Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1901-03-29
THE NEW TYPEWRITER.

Mr.. Bulles, the broker, had new
typewriter. He made his head clerk try
the different applicants and test their
skill and engage the best one. The one
the head clerk engaged was large, i'm
! pressiye looking woman Of much beauty
and with the haughtiness of a duchess.
She dressed we'll and richly, and her
manner when sitting before the machine
was that Of grand woman Of society
who condescended to play occasionally
on the piano. She had much the air Of G
woman who was employing the men in
the Office to take care of her millions and
make out her accounts. Mr.. Bulles al
ways felt as though he ought to ask her
permission to smoke and was almost
correspondence. What work he dared
to give her she did as we'll as it could be
done, so he had nothing against her ex-
cept her pride. lie determined finally to
break down her pride. lie had been I'M
comfortably impressed with her dignity.
Now she should learn what it was to feel
that way toward him.
So the next morning he called her in.
! and after debating few business letters
! he said: 'Now, on the smaller paper,
please. Are you ready? Let me see"
! He unused as he bit carelessly at the top
Uf his cigar and gazed out of the win
dow.
''Thanks very much" he began, but
it will be quite impossible. I have posi-
lively refused to go into political life
in any capacity, and, though the position
of minister to so important city as St.
| Petersburg to succeed Smith is highly
complimentary, l could not leave New
| York and my work. Tell the president
in the proper official language that he is
very good, but that he must look for
| some one else"
The typewriter girl took this down
with calm. unrutf1ed countenance. Her
severity of demeanor was absolutely un-
| changed. us that all?" she asked.
"Yes,' said Dulles weakly. Eyes, l be-
| lieve that is ALL" He was not to be put
| down by little thing like that and called
| her in again during the afternoon and
| dictated the following note:
! Delmonico s-Will you reserve one of the largest
j private dining rooms for this evening and
| prepare supper for 100? find my rooms are too
( small and will have to have one of yours. Serve
| dancing. You can 60 to any length in the mat
ter Of decoration, but keep the cost Of the flowers
down to 81 600. Yours truly.
The other note was:
Dear Old Mani should be very glad to accept.
| but Tuxedo never did agree with my digestion
! Certainly you can have all the horses you want
| The two leaders in town, but will have them
sent out to you. l think the price you offer for
the coach is reasonable, and l will let you have
| it for that, as ! am going to give up coaching
and get yacht. Yours.
Mr.. Bulles said: THAT will do. When
! they are finished, let me see them" He
| thought he detected a slight unbending in
| the superior manner of the young wom-
| an, but he was not too hopeful.
When the girl brought in the letters,
| finished and ready for his signature, he
tossed them carelessly aside and said, II
will sign them later, and I'll post them
myself He signed them and slipped
them in their envelopes under his other
papers, where the clerks might not see
them, and planned for the future. On
the day following he refused three invi-
,, tations to dine with distinguished peo-
pie, ordered al architect to call and see
him about building country house at
Newport and wrote to order diamond
! necklace.
The typewriter girl began to take lit
! tie more interest and said, Eyes, sir" in
| stead of simply eyes," which was some
| thing. He felt that he was getting on.
But on the fourth day she appeared
! with even a colder and more naughty
| air and laid three letters down upon his
| desk. She always opened his mail for
| him and divided the private notes from
the business letters. Here" she said.
"are three notes which did not know
whether to hand to you or to the clerk.
Bulles glanced at one of them. 1t read:
! The private dining room and supper ordered by
! you for Tuesday evening were prepared and in
readiness for you as directed, but no one ap-
peared. Are we to understand that there ha;
| been mistake, or is your letter, which we have
retained to be considered in the nature Of hoax,
or has some forged your name2 Awaiting
| your reply, etc., DELMoNrco's.
| Mr.. Bulles sank still farther into his
chair. He opened the next letter with Il
trembling hand. The girl still lowered
above him like an avenging spirit.
| The letter was from a friend and con
tanned a clipping from a newspaper.
"Dear Hen" the note ran, "have you
seen this Associated Press clipping
| And what in heavens name does it
mean? Some one has evidently beer
playing a practical joke on you and one
that must strike you as most unpleas.
! ant one"
The clipping read as follows:
IS HENRY DULLES INSANE?
THE WELL KNOWN NEW YORK BROKER GIVES HIS