragon-joss confla-
grafton If the capital burned dOwn-he
was going home TO bed. Then he gave me
enough copying and work 10 keep me busy
for fortnight saying that he expected IL
at O'Clock this morning"
What did you say, dear?"
Il lust told him if | was his typewriter
| wasn't his save and that | would dis
charge him on the spot"
Heavens. YOU didn't tell him that 10
his lace, did you2' cried the stout girl APP
pTeH"u>.vc.v.
No" admitted the slim girl, hesitat-
ingiy. hut sa,d it Just as soon IS he got
out of hearing"