The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1908-07-09
TALE

ire NY earnest recollection Is the day
came into use. had been sitting upor
a shelf In the store, where there were
a half dozen of my kind exactly like
me.
"If you want a brand new machine
miss" heard the salesman say, why,
here Is one that is a beauty. 1t has
several of the latest improvements
which are not on our old typewrlters."
well, | want Il new one," said a
sweet, musical voice, and the salesman
took the cover off me. | saw a girl
about twenty years old. "a good look
er." commented to myself Little did
| think at that time that she was to be
my mistress as long as she was or that
| should ever learn to love her as |
did in after life. She sat down at a
table while the salesman placed me in
front of her. She ran her fingers over
me, and | felt thrill.
ut Is a lovely machine" she said.
Don't ! get any discount"
There was some transaction that
did not hear. An hour later was in
Wall street. and she was patting me
while well dressed man blew tobac-
co smoke In my face and told her what
to write. was with her for year
before really knew loved her. 1t
flashed over me In an instant. 1t was
summer There was absolutely moth
Ing to do that ! could see. About =
O'clock the boss came in.
pretty hot" said he as he pulled off
his coat. Jennie" he continued, will
you go down to Manhattan Beach?'
Il don't see how can" she replied,
resting her arm on me- 81 am going
out this evening, or at least / halfway
promised to 60"
Come on" said he. 1--WE can get a
boat and be down there while you're
talking about it,"
AS she put on her hat to go felt my
first pang of jealousy. The boss was
good looking young man. He was free
and easy with everybody except his
father, an old gentleman, who came
around occasionally and said whole
lot OF things about when he was
young man and then didn't show up
again for another two weeks.
AS the pair left the office together it |
seemed to me that my happy existence
was at an end All day Sunday it
rained. This did not lessen my fit of |
the blues, and | was glad when the |
day was over. Monday morning my |
mistress came in, and we were soon at |
work. That afternoon the boss was at !
tentive to her. When the days work !
was done, they left the office together. |
My feelings cannot be described. No |
typewriter that has not been jealous
will ever know how felt.
The next day | was sick at heart. |
was so ill that my upper case II, A, r,
and e would not work. A man came
rom the factory. He was black
smith, who never should have been
ent. He said that water had been
pdled ov"" me and my keys were
tuck. How little he suspected that it
vas the b'tne of my tears that had
aused the rust. l ran along for awhile
md then was considered permanently
lisabled
| remember the day | saw him kiss
Ter and saw her blush. In my indig-
at1on my ribbon turned from black to
urple, and two of my keys were bro
en. The next day that same black
NTH said ! was undoubtedly defec-
I'VE machine. He offered her q new
he for me. and the offer was accept
d. Two hours later a man in the Of |
ce of the company said was as good
typewriter as the factory had turn
d out, but that | had been abused. He |
Understands, thought.
After three weeks in secondhand
hop was purchased by school of
and typewriting Did ever
mother machine go through what
ID! A year later | was seized by
equity sheriff and got my first glimpse
politics. | was knocked down at
lction for trihe and was in public
hce for two months. Then again I
as back in the secondhand shop.
who should enter one day but my
d mistress. She wanted a machine of
y make-the only make, by the way
1t then we all say that She wanted
secondhand machine, and was
loWn her. Time had changed us both
le did not recognize me at first; then
le saw my number and cried. She
rried me away with her. Never, if
live forever, will forget the joy Of
elng her. She made me sing, and In
e delirium Of my joy OWNED her
oughts. and she scarcely had to touch S
Y keys. t
She never told me what had become l.
her other place the boss or the ma &
line that took my place. We were
a big office now. At times she b
ould sit and look at me as though she $
ere sorry that she ever had parted
ith me, but l was born for sorrow. f
Id after basking in the sunlight of L
r smile for two years she left me c
vered up one night. | never saw her {
ain a
when my cover was taken off | was 81
ain III secondhand shop with n lot
broken down hacks of inferior "
axes. Every day | think will be my ii
st. but | am hanging on, hoping, c
shlns, praying, that perhaps she has
I forgotten me, and as the brute who
working me swears at me as my old
Us shake and wabble | wonder if p
Will ever come. hope in her old 81
e that she is happy.-New York II
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Not Well Acquainted. III
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