The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-07-30
EXPRESSING THE JANlTOR.
BY CLARA NORTON.
(Copyright, 1905, Daily Story PuD' Co'

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 Copyright, 1905, Daily Story Pub. Co.)
 was a rattling good stenographer. I am very stylish, with a swell pompa- dour. and there was not a girl in the office that could put up as fine display of catchy toggery. My clothes were simply stunning. am not ashamed Of my walk, and my style Is something everybody admires. 1 suppose because everybody appreciates real lady when they see one. was the real thing in
 the office, and whatever I said. went His Nibs admired my work although ne called me down some times, just, or
 course, to show who he was nave
 great individuality in all things ana while he intimates many times that my spelling differs from the dictionary ana that the place I found for commas ana question marks and capital letters were decidedly inJudicious, l know that ne secretly admired my judgment
 believe heartily in individuality. I choose my hat to bring out my pronle, and I have my skirts cut to bring out
 the lines of my figure. I have a good
 figure, and it is much admired. when
 l go by most everybody turns ana looks after me for blocks
 Sometimes. though, l am thougntless. I suppose, because have so many things on my mind. One day when l was called for dictation left my gum on | chair instead of putting 1t in the | waste basket. And the high mogul, like the stupid creature he Is. sat on it, When he got up the gum stuck to ms trousers. and the chair stuck to the gum. Not realizing what could be the matter | I laughed. Along with being stylish. | have a sense of humor. He is a puffy | man and not at all considerate Tor | real lady's feelings. He swore at me Being a lady. said nothing in return because I couldn't think of anything 10 | say If had 1t to do over l would tell him few. He called me to his office and sent for the cashier and told him to | pay me my weeks salary in advance l He was very polite. He was trying, you see. to fix it up for swearing at me. l took the money. Then he told me that he did not need my services lnd, 1ur- thermore that I need not expect a recommendation from him. He knew he couldn't get anything but those dread ful, frowzy stenographers that persist SO in living. and he wanted to place me in such a position that I would be com pelled to come back and work for him. When he said goodbye he fairly smiled in effort to make 1t up with me.
 bowed coldly to him and tucked the money away for that chinon boa that I was planning on.
 I boarded with Mrs Killings. who used to be a stenographer herself be- fore she got married. But she lost so much style that I guess she couldn't get a position so she rents out couple rooms in her flat. I had one Of them. She is a woman without tact Most wo- men have a little tact, but Mrs Killings has none. She has a way of hurting her boarders' feelings. She asks them TOT l money And mind you. not once or twice or three times, but keeps on untl clai ic Utth0llt shame, | Although I wore my cniffon boa ana made quite a splash. there were, some how, so many of those sloppy creatures willing to work for half nothing that there was no place open for iaoy. Weeks passed, and I could get nothing to do Then Mrs. Killings got on ner ear and got so insulting that decloeo | to leave her rather than to lose my l temper But mind you, she woulon
 let me go unless I left my trunk, ana
 she wouldn't let me stay with my trunk ! unless I paved her She threw signlh-
 cant hints at me She had her nerve a.
 long with her all right, all right. She said she thought strong, healthy young l lady that could eat three square meais | she saw me put away could certaihiy | help her with the house work ana work
 out what I owed her. I was up against
 a fierce proposition. She got out an old cotton wrapper for me and was hooreu' I went into the kitchen. IL was my ltragedy. It was dreadful.
 | The only things I can COOK are po-
 tatoes. I fiatter myself on having a
 clever way of cooking them. boil
 them not until they are done, but untii
 people are ready for them. AS people
 were ready for them sometimes a1ter
 put them on the stove or halt an hour
 after they had fallen to pieces my career in the kitchen was really interest
 ing. Mrs Killings fairly caved around and what she done for me was a-pienty.
 It was al this time I became interested
 In the janitor. The Janitor was un-
 married and young and as big as trol-
 ly car. I met him in the laundry lie
 wore lovely ties, and when ne was
 dressed up and on the street he was a
 swell piece of furniture. He had dig
 nifed, persuasive way about him ana ne
 was just a dear.
 I knew from the way that he smasneo
 lids on the garbage cans ana shoVeieo
 old ras-men out of the basement ana
 yelled at delivery boys and posseu .ht
 moveing vans at the side entrance Una
 he was a man very much above ms 1oo He seemed not to only own the MerIlns