The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-02-04

MI OWlliaI nOneSC lace, and thel
looked down upon the pavement.
Il know it's rather a come-dOw1
for young man who's been expect
: ing to be a New York merchant; bu-
it's better than nothing, my boy
and what's more, it'll be good fol
lyour health. My souls it'll makC
your cheeks red and plump.
a little while longer-a struggle
and a gulp-and Philip said;
''AIr. Dwinal, ! will come to-mor
row morning, and commence to drive
your wagon. Thank God, I have
found employment at lastw And to
himself he said, silently in his heart
Poor Nellie shall not suffer while
have strength and opportunity to la
bor."
What a wonderment there was
when people saw Philip Nettletor
the highly educated and the ornate
clad in a butchers frock, driving
Mr.. Dwinars wagon, and delivering
parcels of meat and vegetables
through the town.
1t did not happen on the first day,
nor yet on the second, but on the
third day he had to deliver a parcel at
the house where Ada Atherhng liv-
ed; and as he passed through the
gateway, with a heavily laden basket
on each arm, he saw the miaden
whom he had learned to love, look
ing upon him from one of the parlor
windows. He did not bow his head
in shame, but he gave a respectful
nod of recognition and passed on.
When he was once more upon his
seat, and had taken up the reins,
knowing that the gaze of the MAIDEN
was still fixed upon him, he said to
himself, Farewell Ada. You can
never stoop to this. But 1 had
never a right to hope, so what have 1
lost? What? save the privilege of
your, sometime, companionship,
which might only have lured me
more deeply into the pit of dissp-
pointment and sorrow"
On the evening of the same day
Amos Robbins sat in the little count
ing-room of the store of friend.
Two ladies stood very near to the
partition thereof, the upper part Of
which was of glazing sash, and open:
and this was what they heard spok-
en- by two men in the little box of
an Office. The first spoke in conti-
nuation ofremarks already made.
"Mr. Dwinel himself told me how
it was. You know Nettleton has a
sick sister, entirely dependent upon
him; and when he came out from
beneath the wreck of Brown & Bos-
wells house, he had not a five-dollar
bill. He has serched day after day
for employment"
AS 1 did broke in the silyery
voice of Amos Robbins.
"Yes," rejoined the other; but
unlike you he was determined to do
any work he could find, so that it
was honest; and when Dwinal offer
ed him the butchers frock, with ten
dollars a week, he took it.
Egad! it must have come tough"
said Robbins.
evidently not so tough to him as
idleness and debt" suggested the
first speaker.
II can't say that 1 am fond of i'd
leness," pursued Robbins; "but,
good Lord! to come down to driv-
ing a butchers cart wonder if
Miss Atherling has set eyes upon
him in that uniform. If she has,
she must have been somewhat taken
down. Nettleton has been quite in
innate with the golden lady, and /
have thought he really entertained
hopes of making an impression. But
-ye gods!-what an impression the
butcher-bOy must make, ehl By the
Mass! l consider my chances en-
HANGED an hundredfold by Philip
Nettleton's falling down from her So
cial circle"
The two ladies left the store. One
of them was Ada Atherling.
A few days after this cards were
issued for a select party at Miss
Atherling' Philip Nettleton re-
ceived one on the margin of which
was written:
"Shrink not He who has the moral cour-
age to do brothers duty at the risk Of social
position, need not fear that he can thereby be
lowered in the esteem Of ADA ATHERLING.
Philip Nettleton pressed that mis-
sive to his lips, and it was wet with
his tears. 1t was not much; but the
simple words, from such q source,
gave him more hope than he had ev-
er dreamed of.
The evening came, and people
wondered as much to see Philip Net
tleton there as they had wondered
when they first saw him upon the
butchers cart.-Amos Robbins Won
dered if Miss Atherling would deign
to notice him: and when, not long
afterwards. he saw the lovely heiress
take Philips arm and walk out into
the conservatory, he remarked to a
fried, ''Zounds! She don't know that
he drives butchers Cart!
Miss Atherling,' said Philip,
when they were alone, Il had, in my
mind, relinquished all hope of re-
tn ming to this Elysium."
"Had you thought, Mr.. Nettleton,
that Ada Atherling's esteem was of
so treacherous a character?
How earnest she looked as she
said this: and what a light supernal
there was in her large violet eyes;
and that trembling Of the hand
which rested upon his arm. Some
spirits have a power of interpreta-
ton that can read thoughts not spo-
ken-thevscatch them by electric
transmission. Philip NettletOn, at
that moment. believed that Ada
Altering loved him. And still un-
der the electric influence, he took
the hand that rested upon his arm,
gazed down into her face.
Miss Atherling-Ada- | must
speak one word, even though it be
the SIGN that separates us forever.
You speak Of este nj. How faro,
how far, towards the sum OF all
earthly happiness would your es-
TEEN suffer me to aspire"
"Mr. Nettleton-
There was moments hesitation,
and then the boble girl proceeded,
after the manner of speech Of her
COMPANION.