The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-06-25

trickled down her cheeks that she alone in
the semi-darkness of the carriage. She thought of
the eager young left standing diseonsolately on
the curb with her glove dangling in his hand, and
she bitterly regretted that unkind fortune had made
it possible for her to meet him only under false pre-
lenses. One consolation that he had elew to
her identity and she resolved never. never to
him again; yet such is the eontrariness of human
nature she refreshed by this determi-
nation than her tears flowed freely than
She felt that she capable Of enjoying
like the function she had just left any who
there; fitted for them by education, by per-
sonal appearance by natural gifts of the mind
the most welcome of the duchess guests; yet she
barred out from them efectually the
lost peri at the closed gate. Why had capricious
fate selected girls of probably equal merit and
made one a princess while the other had to work
hard night and day for the right to live? Moth
ing Intellectual the little word why it asks.
but answers.
With deep sigh Jennie dried her tears the
carriage pulled up at the portal of the hotel. The
sigh dismissed all frivoIties all futile why's" The
girl face to face with the realities of life,
and the events she had so recently taken part In
would soon blend themselves into dream.
Diminishing the carriage and walking briskly
through the hail. she said to the night porter:
''Have a hanson at the door for in fifteen
minutes"
"A hansom my lady,? gasped the astonished
eyes" She slipped sovereign into his hand
and lightly up the stairs. The porter well
accustomed to the vagaries of great ladies, although
a hanson midnight rather beyond his
perience. But if all womankind tipped generous
ly they might order omnibus and welcome, so the
hanson speedily at the door
Jennie reused the drowsy maid who was sitting
up for her
Come" she said, you must get everything pack
ed at once. Lay out my ordinary dress and help
off with this
'Where is your other glove my Iady?" asked the
maid busly unlocking and untying.
Lost. Don't trouble about it. When everything
is packed get sleep and leave word to be called
I'm time for the o'clock express for Paris Here is
money to pay the bill and your 1t is likely
/ shall join you the station; but if do not, go
our hotel in Paris and wait for there. Say moth
ing of our destination to any and answer no
questions regarding should any ask. Are
you you understand"
Yes, my lady
A few moments later Jennie in the cab driv-
ing through the nearly deserted streets. She dis
missed her vehicle at Charing Cross. walked down
rect to the office of the Daily Bugle, whose upper
windows formed a row of lights, all the brill
liant because of the intense darkness below.
She found her shorthand writer's waiting for her,
The editor met her the door of the reserved
for her and said with visible anxiety his brow,
swell, what SUGGEST"
Complete success she answered shortly.
"Good!' he replied emphatically. "Now 1 pro-
pose to read the typewriter sheets they come
tIn thom for
errors and send them right away to the compostors
You can perhaps glance the final proofs which
will be ready almost as soon as you have finished
every WELL Look closely to the spelling of proper
names and verify titles. There won't be much time
for me to go carefully the last proofs
'AII right You furnish the material and I'll
that it's used to the best advantage"
Jennie entered the room and there at desk sat
the waiting stenographer. Over his head hung the
bulb the electric light its green circular shade
throwing the white rays directly down his open
notebook The girl was once more in the working
world and it's bracing air acted tonic to her
overweight nerves. All longings and regrets had
been put off with the Paris made gown which the
maid at that moment carefully packing away
The order of nature seemed reversed. The butterfly
had abandoned it's gorgeous wings of gauze and was
habted in the somber working garb of the grub.
With her hands clasped behind her the girl paced up
and down the ROOM pouring forth words. 200 to the
minute and sometimes more. Silently one stenOg-
rapher tptoeng ill., replaced another, who silently
departed and from the adjoining the subdued,
nervous rapid click click click of the ypewritng
chine invaded without disturbing her consciousness
Toward O'Clock the low drone of the rotaries in the
cellar made itself felt rather than heard The early
edition of the country was being run off. Time
fying-danced away by nmble feet in the west end,
worked away by nimble fingers in Fleet street (wel1
named thoroughbred. Play and work. work and
play each suppementing the other, the acts Of the
frivolous recorded by the industrious.
When little than three hours debating was
finished the voice Of the girl hoarse form
ery it had been musical ceased. She dropped into
a chair and rested her tired head the deserted
desk. closing her wearied eyes She knew she had
spoken between $1,000 and 10000 words a number
almost equal in quantity to that contained in many
book which had made authors fame and fortune
and all for the ephemera reading of a day-of fore
noon more likely-to be forgotten when the evening
journals came out!
Shortly after the typewriter gave it's final click the
editor came in
81 didn't like to disturb you while you were at