Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-02-17
ROMANCE IN HER MSS.

Mr.. BArrOului euliOT duu PtOpliSHo
OF Smart Quilts, stood by the fire in his
private Office biting his lips; his foot
impatienty tapped the fender and his
brow was knitted.
Here it was within six weeks OF
Christmas and the "Christmas number"
was not yet out. Such thing had
never happened to Smart Quilts before.
1t was all due to carelessness OF one
mantle man who always wrote the
comic story for the extra number. he
had had the stupidity TO get an attack
OF pneumonia before writing the comic
story.
young lady, SIR" said his clerk,
want to see you. Said you were busy
she said she wouldn't keep you mo-
ment."
''Show her up" with quiet resigna-
ton.
The girl-she was nothing more
raised her eyes in shy, frightened
way to mis-, and then dropped them.
Mr.. Barrould started. Where had he
seen eyes like those?
"Pve brought manuscript she BE-
gan, faltering.
Mr.. Barrould did not speak until her
ewes were lowered again, and then DE
said, grufly-more grul1ly than he in
tended-"It should have been sent in
the usual way. do net read all manu-
script that comes"
ION. | did not know. At least,
mother told me to post it, but thought
il would have more chance OF being
read this way. will take 1t away
again"
what is it-a story? Comic or senti-
III is not an ordinary love story; it is
not sentimental"
Give it to me. will have look at
it,"
The girls pale face flushed. ION,
thank you" she exclaimed.
The address is on it? l shall let you
have my decision in few days." was
all Mr.. Barrculd said.
"Mr overwhelmingly.
Yes"
~ suppose mean that is TO say
are you-do you want a.ady type
writer?'
Mr.. Barrould did not want type
writer girl; they had one down stairs;
they had not work For more. he said
so. and then asked if she were one.
81 have had lessons, and am now
anxious to get work. l know short
hand, TOO" then wistfully, 81 can type
quickly, Mr.. Barrould."
But the editor was silent and in an
other second she was out OF the room
and down two flights OF stone stairs.
The clerk was right. She was lady
without a doubt Evidently one who
had "come down in the world" but one
with gentlewoman stamped on every
feature, despite the rubbed jacket and
som ewhat shabby skirt.
Mr.. Barrould suddenly called down
the tnbe which communicated with the
room below.
"Huno! One of you 90 after the lady
who was here just now, and ask II she'd
mind speaking TO me for another second
Also order another typewriter"
But even after he had engaged Miss
Mackay to come and "typewrote" three
times week he did not feel content
Two eyes would keep coming between
him and his WORK. 1t was useless 10
attempt anything.
II was long since he had seen eyes
like these, but twenty-five years ago
lust such another pair, with the same
unfathomable gray depths, had looked
into his, only those had been raised In
all the sweet trustfulneSs Of love, while
these to-day had been Shy and brighten
ed
There was blot on the past of Mr.
Barrould's life. blot Of wrong done
to a woman and q girish heart broken
by his hand.
once, long, long ago, there was
girl who had loved him better than ali
the world besides. Then woman came
between them, and Mr.. BGrroud threw
aside the true gold for the glitter.
When he discovered his mistake II was
too late.
lie came back with words to plead
forgiveness on his lips, but only TO hnd
his sweetheart goue-no one knew
whittier.
And now be had engaged atypewriter
girl-for whom ne had no work-to
come to the office just so that he might
look in her eyes and be reminded OF
girl he had loved and Tilted, ana whose
memory he would love until ne died.
II
miss Mackay, may ask II you have
written any stories save tnat "hlch /