The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1932-03-10

his competent little stenographer, en-
tered his office humming gayly.
''Why the mirth on Monday morn
ing, Miss Sylviar he asked.
"The old, old reason-joy in having
created something's she told him.
"Ten me-let me be joyful, too"
persisted the cashier.
He had known Sylvia since her
childhood. Theirs was friendly,
family acquaintance as well as
business association.
II will-but you won't like It,"
Sylvia laughed.
"Oh-conceived the idea Of getting
married. suppose"
Sylvia raised her hands in protest
''Not at all. But the effect on you
will be Just the same. 1 am going
into business for myself"
The cashier listened while the girl
unfolded her plan. The idea had
come to her on Saturday morning like
a flash of lightning from the unknown
spaces. She had recognized it at once
as an inspiration, and all through the
weekend she had been turning it over
in her mind until now 1t was con-
crete plan all formulated and ready to
put into action.
'Then you'll be typewriter doctor,
gather" said the cashier when she
had finished her outline.
'Yes-that's an attractive way to
call it. There is no one in town who
can mend a machine. You know your
self what a nuisance 1t Is when the
typewriters here In the office are out
Of order. We have to send to the city
and not only pay the mans expenses
but wait till he finds 1t convenient"
"Oh, think you have hit upon a
splendid idea. I-of course we hate
to lose you, but we can't expect girl
with your ability and ambition to go
on working for some one else at per-
haps twenty dollars week. Go to
1t, Miss Sylvia, and we will give you
all the support we can"
Thus Sylvia severed her connec-
lions with the BroOkville bank but
she took with her all the good will Of
the officers and employees who, one
and all, promised to help her to get
launched In her new venture.
She found a diminutive Office on the
main street and called herself a
Typewriter Doctor" She had ma
tive mechanical sense and more than
a little practical business ability.
1t was not long before Sylvia was
very busy, and she had found it nee
essary to make few trips to the
city in order to learn from the makers
Of various machines a number of in
tricate little peculiarities of their own
typewriters. But she was quick and
determined to succeed. Nothing
seemed too difficult. She was happy
and busy and she was experiencing
the thrill that comes with achieve
ment.
One morning young man appeared
IN her office.
"Good morning." she said cheerily.
The visitor explained that he was
writer and that he lived on a farm
outside the limits of the city. His
typewriter had become very badly in
need of parts and repairs while he
was in the middle of some work for
weekly publication. He asked wheth-
er he might bring in his machine and
perhaps rent one for a few days.
That was his problem.
Sylvia assured him that that was
her work, and she had several ma
chimes on hand that she could let him
choose from. For by this time she
had not only gone into the business
of renting typewriters but she had ac-
CURED the agency of neat little port
able machine and was making hand
some commissions on this.
If the young woman recognized an
other finger Of fate pointing the way
to her pathway she did not admit 1t.
She confessed to herself that she was
glad Mr.. Bob Saunders would have to
return for his machine. She liked
him.
In day or two. Bob Saunders ap-
peared again. He was buoyantly
happy.
"You are a mascot as well as a good
typewriter doctor, Miss Bates" he
said.
'How do you knOw?" asked Sylvia,
for his machine was not ready.
II have sold the story I wrote on
the rented machine for more than a
third again of what have ever re-
ceived before from the same people,"
he told her enthusiastically. "Now
can well afford to get the parts"
He remained In the little office
longer than was necessary, but Sylvia
kept on working. He was lost in ad.
miration Of the deft. easy way in
which she went about mending this
machine, adjusting that one, cleaning
another.
1t became a habit-watching her.
"Could u-perhaps-doctor the
heart Of typewriting man, Miss-Syl-
via?" he asked her one day after many
weeks.
'T-might, if 1t needed It," admit
ted Sylvia.
II think If you would-we-we
could make success-together." Bob
wrote better than he talked.
But Sylvia managed to understand.
And her response was all that he had
hoped for.
land, besides, the doctor needs a
partner" she, told him afterwards.