Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1912-05-17
The Oh-Told
Tale

The typewriter went slower and
slower, and finally ceased, as though
it hadn't single click left in It.
why the reminiscent light in the
eyes?" inquired the Audience OF One
at the bookkeeper's desk.
"Just something I happened to see
in a window opposite" responded she
of the clickless keys. The Audience
of One directed it's gaze at as many
of the windows opposite as 1t could
cover simultaneously.
mo use. They've gone now.
guess It's all right. but hardly knew
whether / ought simply to giggle or
to rush across and make a rescue"
The Audience of One stuck its red
ink pen behind one ear and listened
with the other to the story.
"Once upon time, when the panic
was on in full force and a job was
as difficult to find as an eligible young
man in the marrying mood, l hap
pened on funny experience. / was
pretty well discouraged, but one morn
ing I saw an advertisement in the
paper that filled me with fond, wild
hope. Highly educated young lady
wanted it ran, of attractive appear
ance, rapid, accurate stenographer,
tactful and willing to do a little out
side work. Good salary and perma-
nent position to right party or words
to that effect.
ST spent SO cents having my hair
waved and rs cents for facial mas
sage, borrowed my sisters best gloves
without her kind permission, and, If
1 do say 1t myself, really didn't look
so bad.
"It was in that grand big building
opposite when it was first put up, and
the windows looked right out on Trim
ity Chapel.
There were three other girls wait
ing outside the railing, but when I
sized them up knew right away they
had no chance with me, for the Mar
eel was extra good and my shirtwaist
was straight from the laundry.
when my turn came ! hadn't sat
in the chair of judgment half minute
before knew had walked away with
the job.
ST had been there only few days
when l saw plainly that there was
mighty little work to be done except
to listen to the jovial boss tell the
story of his life. 1t was interesting,
but rather lurid, with too many high
lights. I also observed curious
phenomenon. IN the morning he was
very quiet, very dignified, very BUSH
ness like in his manner. Toward
noon he began to grow cordial, and
in the afternoon about. tn zee o'clock
he became extremely sociabe, reminis-
cent and not altogether distinct in his
speech. At five, when was supposed
to go home, he waxed highly senti-
mental, verging upon the melodra-
matte, but wholly unintelligible.
81 sadly determined that after sal
airy day, when / would at least have
the price of pair of shoes, and a bar
gain haiti the landlady wasn't too
pressing should, like Bridget
O'Rorke, give notice. Meantime, how
ever, things assumed more exciting
aspect. One afternoon the door opened
with flourish and half ton Of bright
red roses entered, moving toward me
across the room. On looking closely
I saw my romantic employer was act
ing as the motive power, almost COM
pletely concealed by the masses OF
bloom. My lap, my typewriter, the
chair and a good part of the floor, all
were inundated by the tidal wave or
roses, and in the middle distance stood
the gallant gentleman, somewhat un-
steadily, his face perfect match for
the flowers, and pride and triumph
beaming from his eyes.
"'Thash only the beginning" he an
nounced, with deprecating glance at
the tidal wave. I can shpen money
like alike IA drunken shailOr,
m'dear. Got sh-sh-shix thous'd dol
larsh over there in that shafe. You
en- have it. You can have anything
Jack Wayburn's got! Come over here
to thish window. There! Look out
winder. Shee church over there?
Thash Trinity church. Sure's my
names Jack Wayburn, I'm going to
take you over to that church an we'll
do the thing up proper. Nobody'lI
have anything on ush. All RI. IL
you won't come today, you'll come t.
morrer."
II was so scared that l don't know
how I ever got home, but l did and
had to send him a note the next day
instead of coming to his beautiful Of
flee any more. But, oh, had to go
without the shoes after ALL And the
hat. And the landIady began to get
sarcastic. But I soon got this job,
and I'll hold onto 1t until it's time
for me to go into the Old Ladies'
Home"
The Audience of One took down the
red Ink pen from behind its ear,
reached for the ledger and sighed
you poor little girls do have kind OF