Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1896-11-08

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 Marjorie, you're a good little girl" said the colonel, warmly, bringing his lecture to close. His bright, willful niece was a great favorite with the childless man.
 q forgive you for your temper" she said, generously. 'Now let's be amia- ble. Did you know I had joined banjo club?"
 q didn't even know you had a banio'
 ''Well, haven't, but Josie Merton lent me riel1ety one of her brother's, and I've learned to play on that. Papa won't buy me one because he wants me to have a guitar. Better let me be your errand-boy, and earn banjo.e
 'A pretty errand-boy you would make"
 Marjorie turned to the window with small, disconsolate sigh. Isn't it aw- ful to have such a reputation before you are grown up?" she plaintively ad- dressed the landscape.
 Wait, if you really want to earn the banjo 1 will give you chance. dis charged my typewriter last week and the work has been piling up. You can copy some lists and catalogues for me, if you choose. My machine is like your fathers, and you use that enough to be in practice"
 sHow jolly! You're Q dear. I can come in here every afternoon after school, and all day Wednesdays and Sat- urdays."
 .'Very we'll" Her smiling companion rose as the train, drew into Morland. But, remember, I shall be strictly businesslike in my dealings with you, miss''
 Business, business, laughed the girl, light-heartedly, as she stood on the ground. q am crammed full of busi- ness to-day"
 q hope so."
 "I know so.''
 eYou left your bag, miss, and your umbrella" said brakeman, jumping down from the ear with those articles. The color flew to Marjorie's cheeks as she murmured confused thanks With out look at her uncle's mischievous face she walked off, erect and brisk
 The colonel laughed, sighed and turned off toward his own street.
 Prompt as a bell to the stroke of the hour Marjorie was on hand at the of flee of J. s. Redwood. She was un- swerving in her devotion to the type writer until the moment set for her re- lease. Her quick intelligence, her neat ness and dispatch made the new assist mt valuable to the colonel, and he en- trusted some important correspondence into her hands. Harmony reigned throughout the first week and Marjorie felt secure in her uncle's approval.
 On the following Tuesday the new typewriter was ten minutes late. She came into the office with Hurried, dep reeating air, which faded into relief as she saw that Col. Lockwood was ab- sent. She fell hastily to work and re- mained ten minutes overtime. The col onel was on hand promptly the next morning, but so was Marjorie. Work proceeded brisldy, as there was a weighty batch of western letters to get off that night. Unluclily Marjorie had decided to lunch in town with her bosom l ward
 "Just think" she said, joyously, as they shared "one order for two" of soup and salad, sin less than a fortnight now 1 shall have my banjo"
 "In time for our concert, do you think? That's only nine days away"
 Oh, Uncle Jack will let me have it day earlier if I explain to him. re- tuned Marjorie, with a confident four ish of the salad fork.
 And must you work right up to the very day of the eoncert?" queried Che bosom friend, admiringly.
 "To the very night. He might have given me the banjo if had asked him, but he wouldn't let me have it now for anything unless I earned it."
 ''Wen, be sure to have him get it just like mine, New Duchess, with pat ent pegs and the fifth, seventh and 18th fnets inlaid, not the eighth and 18th like Jessie's."
 Various little trifes combined to de- tain the girls in the shopping district. When the woman of business finally sped toward the great building that held her uncle's office, she was scandalized | to find herself half an hour late. The colonel was secretly amused at her look of burning shame as she crossed the room, but he was firm in his resolve to deal out business discipline.
 "Please get to work on those western letters as soon as possible, Marjorie. 1t is of great importance to me" here a slight emphasis, that they should leave in this evenings mail" He busted himself with some catalogues and would not meet her pleading eyes.
 Her excuses were forestalled and there was nothing to do but to fall upon the letters with furious energy. Alas! at half past five there were still two long lists to be copied, and her enl- ployer was snapping down his desk lid as usual.
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