The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-02-26
Redemption of Jimmie
From the Dallas News

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 When Jimmie threw off the pressure of the letter press he should have noted that the worn wheel liberated the copying book quite easily, but he had been reading good book-at least he called 1t a good book-and his thoughts were far away
 He was a handsome ranchman. His COW pony had just carried him safely from the disappointed redskins, and was poised on the brink of a bottomless precipice, crouching for a.
 Then he dropped the copying book. and it fell sprawling and shedding damp typewriter letters on the floor.
 Hurriedly shaking out the remainder Jimmie cleaned them as best he could and turned hls attention to the sick looking book of tissue leaves.
 He was alone in the office, for the Boss and Miss Gaynor the stenographer, lunched at the same time, leaving Jim mic to keep office,
 Because it was almost time for them to return was the reason Jimmie had laid Maurice the Man Killer" behind a row of filing cases and hurredly copied the letters Miss Gaynor had left
 Gathering up the book tenderly, Jim mic opened it and long, low whistle escaped him.
 The copies were so'bad nobody could ever hope to read then-just dots and spots. He had not pressed them hard enough.
 Jimmie considered swiftly It would do no good to try to copy them again; he knew that. Then thought came to him "a mean. sly, selfish thought.
 With one look at the clock he yielded. He reached into the drawer of the table he called his own and took therefrom a treasured tin box. In 1t was battered typewriter ribbon.
 It was a worn out ribbon Miss Gaynor had stripped from her machine weeks before and Jimmie had thought it might come in handy some day.
 Hurriedlv Jimmie took the fresher rib lon from the typewriter and replaced it with the worn out one, and scarcely had he washed the purple ink off his hands when the boss arrived. followed shortly afterward by the stenographer.
 Miss Gaynor!' beloved the Boss a few moments later. The stenographer stood beside him.
 What do you think of that?" inquired the Boss. holding up a very dirty letter. Now. see here-I'm very sorry but you're growing very careless. Look at that smear
 Bring me that copy book" he called to Jimmie. Jimmie produced the book much as a criminal might give up a skel- elOn Key.
 Look at that!" stormed the Boss. "1ve told you several times, Miss Gay nor to keep fresh ribbons on your ma chine. No man living could read these." Without word the girl turned took her hat from the closet and began putting it on.
 Where are you going?" demanded the Boss. The girl stared at him coldly.
 You'd better get a more satisfactory stenographer. she said, and went out, closing the door.
 Then something in Jimmie broke. He forgot everything except the injustice of lit all.
 .Call her backr, he ordered the Boss. q done that
 The amazed Boss went to the head of the stairs and called in such a tone that the girl defianty returned
 .I spoiled the copies," said Jimmie, feverishly ''an' changed the ribbon on her machine. If anybody goes, I do." The Boss looked%at the girl.
 Jimmie" she said, T don't believe you'd do 1t again.
 "No'm I wouldn't" said Jimmie, but dd.'
 'If." said the girl, looking at the Boss, "I should make copies of the letters, could Jimmie copy then-right?"
 "What do you think, Jimmie?" asked the Boss
 "Yes, sir: yes, ma am," said Jimmie.