The Caucasian., 1913-07-08
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Thrilling Tale Of an .lmag-
inative Typewriter
u. arANNrTrr n WAL. WORTH
b. JEANNErTE H. wALwoRTH

SIT is mlSht.
ait is miscarriage"
at Is misdemeanor."
"Misdemeanor7 Oh, why, no!'
"Wait-now wait I expected to be
Jumped on by both of you at once. but.
/ repeat. it is q misdemeanor."
Indignation was flashed at the speak
er from two pair Of fine eyes. respec-
lively brown and gray. Said Brown,
Il move that Miss Theodora Cum
mings be called upon to substant1ate
her very grave charge"
Said Gray, Moved, seconded and
carried. If that Is the proper thing to
do to move"
Said the misdemeanor girl: "Resolu-
ton entirely uncalled for. That Is what
I intend doing as soon as can get the
f1oor''
The floor being granted, Miss Cum
mings proceeded judicially: you, Imo-
gen Marsden, call it misfit. I pre-
sumo you mean that this darling little
fat, with it's wide park outlook, giving
one such a comforting sense Of being
In the country, is decided misft to
the lean purses Of three petticoated
breadwinners. Our vaulting ambition
o'erleapt itself when we rented It."
The misfit girl nodded mournful
acquiescence. Defendant turned upon
the third member Of what was known
Ii the apartment house as 'tthe bache-
lor maid trio.'
"And you, Letitia Copeland, called It
miscarriage, / suppose because all
Of our big plans for cooperative house
keeping have resulted In what threat
ems to become cooperative starvation"
"a dreadfully unsatisfactory predic-
ament."
mo one denies that. So there we
are"
mo, there we are not. It is not GUS
tomary In these open avenue days for
women to whimper because they have
not mans chances. It has just been
half an hour since our landlady dunned
u.s. A whole month must elapse before
she can repeat the offense. Much can
happen in month. Something must
happen to this aggregation. We must
do something out Of our beaten paths"
For example7'
Let's write prize story" suggest
ed Imogen, typewriter.
ITO be declined with thanks,' snap
ped Lefty.
Who knows7 Not II you go about Il
In the right way
"And'I l. Theodore Cummings. parti-
ceps criminis, pronounce 1t misde-
meanor for harebrained typewriter
pointing the finger OF scorn at Imogen;
"a trained nurse with only occasional
cases." Withering Miss Copeland with
q glance, .and miserable little sheep
fsh newspaper reporter, = pecking VI
ciously at the buttons on her own shirt
waist, ito be faring sumptuousIy on
sardines and chocolate eclairs with
three months rent due and threat Of /
ejectment hanging over Them
Then iced tea was poured and sugared
with severe energy. Lefty Copeland,
your levity Is misplaced and dispieas-
ing. Shall we get out r
Not until writ OF ejectment Is
served on u.s.
That 1mogen should be missing from
the supper table perhaps week later
did not excite any surprise In the little
fiat. She was the fortunate possessor
Of married cousin living In Harlem.
and invitations to spend the night with
her came frequently to the typewriter
girl, never to be declined. Therefore she
was missed understandingly. Doubt
less she had phoned her intentions, as
she always did, but no one had been
Oh hand to receive the message. They
were always sorry to have her vacant
chair confront them. More emphatical-
y than the other two, she was the
hon1emaker. Absence from the supper
liable meant absence from the break
last table and, as dinner was a down
town function for all three, reunion |
could be only the next day at supper |
line. Therefore when, contrary to
precedent, she walked In upon them be-
.ore they had left the breakfast table |
heir surprise was quite natural She
aughed in strained. nervous way as /
The flung herself into her chair at table.
Any coffee left, Theo? Give me
'ome hot and strong, please"
u Why-but''
Don't talk to me yet, girls. Give me
|ome coffee, hot and strong. / have
Keen shaken all to pieces know you
re wondering why did not take my
,reakfast ut Maggie's IL Che
huddered. Il will tell you all as soon
s can control my foolish nerves suf-
lciently. did not come home from
'syVhat7 Where. theny~
THE bank-the park. / mean-not In
he park. Of course. got locked In
have had d night Of horrors. I have
ad my thrills and my goose flesh
nth 4 vengeance. Oh. girls, Theo.
Vhat g scoop could give you for your
aperp'
"Save,it FOL: your prize story
Don't make fun ef me. can't
tand much more
nxvNz . @sz - Il