The morning call., 1893-02-04
IN THE MORNING.
The Typewriters Unsympathetically
Discuss the Mans Symptoms.

ne iypeWTiterS OnSyHpatHel,Cdiiy
Discuss the Mans Symptoms.
Washington star.
And what did you say?" inquired the
slim girl eagerly.
II told him that | would never tolerate it
again." answered the stout girl deter
miuedly.
1T is just Ike my case" sighed the slim
girl sadly. ''AIen think we are devoid OF
feeling. Yesterday morning he came down
TO the Office two hours late. When | am
two minutes late he makes as much fuss :
if he had swallowed his toothpck.
Bat OIL what hilarious jag be must
have had the night before. Nevertheless
his attire looked as if he had just stepped
out of handbook"
Men always try to brace up the morn
ing after, my brother Jack says" inter
rupted the stout girl, with well-posted air.
But his eyes--twO great round burnt
holes in an army blanket. l heard him tell
Jim that his tongue had coating on 1t thick
enough TO plant potatoes and rich enough
to grow g0OseberreS. There were thirty
nine letters TO be answered, too, dear. One
was in square, perfumed envelope, which
he hastily damned in his inside pocket-his
wife couldn't have written Hun so early.
could she ?"
''She might" said the stout girl refec-
lively. They say wives sometimes write
their husbands notes to remind them OF
daily commissions"
And then his hands trembled dreadfully.
| heard him tell Jim that he was shaking
like a suspension bridge while twenty
freight trains were going over II at full
speed. He was terribly muddled. too.
WAS he really muddled?" inquired the
stout girl intarestedy.
lawfully! He could scarcely intelligently
answer the correspondence. and when the
business of the day piled up on his desk he
couldn't handle 1t all-he was In terrible
stew.
Il heard him tell Jim that his head felt as
big as the cable power house fywheel ana
was gong round forty times "a last lie
leaned his forehead constantly on his hand.
and heard him tell Jim that ii was as hot
IS the blasts of the hottest and biggest
furnace in-well you know what he said
and was thrObhing like the triple expansion
engines of twln-screw Atlantic liner in a
race"
Poor fellow" was the sympathetic re-
jonder OF the stout girl.
ION, he doesn't deserve any sympathy, ="
said the slim girl. sharply. 81 offered him
my sym paIhy-all the good il did. | ven
tured in my sweetest tones:
Are YOU feeling very unwell,
Premium
what do you think the brute said?'
"What?" said the stout girl expectantly
Miss POundthekeys, just suppose you
mind your own business, will you? /
couldn't think of repeating the dreadfully
wicked adjective he used.
The wretcnl"
al afterward heard him tell Jim that the
English language was inadequate to express
tenth part Of his emotion, sc | partially
forgave him. When 2 o'clock came he
closed his desk with bang with lot of
unfinished business on it.
Il heard him tell Jim that while insur-
anee was all right generally, he didn't give
a green, goggled-eyed, Chinese, dragon-joss
confagratlon IL 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 eX-
pected IL al 9 O'Clock this morning"
"What did you say. dearP"
81 just told him If | was his typewriter
wasn't his slave. and that | would discharge
him on the spot"
Heavens, you didn't tell him that to his
face, did youY cried the stout girl, appre-
heBsiyely.
No" admitted the slim girl, hesitatingly,
"bnt / said 1t just as soon as he got out Of
hearing. w ashingtou Star.