Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1870-09-21
And violet's eyes danced with pride.

No, don't 1 see that nothing but
honor leads him to offer me his hand. He's
in love with that Livia Armour, you see it
as well as do. But let us not discuss this
What must | do, where must go p
1t was twelve month after that before
Lindsey, in her black calico dress, staudins
beside her mothers grave
To New York, where | can surely find
something to do
Then she walked out Of the graveyard,
and down past the house where the Will
mots used to live before their sudden reno
val from the village Violet had never
learned where they had gone and she was
too proud to ask. All she had heard wa.
one day when she was sitting beside her
mothers bed. that the Wilmots were going
to move, and it was rumored a wedding wa.
on the tapis-a wedding between Gus and
Miss Armour.
She had felt a dull pain at her heart,
then sharper throb of agony a. she met
her mother pitying eyes. After that she
tried to get accustomed to it; but that chill
ly, cloudy day in early spring, as she passed
the old homestead that had gon. to other
hands, fierce, surging home. sickness rush
ed over her; she remembered how she had
loved in the dear old home, and of the jewel
she had cast from her.
Then she dashed away the tear and went
determinedly on to the little depot, where
she took the next train for New York.
And what can you do? You don't seem
very strong Tend baby, or do stairs
work, maybe p
Violet Lindsey stood at the desk of the
intelligence office; flush Of modification
on her cheeks.
Yes sir.
1t was the only answer she made, and the
clerk tapped the desk impatiently.
Come, what do you want? Ican't wait
all day. Here's couple of cards. One
wants child nurse baby six weeks old
No. 999 Lexington avenue. Tother for
cashier in wholesale dry goods establish
ment. Take EN- and try.
''Ill do so, thank you"
And thankful to escape from the Office
thronged with buxom Irish girls, and red
faced Germans, Violet took the cards, and
hailed a stage for up town.
No. 999 Lexington avenue was palatial
residence a huge brown stone front, with
plate glass windows, and sweeping lace cur
tains. Violet felt little afraid to ring the
bell or step into the little elegant marble
hoored vestibule, so she descended the iron
steps, to the basement; where everything
was more elegant than the parlor in the
dear old home.
The misses was in, shure and wud she
plase walk oop and spake wild her"
The good natured Iri.hwoman took her
through gorgeous halls, and up velvet car
pet stairs to a front apartment; and then
after tapping at the door, nodded kindly,
and returned.
Come in, said a low sweet voice.
Violet timidly entered, and then torrent
of hot blood surged to her cheeks.
Miss Armour didn't know" Then
the angry tear rushed to her eyes.
mot Miss Armour, Miss Lindsey, Mrs.
Wilmot."
Her voice did not seem as naughty as of
old certainly her face, with its dainty cap,
was less proud than of yore.
Mrs. Wilmot?'
She repeated the name with a sort of ter
ror; the lady did not seem to notice it.
Certainly might it not be, think you?
See this "
She threw aside lace curtain and dis
closed sleeping babe.
This is Master Gus.ie, for whom 1 wan
ted nurse 1 little dreamed you would
apply. Sit down-do. Miss Lindsey
mo, l must go and seek another place.
1 am poor and must earn my living.
She vept bitterly.
Il am sorry, very sorry, Violet. Can /
not assist you? Let me, please, for the
sake of old times, the dear old days of Or
angevale"
How her words stabbed the suffering
girl
You never liked me then, Violet You
thought, because | was more unreserred
than yourself, that | was friendly. You
we're wrong, my child. / loved you always;
| would have shown you that | did, only
that you would never let me.
Violet tears were ready to fall the kind
words were refreshing after her lonesome
ness in the great world of New York.
Stay to lunch, Violet, and see my hus-
band He will help you to a situation. He
said to-day there was vacancy in one of
their stores"
Indeed, cannot. | must go.
Promise to come again, my dear Vic
let"
She nodded an affirmative, and then hur-
rled blindly down stairs.
The front door opened and q gentleman
met her, face to face
why, Violet Lindsey
She uttered a little cry of dismay and
agony.
''Gus-Mr. Wilmot, let me pass"
She sprang away, her heart beating al
most to suffocatioD, her head whirlins diz-