The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1913-06-21
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the Giving

II think III have to change my POI
sitlon," declared the little stenograph-
er, belligerently. as she closed thel
drawers of the filing cabinet with a.
force that would have smashed any
but a steel contrivance
BE calm, be calm!" demonstrated
the bookkeeper as he turned for fur
Their particulars. "Count one hundred
slowly and then tell me about IT,"
well. I've nearly made up my
mind to changed" she exclaimed, drop
ping into chair. "Tm going to look
for private office, private secre.I
taryship!"
ooh, ambition ails you. does itf'-
The bookkeeper smiled knowingly
SALARY ran low at Christmas?" !,
mo, 1t isn't that" objected the lit
tie stenographer, "but, of course, I'd,
just as soon have an increase of sal
airy. think could use It," She
paused, meditatively. mo, I think
I'd be willing to stay here, if only to-
remain In your company"-he smiled
and bowed-"even with the meager.
stipend now receive, II I could use,
It for my own needs, and In my own
way!" )
"Ah! Aged mother-crippled broth,
er-educating little sister," suggested
the bookkeeper, helpfully.
"No." returned the little stenograph-
err. with surprisingly little heat. Not
that you mean 1t. and yet that's the
very reason! But It's some ono else's
mother and brother and sister!" The
little stenographer looked at him out,
Of sad, wide eyes.
"Say," exclaimed the bookkeeper.i
"you aren't playing square. You've.
got to talk, not look sad. Why, in a
minute I'll be handing you my pay
envelope!"
well, to prevent such dire catas-
trophe I'll explain" she agreed. 1T
begins In the morning about two min,
utes after I get my hat of and my
pocket book by my side where all may
see It. The door opens, and as it's
my duty to greet all callers l have to-
get up and talk. Now, all the men
have said not to call them except on.
real business. and can't tell every,
beggar, or agent. or little boy or girl.
to go see Mr.. Brown or Mr.. Danielsl
My position wouldn't be worth two
cents IL l did! And can't call Mr.
Brown or Mr.. Daniels out to see;
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and they at once proceed to work on
my sympathies. They think II they
can't get the big men perhaps / can
help them a little. look kind-oh. +
know I do, for they all tell me So.
and won't please help them out?
81 can't tell them that have mo-
money. for they see my giant bag. and
they know there must be something
In 1t. You may ask why I don't buy
small bag. Just big enough for car
fare and lunches. but it's the honest
truth that don't have enough money
left from my many charities to buy,
one!
at might be all right and do my
soul good, II only I felt charitable
but don't. not a bit! fairly despise
every youngster who pleads. I'm try
ing to earn money by selling this
chewing gum or these beautiful
cards!" And when a woman explains
that she must have $40 to pay her
rent or else be compelled to 60 out
on the street with a three-month-old
baby, I'm fairly nauseated!
mo, It isn't charity. not bit OF It..
snow, I like to>give something some
times when feel that can spare 1t.
but don't like to do the charity work
for this whole big establishment. Why.
! give to everybody! And why? For
pure shame! That's all It is-rm
ashamed not to! Somehow or other.
everybody makes me feel that I'm
selfish pig II don't help. and I'm
sorry all the time they are talking
and ever afterward that I'm 80 soft,
but can't help It!
$50 you see, the only remedy I
know Of Is q private secretaryship.
where I can give commands to the
outer ONCE force not to call me for
anything at all! Do you happen to
know OF anybody who Is In need Of
my services In that capacity?" II