Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1912-05-11
The Of-Told
T n
| ale

| IL naQn single CLICK lell III IL.
why the reminiscent light in tn,
eyes?" inquired the Audience OF On,
| at the bookkeeper's desk
Just something | happened TO SCI
in a window opposite" responded she
of the clickless keys. The Audience
of One directed it's gaze at as man!
of the windows opposite as 1t couiC
cover simultaneously.
mo use. They've gone now.
i guess it's all right, but l hardly knew
whether l ought simply to giggle Oh
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 a 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, hap
pened on a funny experience. l was
pretty we'll discouraged, but one morn
| ing | 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 little out.
side work. Good salary and perma.
nent position to right party or words
to that effect.
II spent 50 cents having my hair
waved and rs cents for facial mas
sage, borrowed my sisters best gloves
without her kind permission, and, il
l do say it myself, l really didn't look
so bad.
1T 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
sized them up knew right away they
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 a minute
before knew had walked away with
the job.
Il had been there only a few days
when | 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. | also observed curious
phenomenon. In the morning he was
very quiet, very dignified, very bust
ness like in his manner. Toward
noon he began 60 grow cordial, and
in the afternoon about three o'clock
he BECAME extremely sociable, 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.
Il sadly determined that after sal
airy day, when / would at least have
the price OF pair of shoes, and bar
gain haiti the landlady wasn't too
pressing-I should, like Bridget
O'Rorke, give notice Meantime, how
ever, things assumed more exciting
aspect. One afternoon the door opened
red roses entered moving toward me
across the room. On looking closely
l 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 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. can shpen money
like alike "a 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'll
have anything on ush. All RI. II
you won't come today, you'll come t.
morrer."
II was so scared that | don't know
how | ever got home, but l did and
had to send him note the next day
instead of coming to his beautiful Of
fee any more. But, oh, | had to go
without the shoes after all And the
hat And the landlady began to get
sarcastic. But | soon got this job,
and I'll hold onto it 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 or
a hard road to travel sometimes, don't
you? But what did you see in the
window just now"
"Oh, that's the funny part. l just
casually glanced over at those win
dows, wondering If the Dash!ng De-
tective still had his offices there, when
what do you suppose! There he was
in the window, with scared-looking
girl by the wrist. He was pointing
ever at the spire of Trinity. The clock