Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1869-08-25

and some wax, besides my scissors.
You ought to have housewife, Mr..
Thornbrooke, said Miss lily timidly, lift
her long lashes in his direction. Lily never
could speak to Thornbrooke without "a soft,
little rosy shadow on her cheek
"A what?' demanded Mark, turning
red.
"a housewife -
1s'Yes, said Mark ,lafter moments awk-
ward hesitation, ''my friends have often
told me so-and really think so myself
you know-but what sort of a one would you
recommend, Miss Raymond? p
''0h, any pretty little concern. I'll send
you one in the morning, if you'll accept of
it, she added, with a rosy light on her
cheeks again.
It'll accept it," said Mark, feeling
a; if he were in an atmosphere of ,,earl and
gold, with two wings sprouting out of his
broadcioth, on either side. And just as he
was opening his lips to assure Miss Lily
that he was ready to take the priceless gift
necessary delay, the door opened and in
walked Jones.
Marx was not at all canabalistic in his
propensi5ies, but just then lie could have
eaten Jones up with uncommon pleasure.
Aud there the fellow sat until Mark rose in
despair to go Even then he had no op-
por;uuiIy to exchanges a prIya,e word with
Lily.
You-you'll not forget
'-Oh, | ii be sure to remember," said she,
smiliHgly, and hat wondering at the uuusu-
ii pressu.e he gave her hand. Ladies' Of
ten do provide their bachelor friends so. -
Maik went home the happiest individual
that ever trod a New. York pavement. In-
deed so great was his felicity that he in
dulged in various gymuastlc capers indica-
tive of bliss, and only paused in them at the
gruf caution Of a policeman, who proba
bly, had forgotten his own couriing days
Come, young man, what are you about2"
WAS there ever more delicate way of
assuring me Of her favorable consideIaticnY
Was there ever more feminine admission
of her sentiment? OF course she will come
herself-au angel, breathing airs from Par
adise-oh, the delicious wolds! Wonder
what neighborhood she would like me to
engage residence in-how soon 1t W ould
he best TO name the day? Oh If should
awake and find it all bliSstul dream ?''
''Eariy the next morning Mr. Thornbrook
set briskly to work, rigging up things.
How he swept and busted and scoured-the
room was aired to get rid OF tobacco smoke,
sprinked with cologne, and made beautiful
seneraiiy. And at !ength when the dust
was ail swept into a corner, and covered by
"a careies>ly & disposed newspaper, he found
the window glass murkeys and polished 1t
with such vensence that his iist. haudker-
chief and all, went through, sorely damag
ing the hand and necessitating the ungraee
iul necessary of an old hat to keep cut the
Sintry blasts for the time being. However
this nishap did not long damp his spirits,
for was not bily coming?
Long and wearily he waited, yet no tinkle
of the bell gave warning OF her approach.
It's all her sweet feminine modesty,"
thought he, and was content.
At length there was au appeal below, and
Mark heat jumped into his mouth, beat
ing like reveilie drum. He rushed to the
door, but there was no one Lut little grin
ming boy with box.
Miss Raymonds compliments, and here S
de housewife, sir. -
THE housewife, you little imp of Ere
bust
Yes sir, in the box, all right
Mark slunk back into his room, and open
ell the box, half expecting to see full dress
ed young lady issue from it Ia Arabian
Nights: Bat not was only little blue
velvet book. aud full of odd compartments
in azure silk, containing tape, needles, silk,
scissors and thinbles, and all the nice work
table neceSsaries.
And she calls this housewife, v groaned
Mark, in inctfable bitterness OF spirit at the
downfall of his bright visions. But
wont be put off so.
Desperation gave him courage, and off he
hied to the Raymond mansion, determined
to settle the matter..if there were forty Jones
and Esthers there.
But Lillian was alone, singing at her EN-
broidery in the sunshiney window easement.
Dear me, Mr.. Thornbrooke,is anything
the matter?"
Perhaps it was shadow from the splen-
did crimson cactus plumes in the window
that gave her cheeks such a delicate glow
perhaps-but We have no right to specu-
lata.
"Yes." And Mark sa. down by her side,
and took the trembling, futteriug hand.
ssYou sent me house wife this morningY'
"Wasn't it right" faltered Lillian.
SIT wasn't the kind | wanted at all.
Not the kind you wanted r
''No: prefer live one, and came to
see if | could change it. want one with
brown hair and eyes-something IN short,
Miss Lillian, just your pattern. Cant
have it?
Lily turned white and then red smiled,
and then burst into tears, and then tried to
draw away;her hand; but Mark held it fast.
Yes she said, with the prettiest con-