Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1871-05-18

and forming sort of vestibule for
second door. This Dick unlocked, and,
gently pushing me before him, closed it,
saying, "Here's home, Dame Trot It's
puir one, but our ain Thank God
for that" s.-a q. --a- lr = fci
/" Oh Dick /" I cried, standing on tip
toe to hug him "what lovely little
room; darling old fellow has made
everything so nice for me-"
The darling old fellow kissed me
with very pleased face, and 1, subsidE
ing to my natural level and the ordin-
ary position of society, took a survey of
my apartment.
There was no carpet; but the floor
was waxed and polished in the French
fashion. The walls were painted pale
green, with bright, quaint border of
many colors, here and there twined
round by a scroll inscribed with text
in medieval letters. A round table
stood in the center, covered with green
baize on it were shining brass lamp,
and tiny vase full of violets. Scat
| tered about the room were simple
chairs -cane-seated, green framed.
Plants bloomed in the open win
Streaming, and outside one saw only
the stately walls and spire of the
church, and the waving boughs of trees.
A clock, its common frame made beau-
tiful by exquisite painting designs,
stood on a carved walnut bracket; a
rack of open shelves held modest sup
ply of china. A tiny stove and sink
were marked by a second screen, COW
cred with white canvas. ON which was
painted Gothic scroll and leaf work !;
through its may lines grotesque mon
sters peered and writhed themselves.
A chrome in pasee partout frame, some
sun-lit glowing scene in Italy, and few
of Dicks designs, formed our picture
gallery. Through a door beyond bed
! chamber was visible, shadeless, spotless
| and still.
"Do you like it, Dame Trot ?" asks
Dick, bending his stately head very
near mine.
I" Like it'll think there was never
any room SO charming. And I know
you did those lovely decorations and
made that killing screen-confess now"
Yes; I'VE keep a painter" says
Dick, laughing, "but he can only work
of-hours, unluckilY."
Then Shat was what made you so late
every evening this month and I was
SO cross, and accused you of neglecting
me, when all the time you were work
ing for mel Oh l'' and hid my face in
his waistcoat, profoundly ashamed of
myself. "Why didn't you tell me
What a horrid pig you must have
thought me p
1 don't know why or wherefore, but
my first proceeding thereafter was to sit
| down and enjoy a good, sound, old
fashioned cry; uprising from which, re-
freshed like DIR. Watts rose after the
shower, betook myself to the task of
unpacking my wardrobe, which Dick
had sent from Aunt Becky's the day
before. 1 took off my gray straw bon
net with its lilac ribbons, and the pale
gray silk, my best, and my wedding
gown, and hung those festal garments
in the closet; it seemed like taking pos
session of my home, that first bestowal
of my garments. Then, with a joyful
little cry of Richard, darling, to think
it should be true, and L am your wifel"
1 go about with my work, sing gayly as
a lark, " the melody of heart con-
tent"
"-Dame Trot," said Dick to me one
evening late in October, I wish I could
go in for this competition at Philadel-
phia. 1t would be thousand dollars
in my pocket to begin with, if my de-
signs are accepted, and the commission
of other work following it,
What is it, old man?" asked, rest
ing my chin on his shoulder as he sat
leaning on the table.
"Why this, don't you see ?'' pointing
to circular letter he had received, in
viting architects to furnish plans for q
certain public building.
"WeIl, why don't you go in? Of
course you can cut the old stupids out
in minute" 1 said, confidently.
"Ive no objections to try and accom-
plish that desirable end, certainly; but
how the dickens are we to live in the
meantime2 1t will be six weeks hard
work to get out the plans, and I shant
be making a cent; and IVe just got
twenty-five dollars in the world at pre-
sent" And Dick. crammed his hands
into both pockets with long and du-
bious whistle. t,5
-" How lucky resisted that black silk
last Juner' and slyly christening from
| the bosom of my dress, where I had
kept it pinned all this time for safety,
the little chamois bag, L held it demure-
ly before his eyes, saying, 4small con-
tributions thankfully received, l sup
pose." -s = - E5
Why, Dame Trot, what is this 2''
and unfastening the strings, five shining
eagles are poured out on the table.
&c Fifty dollars 7 Where did yeu get
it2" zEtc saszl Es1F =.
"Conjured it, of course; don't you
know Pm a fairy ?''
| No-but seriously"
I curled my hands about his neck,
and told him the story of; poor fathers
little legacy, and had saved half for
some good use. -. .~<E~ =rs
"oh, my pet my darling All your
money that you have saved so long. l
can't take it from birdie" 20 s
Nonsense! I saved it for you. Be
sides, consider it a very good specula-
ton, to make thousand dollars out OF
fifty" z .-
" But if lose the competition ?'
AYou won't lose it. I know you will
win it for me, Dick, because" and here
with crimson face, and the smallest
mewlet of voice, whisper something
in his ear which makes him start, and
his brown eyes flash with joy and tri.
umph. Then he takes me closely to his
heart, saying, in low, broken voice
half pain, half exceeding love" Good
bless my darlingl Good keep her,
and''-a long silent kiss followed the
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