Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1871-06-17
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like avalanche of fascinating screams. Sh
was just about to step aboard the car
when she discovered her loss.
oh dear 1t was on when 1 started
What can have become of il ? lean neye
match it in this world
And she cast a look of CONSERVATION n
the vacant place on her sacque, where ther
should have been large agate button.
why don't you look around for it p sh,
| demanded of her handsome cousin. Geralt
Wentworth, who was to see her safely star
ted on her journey.
He elevated his eyebrows at her imperi
GUS tone, and scanned the ground at Their
feet.
what are you looking at, Tom Shelly 2
l ou'd better go back to your greasy ma.
chine-shop, unless you can find my but
ton y
Tom Shelly lifted his hat, bowed low tc
conceal shade of pain that passed across
his face, and walked away. lie had come
to take last look at the despotic little
beauty before she passed from his vision,
perhaps forever. She was the incarnation
| to him of all that was bright, winning,
| sprightly and lovable and after she was
gone he would muse and dream about her,
when she, perhaps, would bestow only an
occasional, transient thought on him aa an
| atom among her home "reminiscences.
Just then the warning whistle sounded,
and Miss Ware was compelled, corely
against her will, to submit to her loss, and
proceeded on her journey.
She waved her handkerchief, Gerald
Wentworth waved his hat, and then the
latter overlook Tom Shelly.
She's high-toned little piece, Shelly
he sail.
who? Oh yes Miss Ware. She is to
be gone for n long time, l believe p
All winter
Tom sighed. He looked at his rusty
clothes, and contrasted them with tho Gle
CANT suit of his companion.
She's pretty proud isn't she =
Proud as Luciler's sster-ifhe had ono. ;
laughed Wentworth. Though l don't
know as ought to say that, 1 think good
deal of her myself
You do p
'Yes-she's my cousin, you know
She is very beautiful
And she knows it too
Tom was silent. lie did not feel capa-
BILE of maintaining his caro- lss tone 60 he
looked straight ahead, and planted his
heels on the pavement with vigor as he
stepped.
They cay you're tho best man in Dun
ning's machine-shop, Shelly. How's that2'
Curse tho machine-shop and its grease
and dirt y exclaimed Shelly. 4 wish I'd
chosen some more genteel business
We'll, it isn't as neat rs it might be, to
be sure. But still, when you get up to the
top its all right. Look at Dunning-how
he stands in the community. He began
by kindling the fires, you know
Here tho two turned off in different
directions. Their brief conversation
passed from Wentworth's mind immedi-
ately; but Tom remembered it, dwelling
and lingering on each word, and turningi it
over and over in his mind. There was no
torture SO delightful to him as to hear Lucy
ware talked about, and to mediate, on
whatever concerned her in near or remote
degree. lie watched by stealth her smiles,
and was angry with all the world because
he could not resist the infatuation. For he
ought to have dismissed her from his
thought with contempt after she refused
one night to go to q concert with him be-
cause he did not dress well enough. He
was wounded and cut ; but the circum-
stance did not bring common-sense to his
head. lie sulked, and toiled, and hoped
with miserable, doubling hope, and
pocketed his fifteen dollars week, and was
still an abject slave. 81
Miss Ware was going to New York to
now he had her last words to think ola
command to go back to his greasy machine
shop.
When he left the shop that night it was
to walk home with slew steps and n thought
ful face. Luminations in which there were
CLEANS OF sense, energy, and purpose ran
through his head.
He found supper waiting, and sat down
opposite his mother with an absent, pre-
occupied look.
Are you tired, Tom p
No, not particularly
i thought you looked so.'
.Dunning began at the bottom, didn't he,
mother And why can't L work up to
where he stands now? Yes, Wentworth
was right. I'll do it p
DO what, Tomp
oh, nothing-only Pm not going to stand
at the lathe all my life-I can tell you that
why, what's the matter, Tom Aren't
you doing very well now p
No. Pm nothing but a greasy, begrim-
med laboror. But III make my mark yet,
or give up the ghost
Mercy don't talk SO. 1 thought you
were very weA satisfied
Satisfied y contcmptuously.
1T is wrong to murmur against ones lot
We ought to be thankful
Don't mention the word 'thankful' to
me Pardon me, mother, don't mean to
speak unkindly but-well, there's going
70 be q change; that's all
You don't mean that you arc going to
leave Mr.. DunningY'
No, no.
What was it about, Mr.. Wentworth p
oh, met him TO day'-Tom blushed
-'and he reminded mo OF how Dunning
began us u chore-boy, and Of the way ho
stands now. And thought, why can't
one do il as well as onother ! Why can't
1 doiti'
Tom looked at his mother in defiant,
argumentatiye way,
I'm sure don't know she replied
slightly nonplussed. but you shouldn't
deceive yourself by building air catchers.
I'm take care OF that, hut Two got an
/ idea that | mean TO work out. II may
amount 10 nothing
What Is Il, Tom y
Il cam. tell you now. You know that
| brains sometimes mako more money Than
hands. ii could only lnyent somethlng'
Mrs Shelly shook heF head doublially'
'Inyentors are generally haFe'brained erea'
tuTcs.'
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