The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-01-02

The sleetiest days of winter never de-
tered her.
One day my usually well-ordered clerk
surprised me by laying her head upOh
my desk and bursting into tears. Now,
if there is anything 1 dislike it is a cry
ing woman Early in our association l
had warned Selena against this and she
had observed my wishes until now. I
was well aware from recollections or
former days that the way to deal with
crying woman is to put your arm
around her. Indeed, my tears, before L
became a business woman, were some
times produced with this objective point!
But l did not wish to put my arm around
Selena. It would produce the familiar
feeling of good cameraderie which women
never nave until they cry together. And
did not wish Selena to grow familiar.
When a woman cries you may be sure
Of one or two things. Either you have
transgressed or she wants something.
Selena wanted something. She wanted
my permission to get married. He was
such a dear felow--a brokers' clerk
with SIS a week sure pay-and such dear
fellow-and the promise of more"
My permission and assurances of great
good wishes for her future happiness
being given Selena again burst into a
flood of tears. This time l had trans
crossed. And it took a long time, between
learn the cause.
But it came at last A few days be-
fore l had, in an article dictated to Sc
lena enlarged upon a pet theory of mine
to the effect that the domestic machinery
of home will move along more smoothly
if the women members of the home circle
stay at home.
And ~Selena wanted to continue in my
employ-"until the house was furnished
i h rrg1r
ii would buy a picture, framed-another
week it would buy a rug-another week
an armchair"
OF course, l was glad that Selena would
remain. And for the next two days things
moved along with the smoothness that
goes with perfect adjustment of love and
business. From my window as l looked
down upon the thoroughfare below l could
see the figure Of the brokers' clerk wait
ing, while Selena labored And then at
5 l had the pleasure of seeing them meet
as she tripped with beaming face across
the street to snuggle up under his arm in
the early dusk.
on the third day looked up from my
desk Just in time to see Selena read letter
and hastily conceal it in the bosom of her
dress / looked al her and frowned.
do not wish my clerks to get in the habit
of reading their private letters at the Of
that each fifteen minutes of the day should
be held sacred TO ones employer, and no
body understood this better than Selena.
Selena blushed a little under my frown,
and the day wore on without further in
cident. except that l noticed that she,
who was usually anxious to prolong the
day to suit my convenience kept glanc-
ing at the clock. Each time / saw her
do this l frowned again, and each time
Selena bent her head and pegged away
harder than ever on the typewriter.
Usually my faithful little key-boardess
adapts herself 10 my moods When
am doing routine work the machine
takes on a monotony which is an excel
lent incentive to applied thought And
when there is a bit of sentimental work
on hand there is a soft, uneven tapping,
not unsuggestive Of the heart-beats of the
mystical personages who are awaiting the
strokes of my pen for their literary exist
cnce.
To-day. although there was love story
ON hand, Selena pounded away upon the
machine in a manner so irritating and dis
turbing that at 4 l threw down my pen
and wheeled about in my chair.
Selena bore my reproaches in silence,