The Van Buren press., 1895-05-11
NELLIE'S BLUE EYE.
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nOVoft DIZZY tVns muliUuhhrcs b6t IN
M private ofiice for the moment alone.
The morning had been busy one, and
hi visitors Of . particularly trying
kind; and now they were gone he
bgssthed sigh Of relief, sigh that
sounded exactly like that Of any ordi-
nary Individual.
Harry Temple, clerk and private SEQ
retary. ut IN the outer Office, wearily
opening the pile of letters the postman
hid just left on his desk. He had
atrted them in piles-the business let
ttrs In one pile, circulars, ETC., In
second, private letters In the third,
while the fourth held what he termed
~ s'crank letters.r
The business letters were opened
ArsA and mors work given the young
typewriter, who at gazing out Of the
window. Those requiring Mr.. Bray
tons personal attention were merely
glanced through, In order to ascertain
their nature.
Finally, he reached the crank pile.
Il was larger than usual, but Of the
same nature. There were numerous
demands for endowments for old
ladies' homes, unhesrd Of misaions and
nomberIeas odd societies, and the usual
nuRber q requests for situations, ad-
vioc, ctc.
One smbitious young man wanted to
borrow twenty-five dollars, that he
might bc married ct once, and show
the city swell whom he had cut out
bow thin8s were done In Jersey.
A young girl far out In the country
wanted hts old neckties II they weren't
to soiled. She was making crazy
quilt for the fall cattle show. Already
she had bits Of silk from several noted
persons; wouldn't he please oblige her?
Another wanted any old gloves his
saalghtsr might b ready to lay aside.
She wouldn't mind II they were little
large; they wore better il they were.
Il WAS the old story over again, and
ops after another they were thrown
into the yawning waste basket
The last envelope bore . child's hand
writing. The address had begun bold
" and with care; but II was too long,
and the last name was crowded, and
the letters ran uphill.
Half curiously young Temple tore 1t
open. Children were not common as
correspondents, and Mr.. Brayton had
: warm spot In his heart for children.
~ pa1ae was highly scentsd BY j
mt&onro of cheap cologne and soap; In
th4NpPer left-hand corner was an en-
bd6ed landscape Of the most impos-
sitle color and perspective. thread:
3isase NJ. Hrsyton. WON'T you help me buy
Nd Ebwl6f new eyei Maybe you don't.
ku&q Who 30 II. we'll she 10 ; girl Who got
hui whom no men blastsd the road shs WAS
Of ~ Mt her IN the eyt and then shs couidn't
ss(&hnA tho dpctoF hc s414it ~pst cone out,
an4 "a ~ eutN out ard how she hAsn't got
bu1 ~ ~ I'd u looks had, 0hc usod 70 bo
xo1l rgetty 6nd ~ called hor cursay Lock
'oa111 her hair H. curlcys but Il Wskss row
tir4 v eick p1eu yOu - tAas grate hole In
Aer4es. - sshs keeps reg tied over II
mQelys - 49, cries great deal. cause she
lot0 - 1ome1y, And the dr. He sAys she ought
% kete Giass sys. but they don't make them
hst& o1t ehe's too POOR any way cause her
faohe<s dead. sad her mothers stpk I've
ktn4 o nn1epted her and want 70 get her N
eyeevful Say, Won't you help me You can
n01Irro M = E.s
"soHxrm LIN Esq
- R--Atn't shis paper pretty. bought Il
= ~ Rpet once and Il cost nve cents."
Harry Temple leaned back in his
chair hnd gave I low whistle. The
yptWfiter looked up from her pile Of
lette1s and smiled; but Harry was busy
rerpGding the letter.
Just before the noon hour, when Mr..
Brayton returned to his ONCE, he was
given HIS NAH. and IS he proceeded to
open Il, he noticed that young Temple
linGered.
"What is it?" he asked
1Horo is . letter." hesitatingly re-
plisd the young man, which don't
know whether you wish to wee or not"
and he turned il over in his hand.
'One Of your famous crank letters?'-
queried Mr. Brayton. better let me
seeit, u It's = good one;" and he smiled
Is he held out his hand for it.
Young Temple went out from the
office and shut the door and stood gaz-
Ing down into the tumultuous street.
sPoor little cuks," he said to himself;