The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1908-07-18
81 FRANK SWEET

lz F1l se pretty Eoc1, Mss
W
why gsss I think So. the girl az
sHeraa
Thea guess yoau d.
RE- hroad-shaul5ered Reuh GaT.th
looka5 d0En ct the young woman ap
groFEElT
Tour Work with ne win Be rather
trytng Tou see frankly, i haven't
any education 70 SPEAK 81. cant spell.
an cant hardly write ny own name.
an have recently come into q lot Of
money an a big business. I think /
have & head for the work an the de-
termination an energy but it's going
to be E sEin pun for ne 70 get the edu
csnon Il tins TIL want your help.
Eolld rather you Know all this noR
than q pick il Up pieoeneal with q
aeW shock every day
There was a Tight aush On the girls
face IS she seated herself al the desk.
Already she liked the big. frank-spok.
en ma1 whose every tone and look be.
SPOKE kindly sincerity. But what
would be say Il he knew Of her real
purpose liz coming TO this little out
Of-theEay town.
The next morning they commenced
work. and as the days went b they
settled down 70 the steady. practical
details of the large business. The new
typewriter proved herself not only
competent with the machine ana spell
ing. but with q keen insight and in.
terest ID the work as well
But more than this. Being in such
close companionship day after day and
week after week. MF. Gavith came
gradually to realize that his type
writer was no ordinary girl. and then
that she was no longer a mere type
writing girl to him. But. with the
knowledge. he suddenly grew restless
and anxious and more reserved.
Then one day Miss Willis became
conscious that her employer was bend
Ing oTer his desk laboriously compos-
ing letter
4 guess III have to get you TO type
write an send this. Miss Willis. be
said. placing the letter before her
She glanced at the address, her eyes
dllatng
~Why-why-what does this mean,
Mr. Gavith2" she gasped
He laughed ruefully The things
this way. was guide for hunting
party once-befOre came into the
money, You know-an' there was a nice
young fellow who got sick an talked
to me lot about bis folks. an espe-
eiaIly his sister I hadn't ever run
across many girls. an this seemed TO
be a wonderfully fine one, an'-an'-
well, fell in love with her, or rather
with his talk Of her. OF course.
didn't hint anything, for | wasn't no
body, an be an she was educated an
had money; but ] got her address an
kept it. When I came into the money
wrote an asked her a question, an
she answered, an SO we got to cor
responding. Then after awhile
asked her to marry me. an she partly
promised. You see, we liked each 9th
er's letters"
But I do not understand yet-your
name, and-and the letters?"
That's the small part Of It" ruefnl
lly q was afraid she might know my
name through her brother, 50 I took
my middle one, Reuben Lincoln, an
after wrote the letters had them ali
copied out by friend SO the spelling
would be all right But the worst part
is that don't love the girl any more
/ love somebody else That letter tells
It all, an asks her to release me. Il
she does" his voice trembling a little
4 shall ask you to marry me, Miss
Willis. II you wont-wen, the letter
must go on just the same. 1t won't b'
/ right for her not to know now"
Miss Willis was on her feet, hei
eyes moist. her lips trembling. She
took his letter and deliberately tore 4
apart, dropping the pieces into
wastebasket
I'll don't want TO read it, Mr. Ga
With" she said, "and I don't want yoy
to love me. You must love the othe'
girl. She is the real one. Don't 70.
understand? We lost our money, ant
/ / learned typewriting.
Then after III had partly prom
iged I was afraid I might have made {
mistake. [ once knew a girl who an
swered an advertisement, and It dit
not turn out well. When saw you
notice It seemed a good opportunity Il
come here under an assumed name an'
find out who Mr.. Lincoln was. havl
asked two or three" raising her eyei
with half smile, and none of then
ever heard OF a Mr. Lincoln IN thii
neighborhood. 1t looked as though
had been duped. But really, Mr
Gavith. would rather you would keel
on loving the other girl There ism
any Miss Willis
The depression had left his face b!
this time, and it was grinning broadly
You're Miss Estelle Longmors
then" he said.
Yes"
"An' will you. as Miss Estelle, an
after that letter." nodding toward tn