The San Francisco call., 1904-12-30
HALF HOUR &
3 FOR LUNCH
BY TEMPLE Bailey,

I get tired Of ne yog can GET = new
+ typerrlter. bit you couldn't get 4
Z new WIFE
And b@sades.~ he sad bftterEy. ~
an poor ard yo1 6On't want 20 NARY
DOor man. Jezueste-"
No, she said. @@but Il I loved
and then she stopped Is the door
4 opened and the tunior r=nber q ths
Z firm looked IN The Junior partner
I wza y0ung- rather fOrzdly handsome.
I and very well pleased with himself
/ ~Oh, put that away" he saId. zs hs
saw the tea zrTzngeuenEz. and CONE
I cut for lunch with me-"
But Jeanette shook her head ~Don't
ask me-. she pleaded Just think
: what shall miss and she laughed As
she named them "A chicken sand
wsch, a alice OF home made cake and
tea-n1y ozn tea-honas orsTed."
and she flashed Z bright glance zcroGs
~ FTznclzs who eat tapping hts foot
gIoomIEy-
But the eagern@ss of the Junior part
ner was Only increased by her refusal
You shall have bird. and salad,
and q souf1es" he said. and vine. IL
you will"
Darcy cEencned his hand, but the
Junior partner heeded him no more
than the 1y which crawIed On the wall.
He wsnted Miss Melton 70 lunch with
him She was fair and sweet, and
pretty. by Jove. as pretty as any girl
IL his own set
Come" he pleaded
Jeanette glanced towards Darcy. and
met In hls face only sternness- Il he
had but known that she Eished 20 re-
fuse, that che would rather drink a
cup Os te- with him. than have all the
fine lunches n Christendorn- But he
did not know, and he. missing the
sympathy that she had looked for, said
yes 10 the 1LnlCr partner.
Darcy sat alone, therefore. and ate
q part Of his lunch He did not drink
his tea-for he could not touch the
pretty cup that she offered him daily
with 90 much grace. He stared at the
blank wall and imagined jeanette in
the softly lighted dining-roorn OF the
great hotel he knew the junior 1art-
ner would take her 10 z fashionable
place That was one thing II his favor
he was not ashamed TO be seen with
his typewriter. But It was the first
time that Jeanette had gone.
And It won't be the last" grozned
poor Darcy. with his head on his desk
Yes it will" said soft voice behind
him, and ne whirled around TO see
Jeanette. all smiles and bushes, fresh
as rose.
He asked me 70 marry him." she
said without further remark
Darcy's head dropped down on his
desk.
Silence,
Then in the stiffness came the click
ETY., clickety-click" Of Jeanette's type
writer. Darcy raised his head and
picked up his pencil desperately. He
might as well begin. Same old routine,
same old work. same old struggle, and
now jeanette would be out Of IL,
whirled into a gay life by the riches OF
the Junior partner, and he would be
aIone-aIone.
The typewriter was silent and he
heard the whirr OF paper being pulled
out, and then Miss MeIton's step as
she crossed the room. She laid sheet
Of paper in front Of him On it was
neatly typed. But refused him"
Darcy caught both OF her hands in
his.
"Oh, jeanette, Jeanette" he cried
rapturously. Why did you do It? Why
did you refuse a rich man ike that?"
Because" said jeanette demureIy,
I'D rather make your tea"
AT the office or in cur home, dear?''
Both, said little Jeanette
Copyright, 1904, by Temple Bailey.)