Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1901-01-16
AIRS. JILLsoN's .oouacity was botl

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AIRS. JILLSON'S .oquacity was both
livl the wonder and torment of the
Daily Aspect force, Typographical
lnion No. "a. Nothing approaching
her in volubility had ever been known
,efore. Shop No. ~ was wont to men
ion with a sort of dismal pride in the
distinction that their Mrs. Jillson
could out-talk anything in the craft,
md this belief was sustained by the
testimony of Meek" the se-joint-
ID tourist from Tennessee, who was
quilt something like giraffe and held
,as, in Mrs. Jillson's alley. meek"
lad worked in all sorts of newspaper
offices, from New Orleans to Mon
treal
Mrs. Jillson's favorite topic was the
job Offices of Chicago and her expe-
riences therein. and she was enter
tanning the tourist from Tennessee
with distracting tumble of personal
recollections, while in impotent fury
that worthy writhed and twisted the
elongated organ which gave him his
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and there was a tacit understanding
that she was not to be "called down"
As were other offenders.
"Oh dear me, don't you know how
disappointed I was everything was
so strange I wasn't used to it at all,
80 much correcting to do I couldn't
make anything at all and got so dis
| ho6 20 p,1+
Of course we got used to it after
awhile it was all right and such good
wages I wish was there now. Oh
dear me yes it's SO much nicer to
work in the city"
Minus" the one-eyed apprentice,
spaced his lines with particular care
as he cast apprehensive glances at
Richards, the foreman, who was max
ng up the patent medicine "ads."
The boy knew that the sulphuric
Richards always dwelt with especial
emphasis upon the shortcomings of
apprentices when he was goaded by
Mrs. Jillson.
"The job offices of Chicago were so
dirty" Mrs. Jillson was rafting away
with her accustomed complacency.
Perfectly awful not fit for woman
to work in you know. but then of
:ourse they were not all that way,
some of them were real nice and such
nice men to work for"
Suffering Moses" muttered Rich
ards, viciously slamming a plate into
place, twill that woman never stop
talking? Minus! Don't you ever
sweep out under this stone?"
"I'1 do it right now, SIR" meekly
'eplied Minus, slipping quickly from
his stool
TITS perfectly awful the way they
10 on some of those religious papers,
continued the loquacious one used
20 lock the doors and work on Sunday
the managers wouldn't know a thing
about it, my, how they did behave it
was awful don't you think so? Oh
If course they were not all that
way"
''Minus!" roared the foreman. "Say;
what are you raising such a dust for ?
Don't you know better than to sweep
Turing working hours?"
81 can't make out this word" said
Mrs. Jillson, approaching Richards.
Such a bother and hate to disturb
you oh do wish they'd learn to write,
what do you suppose he means to say
there now. is it PETERS mulishness,
no it can't be that looks more like
"Oh, for heavens sake" blazed forth
Richards, fairly exasperated. "Shut
Up a minute and I'll tell you. 'Whis-
GERS of course. PETERS whiskers.' +"
And Mrs. Jillson. for once in her life
| struck speechless by the torrent of
the foreman's wrath. took her copy
and walked Imply back to her case.
A constrained silence fell upon the
l}ittle group of printers. There was
40 approval in the chances cast To-
ward their irritable foreman, for Mrs.
Jillson was considered a privileged
| character in that Office. and most of
the printers cherished resentmehts
of their own. Half ashamed of the
language he had used to an old lady,
silly and exasperating even though
;he was. Richards turned away and
went about his work.
what if she does talk" he thought.
| - ~ NOOo ma my SOo0 SAC Cdu hCCD
on. An old woman who has to grub
for her living in this Tophet of a
printing Office might be allowed that
privilege, if it's any satisfaction to
her. Maybe 1 ought to go and apollo
gize."
! But Richards did not apologize. He
went to the case where the quakine
apprentice was laboriously setting re.
print. and inspected the matter in
| his stick.
'sThese lines are spaced first-rate,'
he said. You're improving, Minus
AS the clock struck 10 the printers
trooped out for dinner. Unlike the
others, Richards always ate his lunch
at the Office, ostensibly because of the
distance to his home. In reality hs
knew it was dread of the oppressive
memories which the place recalled
and from which he could find partia
relief In incessant activity and atten