That Printer of Udell's: A Story of the Middle WestWright, Harold Bell
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That Printer of Udell's: A Story of the Middle West
Wright, Harold Bell
Christian fiction; Middle West -- Fiction; Printers -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
"You can quit," replied George, "but I am going to run off some of
this stuff before I go." And he proceeded to lock up the form.
With a look of supreme disgust on his ink-stained countenance, the
other removed his apron and vanished, as though fearing his employer
might change his mind. At the foot of the stairs, the apprentice met
Clara Wilson. "He's up there," he said with a grin, and hurried on out
of the building, while the young lady passed slowly to the upper floor.
The stamping of the press filled the room, and the printer, his eyes
on his work, did not hear the door close behind the girl; and only
when she stood at his elbow did he look up. The machine made three
impressions on one sheet before he came to his senses; then he turned
to the young lady inquiringly.
"I--I--thought I'd stop and ask you to come over to the house this
evening; Mother wants to see you."
"Hum--m--m, anything important?" asked George, leaning against the
press. "You see I'm pretty busy now." He shut off the power and stepped
across the room as the phone rang. "Hello--Yes, this is Udell's--I'm
sorry, but it will be impossible--We close at six you know. Come over
first thing in the morning--Can't do it; it's past six now, and I have
an important engagement to-night. All right. Good-bye."
"Oh, if you have an engagement I will go," said Clara, moving toward
the door.
"You needn't be in a hurry," said George, with one of his queer smiles.
"My engagement has been put off so many times it won't hurt to delay
it a few minutes longer. And besides," he added, "the other party has
done all the putting off so far, and I rather enjoy the novelty."
The young lady blushed and hung her head, and then--but there--what
right have we to look? It is enough for us to know that Udell's
engagement was put off no longer, and that he spent the evening at the
Wilson home, where the heart of Clara's mother was made glad by the
announcement she had long wished to hear.
"Law sakes," snapped the old lady; "I do hope you'll be happy. Goodness
knows you ought to be; you've waited long enough." And for just that
once, all parties interested were agreed.
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