The Washington times., 1904-03-07

was dependent upon herself, and she
tackled the monster courageously.
The monster 1t is really fairy
tale. isn't it,
Yes. it is a fairy tale. as such things
go in these days. The monster was ne
cessity. you understand. We must pro
vide ourselves with food. Tsiment and
warmth By some means. and ii is a
ticklish proposition. for the easiest meth
DDS are those upon which honor and
self-respeCt frOWn. The girl took Gp
typewriting. She worked hard-cruelly
haTd-and got barely enough to prevent
body and soul from parting company.
She acquired the headache habit There
were times when she was diScOura ged
clear down TO her feet Sometimes she
seriously contemplated suicide and then
laughed at herself. For said she,
wouldn't ! be a great goose TO do tina
when my method OF living is accomplish
ing the same purpose? Then one day
the man saw her, aand was much i'm
pressed by the beauty of her face and
form, and said he 10 himself, said he,
She must be mine. And no sooner had
the thought entered his head than the
girl looked UP aand blushed and-and
II was a foregone conclusion from that
instant"
And they were married ?" inquired
the typewriter girl
Yes. they were married and their
pathway was strewD with roses for two
years. Then reveTses came. and they
walked en- thorns. The. man lost his
tor as he had considered himself The
firm he'd been working for turned him
down. He tried 20 get in at some other
place. but no one wanted him He go-
sloppy IN spirits, and tOyed with anar-
chisttcal sentiments. but that did him
no good, Finally he broke down.
NO. he did not die-dead. He went
/ into chronic invaliGism, and his wife
| hustled for bread She picked up her
1 typeWriung again, and made fair
| thing at 1t. She arose in the morning
rrrffh 81 y
l fast and made the house ready for the
day: she fixed her own lunch ana {.
/ lunch for the man; then she went 70
her shaving.
AT night she came home again. ana
got the supper and jolhed the man up
with funny little stories that she had
picked up in the office; and through il
all-and that's the wonderful part OF Il
she waXed fat. and her spirits wer-
as the spirits Of the running brooks
She do this for years. And one day the
Darling. said he, 1 want you 10 tell
me something. Why did you marry me :
I know you did not love me. Confess
the truth now said he DO you really
arm about his neck. I DO. said ne
/ Then said she, and she gently brush
ed back the nair from his white fore
head with her other hand, IN confess
I married you for no other reason than
that l wanted a home and some one 10
support me- And you got neither,
DOQT girl etAu tliE man. 14AAANNA " &C
I ing for he was not strong at all
I 'Whatr cried she. astOn!shed. " nat
put that idea into you head, row.
got both. I have been, ana am, very
/ happy. dear. And she stuck to {.
And is that all2' asked the type
yes. that's all said Bark 7 wish
now that you'd tell me what you think
of that girl | can't understand It..
Wasn't she humbug-a greater hum
bug than any man could ever be-
II don't quite know The type
writer girl hesitated. 4 think / can
see-can understand
Suppose you had been in her placer"
said Burb. interrupting. Suppose q
man with Il small salary and n mighty
longing for a home should ask you to
do as the man in the story asked the
other girl to do? Suppose he should
should
IL think-think I would The
! typewriter girl was looking hard at the
| pavement
You would?" There was a note OF
/ gladness in Burk' 5 tone. do you mean
| II. Molly?T
How did you learn my name, Terry? %
asked the typewriter girl like a flash.
How d.d you learn mine?'' counter
| flashed ak.
/ Then their eyes met. and they laughed
/ ] hey were quite ObliviOus OF the crowds
/ about them. At the first crossing he
/ laid hold OF her arm. and did not REIN
| Quish il. Their elbows were linked, anC
her hand was IN his.