The record-union., 1898-09-04

room below broke the silence Present.
ly Miss Waite arose. She had her fin
lshed copy in her hand. She was pass
ing Farrell's desk without as much as
glimpse in his direction when he i'm
pulsively put out his hand and caught
her by the arm; she turned in sur
prise, and then without a word sat
down in the chair Farrell pulled out
for her. Just what passed between them
will never be known. but from that time
! on Farrell seemed really to reform.
AS things were looking their bright
est, word was brought to the office one
day that Farrell had slipped onithe icy
pavement and broken his right arm,
and was now at the hospital where he
| would be for the next six weeks. Ev-
cry one felt sorry for Farrell, every one
| but Turner
Just my Iuck," he growled, stabbing
Vlclously at his copy pad with his open
| pen knife, six weeks Of writing edi-
torials, of hustling news of-of' but
| here his feelings quite overcame him
and he groaned in anguish of spirit.
| If you dislike the work so much. -
| here remarked Miss Waite, who had
| been an interested listener, why not
| let me help you? l think, perhaps, l
might do all right"
What. you?" gasped Turner.
Miss Waite smiled. II have written
edltorially before" she remarked ARE
you willing that 1 should try?"
Let her ask the boss, broke in
smith, the man who wrote up the ser
mons and was known as the church
editor. Miss Waite rose, and Smith
held open the door for her with exag-
gerated politeness.
She always was a game one," re-
marked the sporting editor when the
door had closed upon her, ''remember
| that time she and Farrell were sent out
/ on that special to the hospital to see
| that crazy fellow have his skull oper-
ated on? They say Jack went white
and limp as rag, but that the little
| one stood it like a veteran Actually
held the doctors instrument case, too
| That's what l call grit" and the sport
ing editor mechanically held out his foot
over which his little fox terrier made a
running jump. Ten to one she gets
the job, do you take me up, Smith,
Il never bet," said the church editor
piously. II was whispered around the
|
| been a Sunday-school superintendent
and that's how he came by his position
but so far the fact had not been proven
automatically.
The sporting editor yawned once or
twice. This towns getting too small
to hold me-" he remarked, and turned
! his attention to the details of recent
| prize fight he was boiling down. for
the next days issue
| In a short time Miss Waite returned
| She looked radiant. IT'S all right"
she called out before she was we'll into
the room. Mr.. Jones says I can try
it for week, anyway"
Il told you so,' remarked the sport
ing editor to his fox terrier, who nov
occupied a seat on his table.
Before her time of probation had ex-
pired Miss Waite had demonstrated hel
ability beyond the shadow of a doubt
and had earned the undying gratitude
Of Turner. Her only request was that
| Farrell was not to be told what she was
doing. The boys wondered over this
but when Turner who was a married
man. told them that all women were
given over to the indulgence of idicsyn4
crasies they ceased to wonder.
All the end Of the allotted time Far
rell left the hospital and without a word
of his intention to any one dropped in
on the office unexpectedly. He found
Miss Waite debating an editorial to tie
stenographer..
Il did not know that was part OF
| your work" he remarked. She blushed
guilty and answered evasively, BIT,
fate was against her, and before he had
| been there half an hour the secret that
had been guarded so jealousy all these
! weeks was out. The effect of it on
| Farrell was stunning. The idea that
any woman could take enough interest
in him to do his work for him was in.
/ comprehensive. 1t took him a lone
time to get used to it. He had never
| been an egotstical man, but the fact
that woman could do his work am
do it satisfactorily had beneficial eff
feet upon him. He had long looked
! upon Miss Waite as more than a piece
of human machinery, and now when
ever his eyes wandered to her table, as
| they often had a trick of doing lately
there was something in them that
caused her TO turn her head away
! quickly. This was an entirely new sen.
satlon to Farrell, who had fattered
himself that he had done away with
| all things sentimental years ago: his
rough contact with the world had moi
| tended to soften his nature, yet. on the
whole, the thought that he was at last
actually in love pleased him nightly
AT last there came a day when he took
Miss Waite's hand in his and tried tc
thank her for what she had done. b1,t
instead of doing so he asked anothA,
! favor of her, he asked her to marrv
him. He told her he put it in the LIGHT
of favor because he did not think he
was worthy of her, but she assured
him that she was perfectly satisfied.
T is Fifty Years Since.
Many of those who attended the frst
! of he