Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1911-11-19
ROMANCE IN A sKYScRAPER
Shattered when the Heroine
Talked.

The young man who figures in this
Is employed in an office in a sky
scraper His desk is by window that
overlooks a court. Directly across the
court from him another person works
at a window. Yes, this person Is q girl,
Of course. There wouldn't be any sense
In taking off ones coat and recording
a lot Of facts about two men working at
two windows at opposite sides OF a court,
would there?
Now, a young woman. II she be of face
and form and garb that constitute a
balm TO the optics, may be a source Of
much inspiration-if one may believe all
that gets into print. Still. II the truth
be known in the case Of this young man,
he might have accomplished more for his
employer II there had been no haired,
rated young creature across the way.
For the sight OF the girl across the way
and concentration were things apart.
The young man would look at the figure
across the court when there were figures
on paper right in front Of him that he
might have looked at. Once he was Of
fered a better Job with another firm, but
he stayed where he was for the sake Of
the view.
Don't get a wrong impression. It was
not in a flirtauous spirit that the young
man gazed absently across the court.
The creature at the window opposite was
not the kind that couldn't make her eyes
behave. She had her eyes under perfect
control. There was something about her
that dispelled any notions one might have
to get familiar without formal introduce
ton. She had a sweetly serious counte-
nance that made one think she must be
great help to her mother. There was
something unusual about her. She had
her soft. lustrous hair propped UP some
with rats, 1t Is true. but not to ex-
tremes. Her eyes were full OF gentle
ness and she smiled often. Not at any
body. though-just smiled good humor-
edly as she took dictation or went ahead
with her work.
The young man across the court
dividing his attention between two kinds
of figures had never heard her voice.
but he knew that It was soft and low
and resonant She didn't come to work
with a different outfit on every day,
either. But she always wore color COM
binations that seemed to have grown w
together. and her shirtwaists were won
derfully fresh and neat. That was one
thing that appealed to the young man
opposite.
In the six months or more that the
young man had been looking across the
court at the features Of his ideal their
eyes had never met squarely-not once.
She would look over occasionally in a
dreamy way. but when the two lines OF
vision were about to become coincldent
she would glance leisurely away, 1t was
impossible for one to send any wireless
Honest, / know you'd like me" meg
sage to her. Pretty refreshing, too, the
young man opposite told the boys in the
office. She wasn't going around making
any chance acquaintance, but he was
willing to bet that once a fellow got to
know her real we'll she was the sort OF
girl who would take n keen interest
in him, would chide him for not wearing
a vest on a cool evening when he might
catch cold, and would notice every time
he wore a new neclStie.
At last he found himself in the realiaa-
ton of one OF his fondest hopes. He met
her! 1t happened out at one OF the
beaches. She had gone out with her
sister, and her sisters gentleman
friend. and this friend was acquainted
with an old friend OF our hero, who was
out there, and things worked out so that
everybody was introduced all hands
around. The young man Of the window
on the court and the creature of the
window opposite strolled away to talk
things over until the next dance should
start up.
I've saw you at the window a thou
sand times" she began. "Of course,
never liked to rubber or nothin'. Nav
always brought we girls up not to stare
at no one. and the boss Jest about throws
fit IL be sees anybody in the office
lookin' as IL they wasn't tending strictly
TO bizz. / never have knew such place
to work. ia have went TO some other
office long ago only the pays pretty
good. and need the cash"
The young man danced with her ST.
lently and then excused himself His
illusion was so rudely shattered that he
felt like a man who had been struck
over the ear with a paving brick. Next
week he is going TO have his desk moved
away from the window.-New York
Times.