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"I've been afraid of that. Don't go I don't know what I'd do. I'll be careful I won't get you talked about." "Talked about!" She tore herself away from him. "Why should you get me talked about?" she cried. He was frightened. "No, no," he stammered, "I didn't mean " "What did you mean?" "Well as you say, you're my stenographer, but that's no reason why we shouldn't be friends.
"Ready!" chanted the red-headed O'Brien, and, just as he had expected, the Hon. Raphael Hogan limbered up in his slow, genial way and said: "If Your Honor please, the defendant would like a few days longer to get his witnesses. Will Your Honor kindly adjourn the case for one week?" He did not notice that the stenographer was taking down everything that he said.
The young man looked away as if he expected to find his answer in the farther corner of the room. "I don't know as you'd call it unusual," he replied half-hesitantly. "There were a good many callers. Shall I bring you the list?" "Yes." The stenographer went out to his desk and brought back a slip of paper with the names.
Garson exclaimed, eagerly. "They ain't even to be called as witnesses?" Burke nodded assent. "You're on!" he agreed. "Then, here goes!" Garson cried; and he looked expectantly toward the stenographer. The strain of it all was sapping the will of the girl, who saw the man she so greatly esteemed for his service to her and his devotion about to condemn himself to death. She grew half-hysterical.
It was now very close to the time when I must summon a cab and drive to the ferry; and yet I was still shy one stenographer. I had seen scores; they simply would not listen to the proposition. "Why does a gentleman in the backwoods of Florida want a stenographer?" they demanded; and as I had not the faintest idea, I could only say so.
For the first time since she had entered the office Betty was rather glad that Mr. Renshaw was away. Conscious of her defects as a stenographer she had been looking forward somewhat apprehensively to the interview with her prospective employer. But this long, solemn youth put her at her ease. His manner suggested in some indefinable way that the whole thing was a sort of round game.
Harold C. Haydock Her brother. . . . . . . . Dr. Terence Gould Her mother . . . . . . . . Mrs. David Dyer Stenographer . . . . . . . . Miss Rita Simons Office-boy . . . . . . . . Miss Myrtle Cass Maid in the Grimms' home . . . . Mrs. W. P. Kennicott Direction of Mrs. Kennicott
I don't more than half trust that young fellow, Dix, Callahan's day operator. And, by the way, Mr. Frisbie is sending me a stenographer from Denver. If the young man turns up while I am away, see if you can't get Mrs. Williams to board him." McCloskey promised and dropped off, and the one-car special presently clanked out over the eastern switches.
Without loss of time Boyd installed himself and his friends at a hotel, secured a competent and close-mouthed stenographer, and then sought out the banker with whom he had made a tentative agreement before going to Chicago. Mr. Hilliard greeted him cordially.
"Don't!" said Emma McChesney faintly, and shook off his hand. "Your stenographer can see What will the office think? Please " "Oh, darn the stenographer! What's this bad news of Jock?" Emma McChesney sat up. She smiled a little nervously and passed her handkerchief across her lips. "I didn't say it was bad, did I? That is, not exactly bad, I suppose." T.A. Buck ran a frenzied hand over his head.
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