The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-07-19
! Short Story Of
De DAY. Low. and Law
"Jim," said Mr.. Perkins to his Office
boy. put on some more coal"
1'Yes sir

| P1b On SOIQ6 more coal.
Eyes, SIR
And, do you hear2 Take this packet
OF papers around to Penn & Inks and ask
EN- what they mean by sending me such
blotted piece of work.
Yes, sir" and Jim, evidently preferring
the snow-freighted air and slippery side
walks of the outer world to the close
little law Office, darted off like an arrow
| out Of a bow
| Mr.. Perkins took out a fresh bundle of
quill pens and quire of legal foolscap
| and began to work In good earnest, when
all OF sudden, a tap came to his Office
| door,
Come in said Mr.. Perkins, in a. voice
that sounded considerably more like
| Clear out" and young lady entered,
| dressed IN currant-colored meEino with
a little plumed hat and a neat-looking
fiat satchel on her arm.
Il haven't anything to give" said Mr..
Perkins, sternly.
The young lady sat down unlimited, and
then Mr.. Perkins saw that she was very
pretty.
ST was not begging. SIR" she said.
| May 1 ask, then, what was your bust
ness?" said Mr.. Perkins, more frig1dly
! than ever.
The young lady took parcel from her
| bag.
Il don't want to buy anything" said
( Mr.. Perkins.
st was not selling. SIR" said the lady.
please explain your business at once"
said he, tartly. 'I have no time to
| spare"
please allow me to do SO, then" said
! the young lady. IT was soliciting sub
| scriptions for"
81 don't want to subscribe" hastily in
/ terrupted Mr. Perkins
| How do you know whether you do Or
moi" inquired the young lady with some
| spirit, until you have seen the work, at
! least2'
| Mr.. Perkins smiled a little. She was
! brusque, but he didn't altogether dislike
| that And, besides. she was decidedly
| original
Because there have been at least three
Of your craft before you this morning."
| said he, "all selling Illustrated Lives of
| Great Mem -
But mine is quite different Mine Is
| Careers Of Famous Women with steel
plate engravings," persisted the young
| lady.
your business ia overcrowded." said
Mr.. Perkins mo; you needn't take the
trouble to show me the book. Why don't
you do something else?"
''WiIl you tell me what?" said the young
| lady, despairingly. ''Wtn you help me
to get anything whereby may support
myself"
"What can do2''
'That is what everybody says" she an
swered, land between you all should
| starve You are lawyer. Will you give
me some law copying?"
"Can you write a clear and leg1ble
| hand?" Mr.. Perkins asked.
The young lady sat boldly down at
desk by the chimney place.
9TH show you what 1 can DO said
| she.
Mr. Perkins looked over her shoulder
as she wrote. In quaint, distinct style,
! the words:
'My name Is Amy Archdale and I
want to earn my own living"
| Amy Archdale," repeated Mr.. Per-
| kins Rather a romantic name, Isn't
| it2'
81 had no hand in naming myself" re-
| torted Miss Archdale, 80 I can't justly
| be held up to blame in that matter"
! Mr. Perkins looked meditatively at her
| for second or two.
1T should think you might teach" said
| he.
st did try IT, said Miss Archdale. 'I
was governess in a private family"
''And why did you give it up?''
| els this catechism2" said Miss Amy,
smiling. well. have no objection to
answering. Do you want me to tell you
| the plain truth?'
| Certainly"
| "WeII, then, it was because my lady
| employer did not like to have her grown
! up son address me with common polite
| ness Perhaps she thought / was endeav-
| oring to fascinate him, but she was en-
| tirely mistaken"
| "Oh" said Mr. Perkins. 'Please write
| down your address,"
care you really going to give me some
copying to do?" she asked eagerly.
| ST am going to try you"
| For the first time the tears came into
her eyes.
"I'H try my very best-indeed, I will"
| she faItered. "For-I don't mind telling
| you nowI haven't got a single sub
scription, and I was SO discouraged,
And so Miss Amy Archdale walked off
| with q red-tape-tied parcel Of papers IN
| der her shawl.
| "If she does them well and promptly"
| said Mr.. Perkins. In sort of mental So
| liloquy, there's no reason why
| I can't let her have some
more work. If she doesn't it
| won't be the first case of female swind-
! ling in New York. But she had a pretty,
innocent little face, too-hang it, I've
! half q mind to go to her address on the
sly and see If she really Is a deserving
| object of-charity, I was going to say.
! But it isn't. She wants work, not aims.
! There's always somebody wanting some
! thing In this great, chattering Bedlam Of
| a city Of ours" added Mr.. Perkins, trate-
| Iy, as he drove off two match boys, an
| apple girl and vender of pins and shoe
| strings from his doorstep.
| Mr. Perkins followed up his crochet
and walked up to No. Meassey street
| about dusk that self-sanle evening, heed
| less of snow and sleet.
docs a lady named Archdale live
| here7' he asked In the grocery which oc-
| cupied the first floor.
Eyes, sir, she do" the grocer's wife In
| terrupted, pushing herself before her hus-
band, land a nice. Woodworking young
lady she is as ever breathed the breath
! Of life, and pays her rent regular every
| Saturday night If she has to live on a
cup of water and a crust. And IL she's
| got any rich relation
"You mistake my purpose" said Mr..
Perkins. coIdly. II am no rich relation
| to any one"
| Yet the woman's testimony, coarse and
rudely given as it was, unconsciously In
| f1uenced him In Amy Archdale's favor.
| She brought the folfos next day, neat,
| legfble, and without blot or erasure, and
| Mr.. Perkins gave her some more work.
You needn't bring It." said he. Il
! have business that way and I'll call for
It myself
I'VE haven't seen your Uncle Elisha
lately, dear" said Mrs. Molyneux Martin
| to her eldest daughter. "Kate must work
a penwtper for him, and you must en-
broider him pair of slippers. 1t won't
do to let him lose sight of his nearest
relatives"
INA said Miss Katherine tsft's nffv