The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1905-12-22
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Answered Love Letters.
A Story Of Christmas Time.
BY FLORA STEWART.
A Story Of Ch

Miss Wright closed her Typewriter
with her usual exactness. Somehow
one knew she was an old mxid wher
she did that. There was way shs
did it-may be because she was natur'
ally precise.
Yet Miss Wright had many offers
Of marriage, and refused them all
Sae was waiting for the man who
could completely fill her heart, and
weary, waiting. Work was either
too slow or too fast. When it was
too slow she got real hungry-al
though no one knew it; no one besides
herself. When it was too fast
her fingers ached, and her heart long
ed for rest even if she had to go hun.
cry for it. But it did not do to turn
away work; she could not afford te
be so independent.
Outside on tie snow.covered pave
ment q little German baud was blow
ing, "Home, Sweet Home"
IL don't believe l am a bit home
sick anymore" she mused, leaning
back in her chair. II almost think
I'm sorry, too, for being homesick
gave me something to cry about when
l heard music. One must have some
thing TO lay the tears to. They come
so easily sometimes"
The man had left their offices rath
er earlier than usual, sud long before
Miss Wright laid aside her work the
big building was quiet.
II will go, too, it Mr.. Jayson is not
late," she said aloud. Being so much
alone she had acquired the habit o1
talking to herself, and it seemed te
comfort her at times to hear her owr
voice.
Mr.. Jayson was the man for whom
she was doing twenty five dollars
worth OF typewritiny. He was con
tractor and builder; more than that
be was in love with Miss Wright
But he was an irishman with a rec
face, and Miss Wright adored beauty
She repeatedly repulsed his advances
even when she was longing for love
IL want none Of your hallway busi
ness" she had told him, and at his as
surance of sincerity she had only
laughed. She was growing cynical
as we'll as middle-aged.
At six o'clock Nj. Jayson had no
come, and it was cold in the office.
II cannot understand why be ha'
disappointed me" she thought. The1
she smiled bitterly. "H- does not re
alize l will have no Christmas dinner
SUPPOSE" she continued, slowl,
drawing ON her coat. She glanced a
the large pile OF manuscript and smil
ed again. Let me see" she sail, rt
flectively, "Iil max. my first cours
on tie first DE- Ben sheets, | guess.
will try the next dozen on the hal
shell, only there are so many figure
in that lot l fear they will not be ver
digestible."
AS she turned towards the door
she was standing in the ball, mai
whose high fur collar completely hi,
his face. He evidently did not Sc
her, al'hough he appeared to be In {
listening titude. Sue quickly clos
ed her door, for she did not want any
one to see her jus. then. Perhaps sh
was homesick, tor tears fl led her eye
in spite of herself.
"Oh, dear" she thought, II neet
not be hungry. Men are all alike ant
l might as we'll marry before lose al
my Chances
She opened the dor qnietly a few
minutes later, intending to hurry
away--'ack to the little box like room
she called "bome," for want of better
name. $ i'll stationed the. was tht