Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-09-28
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three best girls were working for dear
life on a difficult manuscript that had
to reach the publishers next day, and as
II was written on scraps of paper OF
varying size and quality. odd pieces look
inc as though the writer in his Juror
seribendi had constantly run short of
foolscap and had had recourse to the
contents of the waste-paper basket and
the kitchen drawers, and as, to crown
all. it was not always rightly PACED,
their was no light task.
The three plodding buffers We're ad-
dressing envelopes from directories, also
for dear life. These had been put aside
to make room for more important work,
and now were urgently demanded, with
a threat, not to send more if undelivered
that evening. There was no one but "the
child" free, yet she hesitated
1t was only to herself that Miss Simp-
son called Sybil Waterton 'the child. :"
She was sixteen and a half when she
entered the office four months before. a
merry, laughing little thirg. with her
wavy chestnut hair falling 10 ter waist.
She was not exactly pretty, but her
ewes, large, lust, Jus, and gray, frin2ed
With lashes several shades darker than
her hair, and oyerarched by silky dark
eyebrows, would have ma ia the most
casual observer give her that second
glance that Oliver Wendell Holmes
speaks of as a natural compliment not
to be resented by well-bred people
Miss Simpson had a great affection for
~the child' She was the only one of
seven who was always good natured and
always willing to do anything that came
to hand. She never looked meaningly
at the clock when the hour approached
6, as even Miss Bentley, the head girl,
did, for overtime pay commenced at that
hour.
She was very quick and seldom made
mistakes, for though she was so young
she had been the constant companion of
her uncle, Prof. Waterton. until his death
six months before, and she could hardly
help being better informed than most
girls of her age.
And SO it was not on the score of in
capacity that Miss Simpson hesitated a
moment lefore sending Sybil into the
private dietation room TO typewrite for
an hour.
Inc t1OIutCbtS AHdullGA. VINO
was sitting comfortably in the easy
chair placed for clients near the type
writing table. looking over the notes for
new chapter and waiting only for the
operator to begin, was a handsome young
man who had seen some thirty summers
He was essentially society man and
was writing a society novel. One has to
do all sorts of things in an office, and it
did not seem to natter when Miss Pris-
ella Jervis, who was generally amanuen-
SIS, and who typed novel with the same
wooden expression that she did balance
sheet or statistics as to the crops or the
weather, tapped oft on the little machine
a chapter of this nCvel with its dollhouse
atmosphere and doubtful morals But
"the child" was different
There was no help for it however; "the
ehild' it must be. Business is business
Miss Simpson crossed over to SYPHILIS
typewriting table.
vanced to the dignity of "Miss'-"do
you think you could type from dietation
for an hour? There is a gentleman wait
ing in the private room, and there is no
one else free"
Miss Simpson half hoped SybiI would
hesitate on account of inexperience, but
in this she was greatly mistaken. The
girls eyes glowed with excitement-this
was promotion indeed!
She danced across to her own particu-
lar corner and took brand-n piece of
india rubber from the drawer of the
table where she usually worked; no half
used piece was good enough for such an
occasion. Then, with feeling of exult-
alton at being such a useful member of
the staff. she went with pretty air of
dignity into the debating room.
The Honorable Hugh Chantley glanced
up from his notes, expecting to see the
impressive face of Miss priscilla Jervis.
and he was both pleased and annoyed
when he saw Sybil enter.
He had habit of thinking aloud, and,
heing a spoiled darling of fortune, no
one had ever checked it.
Hang it ALI" he said annoyedly. Il
must do something else today or 90 OF"
oh, please, don't go away; they'll
think ! haven't done your work proper
iyi" she said i'll CONSERVATION and add
ed, Besides, you are wIcr2. | can spell
all the difficult words quite as we'll as
Miss valetudinarian, 'exogenous,'
'thaumaturgies. 'polychromatie' = any
thingi''
The Honorable Hugh Chantley looked
curiously at "the child" and gave queer
smile
He leaned back in his chair and re-
neeted that 'he wanted his book finished
BADLY, the publishers were olamoring for
1t. II wasn't his fault if they sent a
child instead of the usual Young lady,
who seemed to have been bought with
the machine. Really, if she had com
planned of a headache he would have felt
that the typewriter company were re-
sponsible and ought to send mechanic
with bag of tools to attend to the
matter.
An right Are YOU ready?"
Yes" SAID Sybil, seating herself at
tie typewriter, and letting her shapely
little hands hover above the keys ready
to rcunce upon them as the FIRST words
fell froni his mouth.
liut thc words were long in coming.
After he had said Chapter VIII" three
hn:es he rauSed.
Nybil was Eet a conventional operator
YET She regarGc, the whole world as a
BIG friprflEN sorir4v ap1 ba- raw4 word :