The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1897-08-07

"'i'oei"eeu ul'oh IL LOT many Gays, anu
having tried to accomplish the desired
result by every means in his knowledge, he
had at last determined to do this
Therefore he stopped in the midst Of it.
II am very sorry, Miss Prince, " he began
quite abruptly, and as if he wanted to get
through with the disagreeable task in a
hurry, "but am afraid | shall have to
lose you as my typewriter.
She clutched suddenly at the sides of
the machine as if to support herself
"W-w-why," she stammered with quiv-
ering lips "why, Mr.. Blnker, what have
done that | should be discharged without
warning?"
But Pm giving you warming" he said,
half with hravado, half with apology.
"lou don't have to go right away"
81 don't want to 90 at all until am
going" she argued. This is all | have in
the world, and am entitled to know why
am untitled for his -
"Oh, is isn't your fault, exactly" he
went on evasively. There are such
things, you know, as misfortunes, which
can scarcely he classed as faults. In your
case. Miss Prince, yo1r misfortune is that
you are too pretty" and Mr.. Blinker
actually tucked his head to one side and
simpered at her.
She had been suspicious for long time,
as most women are when they have their
wits about them under circumstances SINH
lar to those surrouning Miss Prince and
MIR, Biinker. and she almost smiled through
the midst that was gathering in her eyes.
''Iou have always said. Mr. Binker,r
she pleaded, that you liked to see pretty
things in your Office
He coughed Dervously, uncasily. How
many things I've had said to her he did not
know. How many more he wanted to say
he did not know how, he was ever going
to finish.
II know that" he admitted, "but some
times, you know, my dear Miss Price
man cannot always have what he wants.
AS long as | was a bachelor, Miss Price
could do as pleased, hut am to be mar
ried, at least hope so, and you know a
mans wife sometimes differs with him on
what may seem to the world at large to be
quite trivial points"
Married!
At one blow all her castles were thrown
to the earth, with not so much as corner
standing to show that they had ever been
other than crumbing ruins.
True, he had never said ANYTHING
definitely to her, but there is so much
more in what is never said, and daily out
of the unspoken affinity which surely existed
between two congenial people the more
foolish woman had constructed such hopes
as women cherish to the end of time That
he had thought enough of her to warrant
these hopes, a thousand wordless witnesses
testified
Now thus in the very midst Of the work
that he had given to her to do for him. and
that she loved to do because it was for him.
the blow fell.
"Ies?" she responded to his statement
in the faint pathetic questioning that fills
n woman's voice when she is thus called
upon to face her hearts doom, and her
hearts doom, and her hands unconsciously
sought to go on with her work.
Eyes, Miss Prince he said, with no
sound but sympathy in his voice, "and l
am pretty sure my wife will not permit
yon to remain here as my typewriter l
may s,y, . an 70 .:'lpercu ,,gai',, "as II! ;,
pretty type writer
She never so much as saw the sinner,
and in that Mr.. Blinker should have
thanked his good fortune
II have thought the matter all over" he
continued, ''and leave it to you as fair
minded woman whe ther it is my duty to
gain wife and lose a type. writer, vice
versa ?'
By this time she had recovered from the
primary shock. She had even begun TO
wonder how he had ever mustered up suffi-
Gent courage to propose to the future Mrs.
Blinker. She even went further and made
up her mind that the lady was widow,
and had used the traditional wiles OF the
widow on the unsuspecting and bashhl
Mr.. Blinker.
by all means, Mr.. Blinker," she said
csldly, gain the wife The world is full
OF typewritels, but it is not every day that
a man can yet wife. At least such wife
as you deserve" and in spite OF herself
there was something soft in her tone that
she did not want to be there.
Mr.. Blinker roticed it, too, but he didn't
stop to comment upon it.
Good for you, Miss Prince" he
laughed. 81 knew you were a woman of
sense
She shrank as il she had been touched
with a hot iron.
"rhank you, Mr.. Bnnker," she said,
"now. il you please, we will 20 on with
on work"
1t had seemed as il lifetime had past