Middletown transcript. [volume] (Middletown, Del.) 1868-current, 1905-09-09

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heart Of fellow creature.
i When the errand to Jessup's had been
dispatched, Doris Murray, quaking in
wardly, but bravely determined to act
up to her conviction OF duty, turned her
steps toward the Mac Veagh block, in
which Mr.. Whittesey's offices were sit
uated. She knew their location very
well. She had often seen carriage wait
| ing outside for him as she hurried along
home in the dusk OF the evening. Had
seen the pompous driver with the cocka-
ded hat and quiet-looking livery open the
| door for him to come out. And she was
ashamed to remember how often she had
not coveted his wealth, exactly, but
thought how nice it would be to be rich,
and have things ones self. People may
say that the poor can be just as happy,
but as long as poverty stands for the lack
Of all the retnements and opportunities
Of life, how can the poor, unless dead to
aspirations, be happy in SO barren con-
dition
Doris took the elevator and was lifted
to the second floor of the building. She
| needed no other guidance than the name
of s'Whittlesey' in big gilt letters on the
| ground glass window OF a near by door,
to direct her. She thought once more Of
the martyrs, the revolutionary heroes,
and all the historical WORTHLESS with whose
| deeds of proves her reading had made
| her acquainted. She repeated to herself
the words of Miles Standish
Il can walk right up to fortress,
| And summon the place to surrender"
And with these whispered words on her
| lips, she turned the knob Of the door and
| went in.
A young man operating typewriter,
copying legal papers, arose and came
toward her with an inquiring air.
us this Mr. Whittlesey's Office ?" she
.asked.
Eyes, ma am" was the rather unen-
couraging reply.
| Can speak with him ~ she asked
The young man thought Mr.. Whittle-
sey was engaged with client, but if she
would give him her name, and state her
business, he would see.
II have no card with me. My name
is Miss Murray. My business is with
Mr.. Whittlesey only"
The young man stared, and hesitated.
Finally, however, he concluded to take
in her request to his chief. He passed
through the opening in which were hung
some noiselessly -swinging doors, to the
private office beyond. In another mo-
ment he was back again. -"Mr. Whittle-
sey is engaged at present, but is about
concluding his business with his client.
II you will sit down and wait he will see
you soon.''
Doris sat down OH the edge Of an office
chair designed to discourage undue loiter-
ing, and looked about the room. Every
thing was barren and cold and business
like to depressing degree. She wished
herself at home, helping TO get dinner
| ready. Would she not have been better
| employed in making a strawberry short
cake? And yet, if every body shilked
their manifest duty because it was dis
| agreeable, what would become Of the
world? Men were getting drunk, every
day, in Jock Liddy's saloon, and more Of
them than Tim O'Halloran were beating
and kicking defenseless women and chill
dren. OF course, if Jock Liddy didn't
occupy room in Mr.. Whittlesey's build
/ ing he would find one elsewhere. But
| what about the men who rented 10 such
people? Should nobody say anything to
them? Should they 90 on living on
blood money and no one ever protest,
because they were rich and respectable
and prominent? Weren't they Access
series to the crime?
With these thoughts, the courage ooz-
| ing out at her fngertips returned, and,
like Jairus's daughter, when she heard
the word Of the divine command, cher
spirit came again.
A door slammed near at hand, and foot
steps were heard in the hall outside. Mr..
Whittlesey's client had left by another
door. The young man got up from the
typewriter and looked into the private
Office. MIR. Whittlesey will see you
now," he said to Doris on returning.
'I'm in for it now,' she thought, and
rising, passed through the doors that
closed silently behind her.
The office she entered was fitted up
with the most luxurious appliances. A
rich Persian rug overlaid in part the
natural colors OF the inlaid light and dark
wood floor The furnishings were OF
mahogany, handsomely upholstered, and
choice bronzes and well-selected pictures
adorned mantel and walls. There were
lace and silken curtains at the windows,
and a. couch on which Sybarite would
rest far more contentedly than on his
traditional bed Of roses.
In massive chair beside the paper
strewn green-topped table which gave
the apartment almost its only hallmark
Of business, sat man of about thirty
years Of age, broad -shouldered, we'll
featured and clean-shaven. His eyes
we're Of dark clear hazel in color, keen
and penetrating, but not unpleasant to
look at. His hair, young as he was, was
sprinkled slightly with silver. He was
carelessly but irreproachably attired, in
a business suit of fine material and neu-
trail tint, and wore soft four-in-hand
knotted with graceful precision. As she
entered he held in his left hand-white
though frm-a pearl bladed paper cutter,
with which lie was aimlessly tapping the
| table top. As he did this the sunlight
parted itself into distinct and separate
colors as it flashed through the diamond
in the ring he wore.
He rose to his feet, and with much
Epoliteness invited Doris to be seated. He
then seemed to wait, for moment, for
the unfolding OF her errand. As she did
i not sneak at once he to assist her timid-