The record-union., 1894-11-16
BOBBY GAYLARK'S TYPEWRITER.
She Creates a Sensation Among the
Women.
When Her Secret Was Discovered
They All Exclaimed, ST
Told You So 20

cerned as a pretty woman can look when
she is conscious of the fact that dozens of
masculine eyes are turned admiringly
upon her. upstairs in the parlor the
women are discussing her.
81 hate her." said Mrs. De We're, with
such surprising energy that all the other
women simply gasped, for Mrs. De We're
was the most indolent woman alive.
Finally they found their tongues, which
isn't difficult thing for a woman to find.
no matter what the provocation is under
when she loses it, and then several
feminine voices echoed: Hate her,
why?"
Mrs. De We're looked with unutterable
disdain on her seven benighted sisters.
She was a stout woman with an express
sive lace upon which she had the knack
OF depicting all her feelings.
1T seems to me the reason is plain
enough she finally vouchsafed to re-
ply. "She is entirely too pretty" Here
each of the seven omen looked at each
other, then bright light dawned on the
gray matter of each feminine brain, and
they all said, "Oh ~ but it was sufficient
The varying expressions upon each lace
spoke volumes.
YES" continued Mrs. de We're; she
had ex ploded her bomb and now sat by
to watch its effect THAT girl Is too
pretty for her position-mark my words,
trouble is surely coming" Alter this re-
mark there was another and longer pause
broken finally by the bride; she hadn't
been married quite a month yet. My
Fred shan't stay in the office evenings
while that creature is there; so, now ~
That's right!' snapped tall, angular
woman in the corner, noddlng her nead
approvlngly. Teach the men their
places in the beginning and they won't
be apt to forget them in the end. Phi see
to it that my Henry doesn't have any
thing to do with her." Here the tall
woman subsidized after shutting her mouth
with vicious snap.
''Oh, dear, is she so very pretty?" came
an appealing voice from the center OF the
room. Every one looked in her direc-
ton. and saw that the voice came from
small woman with tiuttering, uncertain
way about her, which seemed uncon-
sciously to appeal to everyone for help,
and not blame her for anything she
MIGHT saw or do she was so very help
less. She wasn't pretty, but compro-
missed matters by being very stylish IN
stead. As she spoke she spread out her
small. bejeWeled hands, and rehecuvely
contemplated the numerous rings with
which they were adorned. lis she SO
very pretty?" she asked again. Per
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think we might give her chance, don't
your" This last with wave OF her be-
jeweled hands which took in the entire
seven women, and unconsciously APP
pealed to their generosity, and wound up
by saying that she didn't believe any OF
their men could fiirt with her,"
FLIRTING! Who is talking about hirt-
ing ?" snapped the tall woman.
"Why. nobody" came from the little
woman weakly, ''but you all said she
was so pretty and trouble would come of
il: and oh, dear, why can't we let her
alone" and the small woman looked I'M
utterly helpless and miserable.
THAT is just what we want to do; we
want her to let US alone, too; the peace of
our families demand it,"
Here the other six women nodded their
heads in approval, and then and there
constituted themselves into a committee
of SIX to devise ways and means whereby
the would-be destroyer of domestic happi-
ness should be summarily elected. The
greatest fault they had to find with her
outside of her prettineSS was that no one
knew anything about her, and worse
than that, no one could find out anything
about her. She had come like a thief in
The night so the women said, and taken
her place in the corner of the Office where
she sat all day and far into the night with
her machine before her. She didn't even
have the good taste to blush when man
gazed admiringly upon her, and then,
too, all the men were simply raving
about her to their female relatives, hence
the Indignation meeting in the parlor.
And while the women talked and planned
themen suddenly bethoug ht themselves of
neglected typewriting which should have
received attention during the day, and
which had been neglected for some unac-
countable reason, and which was of such
svast importance that it must be done at
once.
Thus it came about that the pretty
TYPEWRITER had all she could attend to.
1t was quite refreshing sight to see a
long row of men. their work in their
hands, awaiting their turn, and it was
stranger still that none OF the work was
ever left, but was dictated upon the spot.
Hello, Blank some staid old fellow
would say. You here? Well, just wait
moment. l will be through in a miu-
ute." And then he'd wink openly.
Whether the typewriter saw any OF
these proceedings; whether she ever no.
ticed the superabundance of work that
she received almost daily; whether she
ever maryeled at it, or, like the general
ity of pretty women, took it as her due,
Will never be known. Certain it Is, how
ever, that she never let her patrons know
her thoughts.
Bobby Gaylark seemed to be the favor
tie with the typewriter, for she smiled
upon him most frequently, and it was
also noticed that whenever Bobby had
any work the rest OF the boys didn't
have the ghost of a show. Everyone
called him Bobby, it seemed almost like
a PROCLAMATION to address him as Robert -
bobby" was what one might call thor
oughly good young man. He limited
himself with three cigars day, never
drank anything stronger than soda water
and apollonaris, never was heard to swear.
even at a refractory collar button, took
up the collection in the church and sang
in the choir.
When the typewriter came the tenor OF
Bobby's even way was broken. He gave
up his three cigars day and bought the
typewriter flowers Instead, which he pre-
scented with his very best bow and a po-
lite little speech. He even gave up his
soda water and apollonaris so that he
could buy her gum. Bobby didn't care
much himself for women who chew gum,
it wasn't exactly consistent with his ideas
with what refined women ought to do.
but somehow the typewriter was differ
ept. and so strong a hold had she on
Bobby's susceptible little heart that had
she placed a corncob pipe between her
ROSY lips Bobby would have loved her
just the same.
And so time passed on, bringing with it
but few changes. The pretty typewriter
still had her little circle OF admiring de-
voices, for as soon as the men found that
she was being snubbed by the women
folks. the chiva1rous part of their nature
was appealed to, and they established
themselves as her especial champions,
and Bobby would have liked it if his sis
ter would take her up. he thought that
if some woman of prominence would
lake the lead the rest would follow. but
Miss Gaylark refused TO have anything
whatever to do with her. not because she
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