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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (July 16, 1924)
JO ELLEN 1 By ALEXANDER BLACK. Copyright, 1924. J| (Continued From Yesterday.) The squarish office had a partition inclosing Mr. Trupp's desk. In the open room were the typewriter desk, ; a pair of filing cabinets, and a heavy black walnut affair, like a wardrobe, that bulged with papers. On top of the filing cabinets, and filling the space between the wardrobe and the corner, were tied packages and a lit ter of circulars. "Yesterday,’’ said Miss Rosen, "he paid me for my full week and slipped me a ten spot for a present. Not so bad, eh? Told him he mightn’t see ino this morning unless he got in early. I can show you where every thing is. Do you know filing? It's easy the way he has it.” In half an hour Miss Rosen had ranged the topography of the office, pulled out all the drawers of Mr. Trupp's desk, Indicated the situation of bank books and such-like, and the whereabouts of various printed forms, ns well as letter paper, carbon paper, pencils, and so on. "But he'll tell you everything he wants," said Miss Rosen, as if to sug gest that Jo Ellen need not remain in any anxiety as to details. It ap peared, too, that she was in some ex citement as to getting away. "You keep thinking you’ll forget something. I'in not a bit nervous generally. But it comes to me every once in a while —Sunday night!” "I suppose it would be exciting,” observed Jo Ellen. "Listen, dearie, It’s exciting all right. There’s so many things to get ready. I have a traveling dress that’s one dream. And it has to be altered vet. Then there’s the eats. Ninety people. M’ father’s a great fellow for Rhine wine. Y'ou'd think that was all there was to the wedding. Of course, my mother cries most of the time. You have to expect that. Well, dearie, goodby. I’m going to come in some day. Soon as we get back. To see how the old place is going. Have you got a novel? You've got to have a book. I’ll leave you 'Gilded Pas sion.’ It's awfully good. By-by. Tell Mr. Trupp the bride sends him her best!" That first moment of being alone In the place was appalling to Jo El len. She had imagined it as a thrill ing plunge. In fact it was as if a lid had been closed over her. The window of Mr. Trupp's room looked into the street. The other window beside the typewriter desk revealed a cleft between the buildings through which she could trace the yellow mar gin of an apartment house. The rum ble of the street accentuated the aloof ness of the office and the foolish sus pense of waiting. It was eleven when the door clicked. "Now, wasn’t that a funny thing!" exclaimed Mr. Trupp as Jo Ellen put aside "Gilded Passion," "here in this huilding—right on my own elevator— ---' \ New York --Day by Day --—I By O. O. M’INTYRE. New York, July 16—They »o!<l at auction the other day the wardrobe of a man considered the best dressed man in New York. He was a silver haired boulevardier whose immacu late presence graced almost every event of importance. He had 54 walking sticks—ranging from the half-length swagger stick to the ponderous cane with a carved ivory handle. There were light bam boo for the morning walk and gold knobbed for the evening. The entire collection sold for $300. His wardrobe consisted of 31 suits —exclusive of riding, polo and golf togs. There were 14 overcoats, from fur lined to the Jaunty white lined Inverness. There were three dinner suits and two evening suits. He had 17 hats and eight caps. Three silk hats and one collapsible evt ning hat were in the collection. His elaborately monogrammed shirts came from Paris and there were 102 of all color and description. He bought his collars by the box end only wore each once. There w*ere 44 pairs of socks—all silk and mostly of retiring shades. His collection of lounging robes in cluded a black plush, a vivid red, a tan and one of Navajo colorings. Six teen pairs of silk pajamas sold for $150. He had five sets of shirt studs for dinner and evening dress and six dif ferent sets of cuff links for day wear. He also had a dime-thin watch for dinner clothes and one for full eve ning dress. Three wrist watches were u«ed for day wear. His necktie cnllertign im bided 20 black ties for dinner wear and two dozen whites for evening. Three hun dred other scarves for everyday wear went under the hammer for $60. He had 41 pairs of shoes for every kind of wear arid live sets of house boots and slippers. This well dressed New Yorker, by the way. divorced three wives. Evi dently his sartorial accomplishments took up most of his time. Each com plained that a few weeks after mar rtage they rarely saw him. The upkeep of such a wardrobe must he tremendous. This man had two valets and most of their time was spent polishing shoe* and pressing clothes. He changed completely three tunes a day and shaved morning and evening, it is all puite a revelation to those of us who still have a "Sun day suit." If I ever—madam, will you kindly stop those children from tittering— grow rich I'm going to use the coupon clippings in huilditiz the fin'-st bath room in the world I heller e any man can have more pleasure in a tine hath than with the do luxlest wardrobe ever invented The finest one I ever saw' W'os cut out of solid niai hie and had steps loading into It. There was ; n. telephone at the elbow and a nb he | holding a bottle „f Sou -li. a glass and a spigot running odd water. There were ryodle sprays and in electrli-ai !* shocker Hint a rubber pillow to rest tbe bead. About the only Improve ment r ran think of Is a self-starting, lion scratching Turkish Imtb towel One clerk at a railroad terminal in formation desk answered 2,turn purs lions in a day, lb* was slumped by only two. ilia- v the i line of tile lending hotel In Juliet. Til., and the oilier was the name of the biggest laundry In |)rn nr, t’olo. Among other p nest ions lie had to answer were: How far h\ motor from Ja»s Angeles to Ran Diego’ Who is the present mayor of Indianapolis'’ What i ts •**» of Oi«rl»s Rchwah * coun tr.v binutf 'v«sa din Mw Vault ha*a [ '»•* «pyv* «>(BI «MHt ^ I0UA9* ' • •* j I meet Lindlcy Case, a chap I used to know when I was a kid in Chllli cothe! Bump right Into him! And he tells me he's been on Fifty-third street for four years. In the steel business. Hadn't seen him since—well, I guess it was nineteen-three anyway. ‘Lind ley,’ I says, 'you’re getting old.' And he is. Funny how some men age. Too feverish. You ought to hear him! 'You'll be quite a sizable boy yourself when you grow up,’ he says. His father had a farm next to ours out on the state road. Looks the spit of his father. The old man wasn't much of a farmer. Full of crazy ex periments. Terrible temper. They had him up once for punching a fer tilizer salesman. And now Lindley and I bumped into each other. Isn't ‘.hat like New York?" Mr. Trupp moved Into his room and To Ellen used the pause to remark that Miss Rosen had been compelled to leave, but had been very kind about showing her the way around. "Good work! Nothing intricate about things here. You'll find It plain enough. Some people are fearfully fussy. The Trupp way Isn’t that way at all. What is business? Noth ing but common sense. Just being ready for Opportunity. You can't grab It by the collar. You can look sharp for it. You can be hospitable But you can't be rough with-it. No use getting hysterical." There was a sound at the door. Jo Ellen had a feeling as of Opportunity faintly knocking. A queer, shabby man, with a slant ing mouth and eyes that did not seem to lift their glance above the floor,' came in like a diffident shadow. "Morning, Wilton!” tossed out Mr. Trupp. As the man (who made no answer ing sound) turned mechanically to the chair in the corner, Mr. Trupp sig naled to Jo Ellen to step close, then muttered, "A cousin of mine. Per fectly harmless. Don't mind him. Mr. Trupp surveyed his desk. "No mail, eh? Well, Miss Rewer. I'll bf back after lunch. Something I’ve got to tend to. Make yourself com fortable. We ll get along fine." Jo Ellen wondered whether she ought to speak to him. When Mr. Trupp said, “Don't mind him," he probably implied a silent acceptance of Wilton. As for Wilton, he evi dently did not expect to be spoken to. He sometimes gave a shrug and changed his position, with his eyes still set at that vacant downward angle. He spat noiselessly, but Jo Ellen winced at the sound in the re ceptacle. Perhaps he was something like an Idiot. She didn't remember ever to have seen an Idiot. Miss Rosen had said nothing about Wilton, but Miss Rosen was 1n such a hurry that It was possible she had omitted a great many items of sug gestlve information that one might otherwise have felt It advisable or at least interesting to communicate. Once while Jo Ellen was going ori desperately with "Gilded Passion" she heard Wilton sigh. She did not turn her head. Just before 12 o’clock Wilton arose quietly and went out, closing the door stealthily, as If he were safeguard ing a secret. II. Mrs. Bogert had strongly seconded the Injunction of Jo Ellen's mother that she shouldn't try to get along with one of these cream puff lunches It was a diversion to begin the experiment In lunch places, of which Jo Ellen found many with in a short radius. The first day’s choice fell to a blue and white "tea room." She felt con strained to hurry back to the office, in view of the uncertainty ns to what Mr, Trupp meant by "after lunch." It was half past two when he came In and he dictated two short letters very deliberately. Before Jo Ellen could transcribe them he told her a a long story about a hotel experience he once had In Dayton; and when she reached the typewriter at last, palpi tating with eagerness to test her notes, he came out from his room to say, "You know. It's that way about hotel clerks. You take one that's been brought up in the country and he's different. Something human about him. Understands men, and keeps his head. When he puts his hand out—well, you know he has a background. These fellows born on a fire escape show it every time Good men, too, some of them, lots of polish and all that. I know ono used to be a minister. There's a fellow down here In the—yes, In the Knlck erbocker—was a college professor Four or five languages. What of that? I don’t care If a dock came In. ycur farm man has a way. He has a way. Pits It over. Ray, that uncle of yours—there's a man I like'—say: what he means—we got on fine to gether—wasn't exactly farm, but h< had the country town bringing up and you can tell It. Says you were born up there where it's almost country —and New York, too—that's the Jok<-' -—and we ran see what it did for you Well, here's business beckoning ut unward!" Jo Ellen heeded the beckoning of her typewriter and a great weight seemed to elide off when the two let tcrs were signed. She took them out and dropped them in the mail chute. Perhaps Miss Crowe would have found fault with the typing, but Mr. Trupp bad no criticism. He appeared fin fact, to nfflx his swinging signa ture without reading them. Tet it was possible that his trained eye had accomplished a quick scrutiny. In what remained of the afternoon after Mr. Trupp's departure Jo Kllen was Incited to practice, which kept her from thinking about the dreadful silence. There was an exhilaration nbout going home. The clatter of the train gave a crescendo to the day. And there was a novelty about entering the house as a returned worker. She had so little to tell that her mother seemed to suspect her of concealments. It Is true that she hid the creepy annoyance ehe felt as to Wilton. She tried to make a Joke of him; and she didn't dwell on the hollow times when she was alone. It might not lie playing the game to say too much about that, though It was the feeling closest to her. . . . The next morning was rather busy, since Mr. Trupp onme early and there was not only four or five letters, but a number of insurance blanks to be Riled In, and these last tvere exacting; especially ns they were wider than letter sheets and the carbon paper was hard to manage. Mr. Trupp told her to take her time, nnd In the afternoon found only one thing that should be done differently. 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