The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1893-05-25

pernne husband Tor any wOman-a No.
|! | know him. But he's bashful
Couldn't mako rp to woman 20 save
his neck--wouldn't bother to try. But
Le's ali right"
And Mr.. Hartman was wont 10 drift
oil into T. warm enumeration of lis
partners endless virtues.
But on this frosty February morn.
Ing Mr.. Buckley's admirable qualities
seemed TO bc under n cloud. as il were.
He marched into the Office and depos.
tied lis umbrella in the corner with n
bang.
His handsome face was sombre, his
bright and smiling eyes were frowning.
Mr.. Buckley was feeling cross. And
why? Be 1t recorded to his shame
that he had eaten too late and too
much at q ag-party the evening pre-.
vious, smoked too many cigars, and
wakened with IA headache and the
blues
He should have got 10 the Office
earlier that morning, since Hartman
vas 80. y away thst .... 80, 80, IN -icese
and the fact that it was attsr nine
o'clock made him grumpier still.
He whirled around in his swivel
chair and ierked dozen papers ont of
drawer in his desk, having thrown
the merest glance at the young lady
who was seated at the typewriter in an
opposite corner, busily working it.
He remembered that "A new type
writer was to begin her engagement
with them that morning, hut he re-
membe-ed it without IL quiver of in
terest.
The carrier Brought in the mornings
mail.
Late, aren't you?" said Mr.. Buck
ley, shortly.
And the man murmured apologet.
ically.
Turn of that heat" Mr.. Buckley
said to the Office boy, who, astonished
a; his employers unwonted crustiness
turned it of hurriedly.
Mr.. Buckley growled softly over the
first letter he opened.
Long * Beverley will be complain
Ing of something or other IN Paradise,
l suppose-ii they get there!" he nut
tered.
And he dashed Of reply TO the OF.
Tending firm, more blunt than his pru-
dence usually permitted him to make
his business letters. The chirography
was carelessly rough, however, and h,
took il over TO the typewriter.
kindly transfer this" he said
He did no: look at her. and he had
forgotten her existence, when her voice
"a pretty voice-sounded presently.
81 cannot make out this sentence,
Ihe said
"'Your complaint regarding our lest bill
sent you ~ December ~. strikes me as being
Ls il were
II don't see the sense OF it, T." said tn,
typewriter, pushing back a blond,
lock from q pair of lovely derks eyes
had Mr.. Buckley seen them.
"'Strikes me as being unreasonable
ns i, were," Mr.. Buckley corrected
Unreasonable isn't here, said the
typewriter,
Il wrote it," Mr.. Buckley re
sponded.
IL can insert it, though" " said tn
typewriter, in calm way, which mad'
Mr.. Buckley frown over his letters.
She was cool, certainly-almost i'm
pertinent.
Her machine ratified for space.
Didn't You mean twenty-five hun
dred pounds?" said the typewriter.
Didn't say sof" Mr. Buckley de
rsnded
"YOu said twenty-five thousand
snd there Is q word omitted here"
Mr.. Buckley dropped his pen with
sounding crack.
"Will you be SO good, Miss"
Miss Wingste," the typewrite
supplemented, low-yoiced.
$50 good ~ 10 complete the loite
, without troubling me further?" raj
. Mr.. Buckley, distinctly. ~ an nc
. accustomed 10 criticisms aud corrc'
tions from my typewriter. / lay Ou
{ your work and expect you 20 do il, sn
, 70 DO il. and " do it quietly. / don
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