Worcester morning daily spy. (Worcester, Mass.) 1888-1898, 1898-01-02

if there is anything / dislike it is a cry
ing woman. Early in our association
had warned Selena against this, and she
had observed my wishes until now.
was well aware from recollections of
former days that the way 10 deal with
a crying woman is to put your arm
around her. Indeed, my tears, before 1
became a business woman, were some
times produced with this objective
point!
But I did not wish to put my arm
around Selena. 1t would produce the ia
miliar feeling of good camaraderie
which women never have 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 some
thing. Selena wanted something. She
wanted my permission to get married
He was such. a dear fellow-a brokers
clerk-With SIS week sure pay-and
such dear fellow-and the promise of
more
My permission and assurances of
great good wishes for her future hap
piness being given, Selena again burst
into flood of tears. This time 1 had
transgressed. And it took long time,
| between Selena's tears and sobs, be-
fore I could learn the cause.
"A
fore l had in an article dictated to
Selena, enlarged upon 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 fur
nished-$10 a week would do so much
one week it would buy a picture,
ffa,y Il IL i
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 a perfect ad-
justment of love and business. From
my window as / looked down upon the
thoroughfare below, I could see the fig
ure of the brokers' clerk waiting, 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 lastly conceal it in the
bosom of her dress. / looked at her
and frowned. I do not wish my clerks
| to get in the habit of reading their
| private letters at the office, as it is an
other pet theory of mine that each Is
minutes of the day should be held
sacred to ones employer, and nobody
understood this better than Selena.
! Selena blushed q little under my
frown, and the day wore on without
! further incident, except that 1 noticed
| that she, who was usually anxious to
| prolong the day to suit my convenience,
kept glancing at the clock. Each time
l saw her do this, I frowned again, and
| each time Selena bent her head and
! pegged away harder than ever on the
| typewriter.
Usually my faithful little keyboard
ess adapts herself to 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 bit of sentimental work
on hand, there is a soft, uneven tap
| ping, not unsuggestive of the heart
beats Of the mystical personages who
| are awaiting the strokes of my pen fol-
their literary existence.
Today, although there was a love
story on hand, Selena pounded away
| upon the machine in manner so irri-
| tating and disturbing that at / threw
| down my pen and wheeled about in my
chair.
| Selena bore my reproaches in silence
and as finished she looked up at the
clock.
Tiff you please" said she, "but !
forgot to tell you before. The Messrs
| Caddagan & Co. left word here at noon
| that they would like to have you call
| at their office at a quarter to 5. And ii
/ is nearly that time now. Do please &c
| nowp'
The Messrs. Caddagan & Co. are my
solicitors and have offices in another
part of the building.
Are you sure, Selena," / asked, "that