Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-02-05

WHILE YOU FIND ONE WHO is
A LALLA.
When the young man in charge of
the shorthand and typewriting employ
ment bureau of the typewriter firm
reached his Office about o'clock in the
morning, six silent, naughty young
women sat ranged about his rolltop
desk. Gloom sat heavily upon all of
them. They regard one another dis
approvingly from the corners of their
eyes. In entering the Office the young
man bowed in a sort of collective, nom
committal fashion to the young women.
Then he deposited his hat upon the top
of his desk and raised the rolling front
thereof. This was the signal. The six
young women all rose from their seats
at once and made for the one particu-
lar conversational chair beside the
young mans desk. The race was to the
ATLANTA of the half dozen, a tall young
woman with a skirt that wasn't alto
gether tidy. She swiftly thrust the
yellowbacked novel she had been read
ing into her black bag and gained the
coveted chair in two strides. The other
five, regarding her with unconcealed
aversion, fell back to their chairs.
20, yes, yes, yes" said the young
man, without any particular applicable
ity. Now, you are seeking employ
ment as"
'Manuensis," replied ATLANTA, the
young mans pause calling for a reply.
Eyes, yes said the young man.
Now, your experience has been"
The pause here also demanded a re-
ply.
Well" said the young woman, ap-
parently collecting the threads of the
little speech she had prepared, "as yet
/ have not succeeded in obtaining a
stenographic position such as 1
think"
"Um-m, truly" put In the alert
young man. But you are fast?"
The young woman flushed and
evinced a sudden disposition to become
even laughter than she had been be-
fore the young mans arrival
Meaning, of course" said the young
man, that you have attained amanu-
ensis speed. A hundred words, say?"
ATLANTA abandoned her momentary
hauteur
Well" she said doubtfully, q don't
know if l can write 100 words minute
right now, because l may be little out
of practice, on account of my sister,
who has been debating to me, being out
of the city for the past two months or
so, but
F'Um-m, yes" said the young man, at
the same time pulling out the dictation
board at the right hand side of his
desk, and fumbling around for the pad
and pencil. Suppose, now, we just
see how rapid you"
He had his head buried in his desk,
looking for pencil, and so the rest of
it was lost. Presenaly he found bun
die of pencils, and he put one of them
into Atalanta's hand, which, by the
way, seemed to shake rather nervous
ly. Then he placed the note book on
the dictation board, and ATLANTA drew
up her chair with her pencil at the
ready"
Let's see; you know all about the
date line, and all that, of course?" said
the young man inquiringly, and in a
tone that indicated that he wasn't al
together certain that she did know all
about the date line, and all that. All
right. Now, James Castlewood & Co.,
No. 14,212 Market street, San Francis
co, California abbreviate the Cali
fornia into CAL of course, in writing
it. Dear Sirs:-Replying to your es-
teemed favor of the 2Sth ultimo, We
hasten to say that the shipment to
which you refer was made on the End
ultimo, in ample time to have reached
you at the time you specified in your
order, and"
Just a minute, please" interrupted
Atalanta. Atalanta was plainly in
trouble. Yet the young man had only
logged along in his dictation at a rate
of about so words a minute. Just a
minute, please" again said the girl
81 shipment you referred to, and
the young woman's pencil laboriously
crawled over the note book page
"Um-m, yes,' said the young man,
giving the girl quick glance" ship
ment to which you refer though would
be better. Did I not put it that way?
Um-m Got the rest of it?-'and we are
at loss to understand the delay in its
arrival at your plant. " Apparently the
young man concluded that it was not of
much further use to prolong the dicta-
ton. Very truly yours" he con-
Guided shortly, winding up the letter
somewhat abruptly.
For fully minute after he had fin
ished ATLANTA, with her face as red
as a peony and her pencil hand plain
" suffering badly from the rattleS,