The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-05-18
HIS TYPEWRITER.

Ingals home to tea, and as they partook
OF the delicacles his hostess had prepared
tho guest thought, us he had SO often
thought before, what an exceedingly lucky
chap Dick Walker was.
They had been schoolboys together, and
now in the prime of manhood enjoyed
quiet chat and friendly smoke quite as
much as they had enjoyed the more active
pleasures of their younger days.
Tom Ingals thought If anything would
induce him TO change his position of well
to do bachelor to that of benedict it would
be u woman of Mrs. Walkers style. Mar
riage had not been failure In this case
certainly, and he saw in his minds eyo
another home-something like this, only
the king and queen of the realm were Tom
Ingals and the wife ho had yet to discover.
Dick Walker had no idea of the hazy
air castle his friend was building. His
courtship was over, his home established,
his wife secure. So his thoughts turned
to business and tho probable success of his
plan
"Have you seen my typewriter, Tom9"
he asked. 'Shes dnisy''
His typewriterl Mrs Walker was not
woman who showed her emotions easily,
but she wondered that the two men at her
] table did not hear her heart beat as tho
4 lull meaning VI nbT uuSDttilu TtHlAfk
broke upon her. A typewriter And he
had never mentioned to her his intention
of getting one; she-his wife-the proper
one to whom he should tell his affairs and
with whom his plans should be discussed
"No," said Tom; ''I've not been In tho
Office lately" .-....
well, stop aroundl'' responded Mr.
Walker cordially. you'll find me busy,
but I'm rather proud of my typewriter,
and think you'll agree I've made wise
selection. Been to SEQ Rutledge latelys"
Their conversation flowed in another
channel, and though Mrs. Walker lives to
be 90 she Will never forget the wretched-
ness of that evening Why had Dick given
her no hint of this new venture2 He had
often told her in their courting days that
she was unreasonably jealous. Was he
still afraid Of that unhappy falling crop
ping up to make trouble between thcm2
Yesterdny-nay, today-she would havo
staked her life unhesitatlngly upon her
husbands loyalty and devotion, but now
"a hard cynical light shone in the brown
eyes, little suspicious line settled about
her mouth that augurcd i'll for Dick Wal
ker's typewriter.
If he had placed prettygirl in his office
without hint to her, who could tell how
long it would take for him to begin paying
this ''Daisy"-how she hated herl-thc at
tcntion other men had given their office
girls2 All the stories she had heard her
husband relate, all the scnr1., scn1..,, IN, mad
rea. D. ~ ~ vav uvvspnpors, eaDe to mind, and
sh. datat.:, ,i5af haf husband new acquis
tion should have something to contend
with before Dick Walker would follow in
the footsteps of those whom she had do
spised for their weakness
An angry blush suffused her cheeks, and
IL was with great difficulty she carried out
the part of agreeable hostess she had here
tofore found so easy.
Aa ri had addressed the conversation
to Tom parf,cn,....iv. she felt he did not
care to have her opinion. She would not
ask him all these queries she wan s,rtur-
ing herself with. No, indeed. If he didn't
wish to introduce the subject she certain
ly would not, but she was going to SEQ that
typewriter as well as Tom Ingals. She
had right to go to her husbands office,
and she should not wait for special invi-
tatiOn.
Long after Dick Walker had slumbered
peacefully his wife in uneasy wakefulness
turned over and over in her mind many
chance expressions of her husbands sho
had thought she understood at the time,
b'tb INV bSAltNNa llNll lIlNulllnBy
and this wns undoubtedly the reason, too,
of his desiring to reach the office earlier
than usual and returning home later at
night.
Others complained of "hard times" and
lnck of business, but Dick had made plea
of extra work to account for his unusual
attention, and she had rcjoiced over 1t and
felt proud of his success.
What fool she had been! Doubtless the
typewriter was some chit of girl, whose
youth and freedom from care would make
her pleasant companion, but the thought
of this girls association constantly with
Dick, knowing more of his work, his plans
than she could-ah 1t was hard to bear.
Had he told her that business demanded
this extra help, she felt it would have been
different, but for him to employ the girl
and then let her know it In such an un-
usual way aroused all her suspicious. Tho
next day at Mr.. Walkers usual lunch
hour his wife entered his office with the
evident intention of accompanying him to
lunch, but his bookkeeper only greeted her
with the pleased look her coming brought
always to tho faces of her husbands em-
ployees, for Mrs. Walker was n prime IA
vorite among them.
Gone, did you saypn asked Mrs. Wal
kcr in a disappointed tone, searching in
vain for sign of tho typewriter Dick had
called "a daisy
Yes ma am, - said the bookkeeper; "hc
went out with the typewriter 20 minutes
ago"
Mrs. Walker gnsped for breath Was it
so bad as this them Already taking her
to lunch, or why should he have left the
Office 20 minutes earlys No ono knew bet
ter than his wife how very methodical Dick
Walker was about his meals. Regularity
in dining he considered of more impor-
tance than all the tonics and invigorators
In existence. But pretty girl could
doubtless cause him to forget his wisdom.
1t had been tho ruin of many another's 7
life, and steady, reliable men they had
been considered too.
The bookkeepor wondered at the sudden
color that famed in Mrs. Walkers face
and the rather curt tone in which she ad-
visod him to say nothing of her call to his
employer 'I will tell my husband in due
time, she added, rather mysteriousiy the
clerk thought.
With her brain on fire Mrs. Walker re-
traced her steps. She had no desire for
luncheon now. Food would have chokod
her. How was she to save her husband
and win his love back to its allegiancc9
She had little really to complain of. Dick
had mover been dcmonstratiye man-she
had not expected him to act the lover al
ways-but she fancied he had been even
shade more quiet of late, and while she
had credited it to his study of plans for
his work she now felt convinced his mind
had been dwelling upon this interloper
.'How could Dick have so forgotten him.
self as to take her to lunchS" thought Mrs.
Walker wrathfully. If sho had known
Just whero to have looked for them, she
would have faced them at once, and Dick
at least would have had decency enough
to own his error but she had not thought
to ask the clerk any questions and it was
too late to return.
She had no plan of action; her brain
whirled, and she wondered If all deceived
wives felt as she did No wonder women