The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1916-09-21
MR.. WHITMAN'S PROPOSAL
BY ANNETTE FOWLER.

ohN A1AtACA DuSiAJ nmOh3 tAS P'@AS ~A.'
paraphernalia on top.
'Miss Hemphillp The curt stHc
cato Of his voice was If anything lit
tie sharper than usual.
eyes, Mr.. Whitman" Margare
stopped typing instantly and instinc
lively reached for her pencil.
zone more letter before l leave
please"
'Yes, Mr.. Whitman" She came owe
and sat down In the chair beside hi
desk, her notebook ready for dicta
| ton.
Mr. Whitman opened the drawer
again, looked intently within and shu
it. He may have been searching fol
inspiration. Whether he found it OF
not, he cleared his throat and began
my dear Miss Blank" Margare
waited, for Mr.. Whitman had stopped
u suppose it's little unusual t
have a letter of this kind typewrit
ten he explained but the lady is q
very sensible person and matter OF
fact enough to see no reason why 9
proposal of marriage should be any
different from any other business
proposition"
do you think marriage is bust
ness proposition?' she asked.
Eyes, certainly 1t is. What else IL
1t but for two contracting parties tc
enter into a partnership where each
puts in capital of some sort to helI
the firm along?"
Since you put it that way 1t Isl
said Margaret. Then she added, "Bui
it isn't exactly my idea of matri
mony."
He eyed her sharply. isn't it7"
"Shall / go on with the dictationT
was her only comment.
"Yes, please. My dear Miss Blank
have been very closely associated
with you now for several years and In
that time / have assured myself thai
you are possessed of all the admirable
characteristics that make an idea
wife. On the other hand, / fiatter my
self that the things / have to Offer
the woman who consents to be my life
companion are not to be despised, anC
/ hope you will look favorably on my
suit, for | entertain a deep affection
for you, Miss Blank, and hereby hum
bly, offer you my heart and hand
which / sincerely hope you will ac
cept. / am yours most cordially,
JAMES WHITMAN"
A pale pink flush had mounted Mar
garet's cheeks ald there was pecu
liar twitching Of the mouth that she
could not control. Mr. Whitman's keeT
eye caught her perturbation and he re
joiced inwardly at the result of his
missive upon his usually unemotiona
steaographer
Copy 1t off for me right away, then
please, and I'll mail it on my way
home." Ard her employer, looking oui
of the window and seeing his car al
the curb, retired to wash off some Of
the office CRIME before leaving.
The door of the outer Office burs
open and young man rushed in.
Hello, Margie, where's the bossr
Ssh He'll be back in minute
Bob. I've something rich to tell you
Mercy You mustn't do that here
For Bob had tiptoed over, tilted back
her head and kissed her boldly on the
lips.
Here and anywhere, dear old girl
Say, Marg, I've come to see about
rlJ ~ -
over, that's all. I've just about come
to the conclusion that I'm not going tc
wait any longer"
Ssh = admonished Margaret agar
as footstep sounded outside.
"AIr Whitman" began Bob, nerv
ously. his courage suddenly oozing al
the sight of the heavy-set face of his
employer, Il came to see If you
couldn't give me little more money
You see, I've been here Eve years ano
/ think my services are worth more
now than they here at first, don't
youl"
mo, l don't. Office clerks are as
thick as crab apples. can get one fol-
half your salary tomorrow morning. |
This was facer. Bob tried new
tack But l was thinking Of getting
Mr.. Whitman. Don't you
think a married man is steadier and |
worth more to you than a single one.
ia certainly like to have a boost, Mr.
Whitman! I've got a dandy nice
girl !"
The trick worked. The other. think.
Ing of his own venture upon the same
sea, and not in the least doubtful as
10 the outcome, cast a benevolent eye
on the young man and looked over al
his steEographer's bent head. "Why
maybe you're right Mr.. Service. A
married man is worth more. All right
you're getting eighty. wen make it
/ hundred. How's that7"
"Bully for you!" beamed Bob.
Thank you very much, indeed, Mr.
Whitman. Won't You congratulate
neg Miss Hemphin has consented to
,e my wife and. thanks to you. we
an get married now without further
lelay."
Margaret turned around smiling,
'ut Mr.. Whitman's expression caused
ier to spring up suddenly in alarm.
"Are YOU sick?r she asked. "Boh.