Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1894-07-12
ONE TYPEWRITER GIRL.

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There was weeping and Wailing and
crashing OF teeth III the st. Clair
household.
Caroline, the youngest daughter, had
decided to carve her own fortunes,
as those of the family were getting in
d most entangled condition, and "un-
beknoWst'' to her worthy relatives had
sought and secured a position as type
writer in one of the big, wicked Chi
Cages Well-knOWn business houses.
Its a disgrace to the familyr'
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!''
If you think, my dearest mother,
that L am going to starye here in this
remote quarter of the woods, even in
the most genteel style, just for look
from Mr.. Nandergast, you are vastly
mistaken"
There are other emplOyments for
4 Wonan-such Il public position! And
typeWriters are always $3.50 talked
about"
But no one will ever talk about
me-" ,.... .,.
BefCle it was time for Caroline to
leave for the distant city l,er father
mad altogether ceased his Tuning, 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 a society
woman, and extravaganza, INDUCED
sons and fashionable daughters, whose
marriages had each cost him a small
fortune, had so reduced the estate
made in his prime that now, in his old
age, bankruptcy stared him in the
face.
And the careWOrn father was proud
er of his typewriter girl than of his
Wealthiest and most beautiful daugh-
ter.
But once on the car and steaming
ChicagoWard, Caroline was not quite
so brave, and despite her tall, digni-
tied self, one or two tears rolled down
her aristOcratic nose and defied the
superior little curl of her short upper
lip.
What of John Vandergast-they had
been such friends before he left for
Europe, and although Caroline had not
given her promise, for she was not
sure enough Of herself, she had con-
sented to speak with him again upon
the sub. ect when he would return
Now she was sure Of herself-but
John?
1T is one more test!' she said stern
ly to herself as she brushed away the
impertinent tears, land a good one,
too. [ am so glad [ defied mamma
and took the business course at col
lege."
As a typewriter she was invaluable
rapid, correct, distinct, her every sheet
perfection itself.
THAT girl declared the. junior part
ner, actually scares me. She's too
pretty W De SUCH pEuue.
''Ye-es," drawIed the senior. and that
afternoon the venerable gentleman
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, yesy' Caroline drew a long, ex-
pressive breath, and a close observer
would have said that her nostrils di-
lated something Like those Of a high
strung horse. Sunday evening l at
tend service at st. James; Monday
evening l devoted to litera ture-Emer-
son, Carlisle and Renan being favor
tie authors; Tuesday evening l attend
ed the musicales, and Wednesday eve
ming [ attend prayers; Thursday eve
ming l again devote to reading; Fri
day evening 1 generally attend the
opera or concert, and Saturday eve
ming l give to preparations for the
Sabbath"
Caroline was flushed and wrathful.
The old sinner" she WAS tuning to
shorthand, '-as though he thought 1
could not understands
But Caroline did not wish to lose
her position, for it was an unusually
well-paying one, and it began to be an
effort to her to repel the insinua tons
of the senior partner without offend
ing her.
One morning the Junior partner came
in, very much furried.
"Vandergast is in town." he said
And despite herself Caroline redeemed,
and then grew pale.
Hey? You don't say! Well, that's
deucedly inconyenient just now"
He will be looking into accounts,