The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1894-04-26

BAFFLED By A PRETTY TYPEWRITER.
I'm n spirit Of Deviisry q Young MA N
Dictates n Marriage Proposal
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60 shc Amanuensis.
A grave, dignified young man walked
over 10 the typewriter girl in the big hotel
and said to her:
II should like to dictate short letter,
please. How much will 1t be?"
The typewriter girl took in all that was
visible Of the young man with her fine
eyes, and then she replied:
Twenty-Five cents"
The young mans elbows were resting
on the little bar In front OF the typewriter
girls small Office, and II there was look
OF respectful admiration in his eyes as he
gazed at her, he was hardly to be blamed
for that, for she was very beautiful, OBJ
serves the Philadelphia Press reporter.
"As this letter" he said, "ls very I'M
portant, and as 1t is also OF confident al
character, do not care to dictate 1t from
outside here, because any one could come
along and hear all that was saying"
The beautiful girl smiled, and she in.
vited the young man to come into her
office. pulling up chair beside her own
for him, and then gathered her skirts GU,
Of his way with graceful air.
She was cool, self possessed and bust.
Fness.like, and 30 was the young man.
He, cycling her gravely and intently, be.
gan to dictate:
my Dear Miss Thompson-I beg that
you will not think me precipitate in what
| am about to say. II is true that have
known you for only five months, but, in
deed, a much brefer period than that is
required for such charms as yours to make
an indellible impression upon ="
The young mans voice faltered. The
typewriter girl had stopped taking notes,
and she was looking at him in strange,
frightened way, as II Re were lunatic.
81 beg your pardon" he said, in his
grave quiet manner, lis anything the
matter?"
The girl blushed and shook her head
turning to her note book again confused
". He went on;
Gan indellible impression upon the
masculine heart, You are my beau ideal
Of what woman should be. and love-
The typewriter girl looked at the young
man angerly. She believed Low that he
was playing some trick debating to her
such letter as this, but he did not turn a
hair under her glare; he only raised his
brows little in surprised way; and so
she could not be sure how to take him.
and she lowered her eyes again with a
sneer.
"-and | love you," he continued, in
his slow, even voice. 81 love you passion
ately, devotedly, madiy. Tell me, is my
love reciprocated, or is it hopeless? 1t is
true cannot give you wealth, but com.
fort, even modest degree OF luxury, can
give you, and heart filled with love be.
sides. I await your reply. Address II to
No. SO Beacon street, Boston. I'll sign ii
myself"
The young man gave utterance to the
last two sentences In exactly the same
prosaic tone that he had used in debating
his letter, although it was evident that he
did not mean the letter to include them
Then he sat and watched the girl rafting
the letter OFF, and when it was done he
asked her to read it to him. She read il
as coolIv as he had dictated it. Then he
took it from her, paid her, and went
away. She would not look at him once
the whole time. Her face was like O
stone mask to him; he could read moth
ing init.
He walked over TO the billiard room oil
the hotel. Another young man was wait.
ing for him there.
"Well, did it," he said to this young
man. II did it Just to see how young
girl would take any such ridiculous thing
as that And she didn't do thing or say
thing that was interesting. The game
was not worth the candle. thought
would have an exciting experience, and
instead, ii was as dull as prayer meet.
ing. Pm disguised with it; simply dis
gusted."