The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1908-06-11
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GIRL
By FRANK n. SWEET

Can YOU spell pretty good, Mis-
Wilus?"
Why. yes; think go" the girl az
swered
Then | guess you'll 60"
Zig broad shculdereG Reub Gayitl
10. ked do~sn at the young woman ap
IproHlngiy
Your work with me will be rathet
Paying. You see, frankly, Il haven
any edrcatiou to speak Of, can't spell
an ca9 hardly write my own name
ar hrVe recently come into LOT al
Ltone5 an a big business. | think
| nave head for he work. an the de
termination an energy; but it's going
10 De stiff pull for me to get the edu
cation In this I'll want your help
| would rather you know all this now
than to pick it mp piecemeal with a
new shock every day
There was a light flush on the girls
face as she seated herself at the desk.
Already she liked the big, frank,spok
en- man whose every tone and look be.
spoke kindly sincerity. But what
would he say If he knew of her real
purpose in coming to this little out.
ofthe.way town?
The next morning they commenced
work and as the days went by they
settled down 10 the steady, practical
details Of the large business The new
typewriter proved herself not only
competent with the machine and spell.
ing, but with keen insight ana In.
tetrest in the work as well.
But more than this Being in such
close companionship day after day and
week after week Mr. Gayith 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
aud anxious and more reserved.
Then one day Miss Willis became
conscious that her employer was bend.
ing over his desk laboriously compos.
ing letter.
Il guess I'll have to get you to type
write an send this, Miss Willis" he
said, placing the letter before her.
She glanced at the address. her eyes
"Why-why-what does this mean.
Mr., Gayith?" she gasped.
He laughed ruefully. THE things
this way was guide for a hunting
party once-before came into the
money, YOU know-an' there was a nice
Young fellow who got sick an talked
to me a lot about his folks. an espe-
oially his sister | hadn't ever run
across many girls, an this seemed to
be wonderfully fine one, an'--an'-
well, | ell in love with her, or rather
with his talk Of her. OF course. | j
lidn't hint anything. for wasn't no |
BODY, an he an she was educated an |
lad money; but | got her address an |
sept It. When | came into the money /
wrote an asked her question, an /.
The answered, an SO we got TO cor.
responding Then after awhile | /
.sked her to marry ne. an she partly I
Promised You see. we liked each 9th.
RS letters
But do not understand yet-your
iame, and-and the letters?"
That's the small part of it," rueful-
y. Il was afraid she might know my
.ame through her brother, so took
ny middle one, Reuben Lincoln. an
fter | wrote the letters had them all
opted out by friend 50 the spelling 4
would be all right But the worst part l
s that don't love the girl any more. /.
love somebody else. That letter tells 4
all, an asks her to release me. If n
he does, his voice trembling a little, Il
/ shall ask you to marry me, Miss
Willis If you won't-well, the letter
lust 20 on just the same 1t won't be
light for her not TO know now"
Miss Willis was on her feet, her
yes moist, her lips trembling She
)ok his letter and deliberately tore it
part, dropping the pieces into a
astehasket.
Il don't want to read it. Mr.. Ga
ith," she said, and | don't want you
, love me- You must love the other
irl. She is the real one. Don't you
Understand? We lost our money, and
learned typewriting.
Then after II had partly prom
ed ! was afraid | might have made a
.istake. / once knew a girl who an
gered an advertisement. and il did
1t turn out well. When | saw your
otice it seemed a good opportunity to
,me here under an assumed name and
nd ont who Mr. Lincoln was. | have
sked two or three" raising her eyes
it'll a half smile, and none of them
rer heard of a Mr.. Lincoln in this
sigh bUrhoOd II looked as though /
ld been duped But really. Mr.
ayith. would rather you would keep
] loving the other girl. There isn't
" Miss Willis"
The depression had left his face by
is time. and it was grinning broadly.
You're Miss Estelle Longmore. :
en- he said
Yes"
An will you. as Miss Estelle. an
ter that letter" nodding toward the