Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, N.D.) 1909-1915, 1912-06-21
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0 The typewriter went slower and
slower, and finally ceased, as though |
II hadn't q single click left In It
why the reminiscent light In the
eyes7" inquired the Audience OF One
ct the bookkeeper's desk.
"Just something happened to.Ges
In a window opposite" responded she
OF the clickless keys. The Audience
OF One directed It's Saze at as many
OF the windows opposite as It couic
cover simultaneously.
"No use. They've gone now. !
guess it's all right. but I hardly knew
whether I ought simply to giggle Of
10 rush across and make 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, I hap.
pened on funny experience. ] was
pretty well discouraged, but one morn
Ing saw an advertisement in the
paper that filed me with a fond, wild
hope. Highly educated young lady
wanted it ran, of attractive appear
ance, rapid, accurate stenographer,
tactful and willing to do q little out
side work. Good salary and perma.
.nent position to right party or words
e to that effect.
ss$ n spent SO cents having my hair
waved and rs cents for facial mas
sage, borrowed my sisters best gloves
without her kind permission, and, IL
do say it myself. really didn't look
90 bad.
1T was In that grand big building
opposite when 1t 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.
g. when my turn came hadn't sat
In the chair of Judgment half minute
before knew had walked away with
the job.
II had been there only few days
when I 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
phenomenon. In the morning he was
very quiet. very dignifed, very bust
'::':a IN his manner. Toward
J ,'l,:, he hear: T. row cordial, and
= IN HE Afternoon. :. IL: three o'clsss,:.
lie baca:ce extrcn,,a'i a,:c:aEic, Teilir.is-
cent and not altogether distinct in his
speech. At five, when I was supposed
to go home, he waxed highly senti-
mental, verging upon the melodra-
matte, but wholly unintelligible
II sadly determined that after sal
airy day, when l would at least have
the price of pair of shoes. and@a bar
gain haiti the landIady wasn't too
pressing-I should, like Bridget
sO'Rorke, give notice. Meantime, how
ever, things assumed more exciting
aspect. One afternoon the door opened
with a flourish and half ton of bright
\ red roses entered, moving toward me-
across the room. On looking closely
/ saw my romantic employer was act:
ing as the motive power. almost com.
plerely concealed by the masses Of
bloom. My lap, my typewriter. the
chair and good part of the floor, all
were inundated by the tidal wave OF
roses. and In the middle distance stood
the gallant gentleman, somewhat I'm,
u steadily. his face perfect match for
the flowers, and pride and triumph
VI beaming from his eyes. =
'Thash only the beginning" he an
nounced. with deprecating glance at
the tidal wave. I can shpen money
like alike "a drunken shailor,
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 there7
Ehash Trinity church. Sure's mg
names Jack Wayburn, I'm going ia
take you over to that church an we'll
do the thing up proper. Nobody'Il
have anything on ush. All n. II
you won't come today. you'll come t.
& morrer. h a5>'.yE n 4: # NJ
4 was 80 scared that I don't know
how ever got home, but did and
had to send him note the next day
instead Of coming to his beautiful Of
fice any more. But, oh, I had to go
without the shoes after all. And the
hat. And the landIady began to get
sarcastic. But ! soon got this Job,
and I'll hold onto 1t until st's time
for me to go into the Old Ladies'
Home. 5 "A.
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
hard road to travel sometimes, don't
you But what did yoa see IN thu
ssindoW Just now r.
Oh. that's the funny part I just
casually glanced over at those win.
ssS GoWs. wondering ff the Dashing De
vtra.