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mig forward 10 SiTlke a lump vi m"u
from the pavement with his cane.
"As the fairy tales begin" said She;
"once upon time. if you please. ! am
ravenously hungry for fairy tale
"Once upon time. then. in a for
cign land-which means New Jersey
there dwelt man.
only one:' inquired the typewriter
girl mischievously.
He thought so-thought so for
long time. and then he got over it.
There dwelt also in this land girl-a
poor girl. whose parents were dead.
She was dependent upon herself. anu
she tackled the monster courageously."
The monster? 1t is really fairy
tale, isn't it?'
Yes, it is fairy tale. as such things
60 in these days. The monster was ne
cessity. you understand. We must pro.
vide ourselves with food, raiment and
warmth by some means, and 1t is
ticklish proposition. for the easiest
methods are those upon which honor
and self-respect frown. The girl took
up typewriting. Sic worked hard
cruelty hard-and got barely enough
to prevent body and soul from parting
company. She acquired the headache
habit. There were times when she
was discouraged clear down to heT
feet. Sometimes she seriously contem-
plated suicide. and then laughed at her
self. For said she. wouldn't l be
great goose to do that when my method
OF living is accomplishing the same
purpose?' Then one day the man saw
her and was much impressed by the
beauty of her face and form, and said
he to himself, said be. She must be
mine And no sooner had the thought
entered his head than the girl looked
up and biushed. and-and it was a
foregone conclusion from that instant
And they were married:" inquired
the typewriter girl.
Yes. they were married, and their
pathway was strewn with roses for
two years. Then reverses came. and
they walked on thorns. The man lost
his grip. He wasn't such an important
factor as he had considered himself.
The firm he'd been working for turned
him down. He tried to get in at some
other place but no one wanted him.
He got sloppy in spirits, and toyed
with anarchistal sentiments. but that
did him no good. Finally be broke
down.
mo. he did not die-dead. He went
into chronic invalidism, and his wife
hustled for bread. She picked up her
typewriting again and made a fair
thing at it. She arose in the morning
with the birds, and prepared the break
fast and made the house ready for the
day; she fixed her own lunch and a
lunch for the man; then she went to
her Shaving.
AT night she came home again. and
got the supper and jollied the man up
with funny little stories that she had
picked up in the office: and through it
all-and that's the wonderful part of
it--She waXed fat. and her spirits We're
as the spirits Of the running brooks.
She did this for years. And one day
the man called her to him. and said he:
Darling said he. I want you TO tell
me something. Why did you marry
me? Confess the truth. now said he.
DO you really want the truth?' said
she. putting her. arm about his neck.
I do said he. Then said she, and
she gently brushed back the hair from
his white forehead with her other
hand. 'l'll confess: married you for no
other reason than that l wanted
home and some one to support me-
And you got neither. poor girl said
the man. almost weeping. for he was
not strong at all. What" cried she,
astonished. What put that idea into
your head. now? I got both. have
been. and am. very happy, dear Aud
She stuck TO it,
And is that all:" asked the type
writer girl.
Yes. that's ALL" said Burk. Il wish
now that you'd tell me what you
think Of that girl. l can't understand
it. Wasn't she a humbug-a greater
Ermbus than any man could ever be-
II don't quite know" The type
writer girl hesitated. Il think l can
sec-caN understands
Suppose You had been in her piace:'
said Burk. interrupting. Suppose
man with smal! salary and mighty
longing for home should ask you to
do as the man in the story asked the
other girl to DO? Suppose be should
! Should-'
IL think-thiEk l would" The
typewriter girl was looking hard at the
pavement.
You would"' There was a note of
gladness in Burk's tone. DO you
mean it. Mo!ly:7
How did you learn my name,
Terry" asked the typewriter girl like
q flash.
How did you learn mine:" counter
flashed Burk.
Then their eyes met. and they
laughed. They were quite oblivious of
the crowds about them. At the first
crossing Ee laid hold Of her arm, and
did not relinquish it. Their elbows
were linked and her hand was in bis
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