Sunday morning globe., 1901-09-22
CHAPTER XVII
INTRODUCING yIoLErrA.

lNIhoulllNb NlOLEIIA,
THE jig's up"
This was Mr.. Whitney's way of say
ing that my services were no longer re-
Quired Business has been falling off
of late. For the present, at least.
] viii be able to take care Of the CORE
spondence, and not find it burdensome.
MailOrder business is the thing" he.
continued. 81 think TIL look up some.
quick seller and put it on the market,
when I will send for you Would be.
glad If you keep me posted as to your
whereabouts
Thus was severed a most agreeable.
relationship between employer and em-.
ploye
The wait during October and Novem.
ber was a long one. It looked as
though it were impossible for me to
find permanent employment. I man.
aged to secure a semi-OccasiOnal type
writing assignment At every place
applied they wanted you 10 loan them
the machine and work for nothing.
One gentleman, handling a patent
medicine l believe, was frank enough
to tell me that all his girls lived att
home and that they expected to get
married just over i'm the immediate fu-
ture. Consequently, wages constituted
| little object.
As for associates, Mr.. Suvers had.
| dropped completely out Of my little.
world Mr. Baxter I met seldom. To.
| tell the truth, I often looked for Tom
I'm the neighborhood of the dining.
rooms, if for no other reason than that
he always insisted on paying for the
meals, a proposition. i'm the depleted
| state Of my poCketbook, I did not feel
! called upon TO combat. Heretofore. it
| had been a Dutch treat'-each paid
| for their own check
One murky November afternoon we
met I'm a Twelfth-street restaurant. He
was perturbed; carried a hunted eX.
preston on his faCe-something so un.
usual I was forced to remark thereon.
I'm over my head he responded.
In fact, I'm up against the real thing
now, in the language of the street
Don't I hear the story?"
Hardly. It's purely personal-read.
| able perhaps" he added
We'll, If you won't tell me, you can
/ put it in the form Of a sketch and mail
me a paper"
Come to think of it, that places me
in the identical position with Hon,
William Malone, late Senator from
| Virginia"
How was that?"
well, somebody asked the dashing
/ cavalryman why he did not write the
story of his life. and his reply was
that he was too busy making history
to write IT,"
OF see."
over i'm the future. maybe, I'll put
few events on paper can't do it
| right now for many reasons How
does Inez CASTILLO, a Senator's leav-
ings. strike you as a caption for a
story?"
THAT ought to be all right. I am
sure /, for one. anMously await its ap-
! pearance and promise to peruse with
| interest"
I still cling to that dove-colored dress
/ purchased from Miss Ashton, the fe-
male drummer, but my shoes / am
sorry to say, looked really out Of place.
Dennie rented my wheel and / let a
girl over on Eleventh street have my
typewriter for a few cents each week.
] nb NlAhA was tHnNl GU VI AlAN'NlNh my
room rent until the first week i'm De-
cember, when Congress would meet,
the Judge would be in town and he
would find something for me, I had no
doubt
The first Monday I'm December I re-
paired to the Capitol. going to the
House postoffice in the basement For
the first time in months, there was
mail I'm his bOx-only papers, but
enough to tell me he was in the city.
When 1 first dreamed OF seeing Wash.
ington the Judge told about the condi.
ton Of the mailbox being a key TO his
whereabouts.
But the crowds, I made repeated
- attempts to reach the gallery, only ia
: be thrust back with the information
p that nay efforts in that direction were
useless.
Il was equally impossible to reach
a any of the lobby doors TO send I'm q
card. / was standing I'm one of th,
{ corridors, undecided, when I caught
p sight of the familiar figure Of tho
Judge. i'm a window recess. talking tC
e a lady Here was my opportunity,
thought. will wait q moment, unit
y he is through with her. When ! mex
:, glanced I'm their direction, they ma,
b parted, and he was moving down thl
r corridor
{ "Oh. Judgei' called, just az he dis
t appeared into the House entrance.
e / forced my way through the Grove
- and handed my card to the door
p keeper
] "Td rather not leave the door Jus
o.. now" he said. "As soon as the open