Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1871-06-14
SHE WAS ONLY a SHOP GIRL.
= Natty Love story.

/ GloveS, sir! L es, Sir. what number
The words fell with tired sigh from
the lips of young girl, who stood be
hind the counter, and caused Douga
Lennox TO take second look into th,
sweet face, and dark grey eyes which me
his for the first time.
Bending over the box of gloves, which
she had taken down for inspection, th'
young girl sighed again and Douglas
hastily rose from the stool upon wh;cl
he had lazily dropped.
i am ashamed TO sit while you are
standing he said 4 am sure you must b.
very tired, are you not?'
The young girl would have refused tc
notice the remark from most strangers
upon any subject except their purchases
but there are some people we instructive
ly feel we can trust, and Douglas Len
nox's kind voice and frank, honest free
effectually disarmed resentment. She
looked and said:
Rather tired. l have been on my
feet all day. and the faint smile which
dimpled the corners of her mouth added,
in the young mans eyes, TO the winnirg
beauty Of her face.
But surely you can sit down when
You have a spare moment! he said, some
what Indignantly.
The young girl shook her head. No,
not in business hours
1t is a shame said Douglass. 81
have heard that such examinations exist.
ed in our city, but l never really believed
it,
1t is allowed in some Stores said the
you lady.
Then why do you not leave your
place here and so to such one? asked
Douglas.
She gave another faint smile. II
YOU had been shop girl for four years,
and knew the difficulty of getting stu
alton, you would not ask that question.
Then hastily pushing second box OF
gloves toward him, added in a lower
tone:
Mr.. Sheldon is coming this way
should lose my place if he heard what |
said. Please look ut the loves
And Douglas, not stopping to examine
whether he got the number he wanted or
not, quickly selected two or three pairs,
paid for them and left the store.
But he carried with him the image OF
the sweet faced shop girl, and it haunted
him unaccountably all Gay.
Poor little tired thingr be said pity.
ingly, Il wish she were my sister, and
, then she needn't work SO hard
Unce or twice he curled his naughty
lip ut the idea that he, the aristocratic
Douglas Lennox, who was sole master OF
handsome place upon the Delaware,
who counted his money by thousands,
aud who had been for several seasons
the lawful prey of all the lawful mammas
and matrimonially inclined daughters in
society," should be wasting so many
thoughts on little shop girl! But Len
nox had no false notions about taste.
And when. rather early the next morn
ing, he took bis way to the same store,
Douglas acknowledged to himself that
his real object was an interest in, and a
wam desire to see again, the winning
face which haunted him since yesterday.
That she recognized him, Douglas fell
sure, from the faint, sweet smile, which
again dimped the corners OF her small
mouth. But be said nothing, however,
with an early glance of admiration. and
when, in making the change, her soft
hand accidentally touched his, it sent q
thrill through his whole frame.
'WhewP be said to himself, lifting bis
hat, aud drawing free breath as he left
the store. Douglas Lenuox, l believe
in my soul you're captivated at lsst And
that, too, by little shop girl whose
name you don't even know! Wonder
what sister would sayr And as be
thought of his stylish sister entering thai
very store, and perhaps trading with tina
very little girl, entirely unconscious tina
her brothers eye had ever rested admir-
ingly on the sweet face, Douglas laugh
, ed aloud
Well, after the little speech he made
as he 4eft the store, l think you can i'm
agine about what followed. 1t was as
tonishing how many little purchase
Douglas found be could not do withou
in the next few weeks. And instead O
dropping in at any store he happened t
pass, he only went to one particular store
And if it so happened that he was waite
on by any other than one particular clerk
he had the blues all day in consequence
How earnestly he longed to learn be
name, nobody knew but himself. H
dared not ask her, and he did not know
how else he could learn. But 'fortun
fayors the brave you know, so on
morning, while he was busily selectiu
some cambria handkerchiefs from DO!
the proprietor of the store came up an
! addressed her, calling her Miss RomeE