Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1895-10-10

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rather. why should he have noticed
them now at the eleventh hour. This
sudden consciousness was most incon-
venient.
Miss Ramsay. SIR suddenly said his
housekeeper from the doorway.
Raymond turned in his chair, none too
pleased at tho interruption.
THANK you,' he said, and stared
stared at bis visitor, wondering for the
moment what her business with him
could Le. Mechanically he placed a
chair for her.
u haye come about some typewriting'
said she hesitatingly.
Raymond started. He remembered
now.
This, however, was not the kind Of
typewriter with whom he usually dealt.
Two women who had done work for
him were angular and hard.featured,
abrupt in manner and as care-worn as
they could be. Miss Ramsay was q
mere girl, we'll dressed, slight of figure,
and prepossesslug Of face. Her com.
plexion was good, her small mouth
prettily formed, her eyes large and
lustrous, her hair a pretty brown color.
Raymond found himself noting all these
points about his new typewriter.
Suddenly he awoke to the fact that
she was waiting for him to speak.
Yes, require a volume Of short
stories typewriter. Unfortunately, he
added, recalling his thoughts Of few
minutes ago, they are not quite ready
More than one will want doctoriDg, if
not rewriting.
y might take them one by one,' she
suggested. THAT would save time. If
you haye one ready-
Yves, that would be our best plan,'
interrupted Raymond.
And shall l do the work here or at
home! she asked.
Which would be the most convenient
for your
If you will show me your writing,
can tell you. If it is difficult had best
come here; if easy
ut is rather difficult returned Ray.
mond. perhaps you had best come
and do the work here,' he added with
quite unconscious eagerness. The
mornings would suit me best
Very we'll; I will be here tomorrow.
Good morning.
Raymond Rose tried to settle down to
work again. But he failed-miserablv.
Why?
Absurd y muttered he. 'The fact is,
want little change-change Of air.
change OF scenery, change of people
change Of life.' The last was quite an
atterthought.
The next morning Miss G. Ramsay
arrived-typewriter and all. Raymond
gave her the story. She read it through
and prepared to set to work.
What do you think Of it? asked
Raymond.
She laughed-yery pleasantly.
AT any rate, it is not sex-manical,'
she said.
NO. replied he. v am glad it is
not'-and began his own work.
He thought that she did her type
writing very we'll. When the story was
flushed be took the liberty Of telling
her that the work was more than salts
factory.
She only replied that she was pleased
to hear him say so. After her departure
he found himself wondering whether
the G before her surname stood for
Grace or Georgiaa.
In thedaYs which followed he learned
a good deal of her history. She had
come to London with her brother, who
was a clerk in brokers' Office and re-
ceived an annual stipend Of eighty
pounds. On this,a and on what she could
earn, they were dependent for their liv.
ing, for the parents had died, leaving
them penni,ess. 1t was . common
enough tale, yet Raymond Rose con-
sidered it remarkably interesting.
He always asked herwhat she thought
about story.
u think that your stories improve
she said. YOU seem to probe human
nature more than you did, and your
sentiment is not 80 artificial
THAT is due to your influence he re.
Piled, gallantly and sincerely.
The dark, lustrous eyes looked up at
him, and her face assumed half fright.
ened expression Perhaps she caught
the true inwardness of his words. At
any rate, that glance threw RAYMOND
Rose into ecstacy. No longer did he