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By rice and satin bows does mere man become aware of weddings . But bride knoweth bride at the glance of an eye . And between them swiftly passes comfort and meaning in a language that man and widows wot not of . THE ROMANCE OF A BUSY BROKER Pitcher , confidential clerk in the office of Harvey Maxwell , broker , allowed a look of mild interest and surprise to visit his usually expressionless countenance when his employer briskly entered at half past nine in company with his young lady stenographer . With a snappy `` Good-morning , Pitcher , '' Maxwell dashed at his desk as though he were intending to leap over it , and then plunged into the great heap of letters and telegrams waiting there for him . The young lady had been Maxwell 's stenographer for a year . She was beautiful in a way that was decidedly unstenographic .