A Tame Surrender, A Story of The Chicago Strike

gentleman in question needed three typewritten copies of a long essay he had written, and needed them at once. It was now four P.M. on Tuesday. He came for the work at five o'clock Wedn

head and already settling about the corners of the soft, sensitive mouth. He did not know that all alone she had returned to the office the previous evening and worked until midnight, then hied her homeward fast as cable-car could bear her, only, with racking nerves and aching limbs, to toss through almost sleepless hours until the pallid dawn. He did not know that in order that he might have this work on time she had never

for my inexperience. I have to leave town to-morrow, and needed this before going. Mr. Langst

ng slightly. "Some of it was hard to decipher, and the technical terms were new to me. If you wil

three times to-day for words he himself could hardly make out. It is over eighteen thousand words, according to my count. I know what such work is worth i

lls and handed him the ten, the two, and the small change. "More than sufficient by just twelve dollars and fifteen cents," she quietly said, "provided it be understood t

k for work much shorter and done leisurely," said he, "and yo

the last twenty-four hours than in the previ

ms. In adjacent office blocks the electric lights were beginning to gleam, and the pallid hues of dying day were fading from the wintry sky. Forrest's business was done, and he had no excuse to linger. She stood there facing him, evidently expecting him to go. Never before in his life had he encountered anything of this description. He had read and heard that many a girl delicately reared was now employed as book-keeper, typewriter, and stenographer, in offices all over the land, and here was one, plainly-

and I shall be fortunate if I can get you to do i

, sir, and

ly in view of the long trip ahead of him on the morrow, but he begged off. He had an evening's work ahead, and must get home betimes, said he. He compromised, however, on a modest tipple, and, not caring to fight his way through the crowd in either car or street, summoned a cab and was soon comfortably trundling to the nor

elled as he obeyed. Forrest sprang out, turned back, and in another moment was raising his hat to the girl, who glanced up with nervou

walking all the way home, and after such a long day's work. My

. "I always walk after a long day's wo

nd-forgive my reminding you of y

even he would had he not been drinking. You seem to have

t that you have done and the little you would take." They had reached the cab now, and he stopped invitingly, but she neve

"I used to be a good tramper on the Plains, but have been getting out

e declined. He shifted his packet of triplicates under the right arm and tendered her, with courteous bow, the left, and she "preferred to trudge along without it, thank you," yet in so pleasant a way he could not find fault. He wa

. "It will cost eighteen at least. Your fifteen

h he read to her at her office, which were faithfully stenographed and promptly, accurately typewritten, and there were soon some evening walks home,-several of them,-and Forrest found the way curiously short as compared with the original estimate. He was deeply interested in his work at head-quarters

ated himself by the lieutenant's side. They had ha

coming for months, and ought to have been p

e married,

weeks. She's a girl I

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to consult dictionaries and the like,-no leisure, half the time, to read over the letters submitted for my signature. I must trust to my typewriter; and girls educated up to that standard come too high for our sa

is work that demands all a girl

has her evenings at home, however, unless some of our library a

ow a g-a lady, I should say, who is intelligence and accuracy combined, an

or sixty dollars,

an suspected that many men who came to the busy office in the heart of the city were far from respectful. He remembered how his blood boiled one afternoon wh

ermit it," he sa

"Not one man in ten thinks of taking off his hat or dropping his cigar when he enters our 'shop.' No,

checked at the start?" he found himself constrained to ask, and the

nce. We simply try not to notice small impertinences, Miss B

nt, almost annoyance. He pretended to busy himself with his books, but was evidently listening to what was going on, and Miss Wallen was decidedly constrained. Presently he arose and came forward, saying, with much suavity of manner, "You must pardon my intrusion. I could not but catch something of this conversation, and had I known before that Mr. Wells was contemplating a change here I should have eagerly availed myself of the privilege our friendship gives to recommend this youn

ason for rebuffing, but good reason for showing gratitude. Forrest gravely bade her good-evening and good luck, and Miss Wallen walked away with her lodger in close attendance. All the way home he descanted on his influence with Wells and the trustees. He was already, he said, contemplating taking a position in the household of Mr. Allison, the millionaire magnate. He took it, in truth, within the week, and wrote Miss Wallen that it had given him

from Mr. Elmendorf, felicitating her upon the promotion of her devoted and dutiful daughter, and himself upon the fact that this good fortune was probably due to his determined and persistent presentation of her daughter's claims before the trustees, whom he had frequent opportunity of me