Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1871-12-14
Only a Shop Girl.

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Der" The word. fell with littic 4, -
from the laps Of the Young CIR. Who
stood bcliui the counter, and causin.
Douglas Lcnnox 10 take second ioo.>
into the sweet face aud dark eyes which
met his for the first time
Bending over the box oi gloves
WHICH she had taken down fur hls Iu-
spcction, the young girl signed again,
aud Douglas hastily rose from he stool
upon which he had laziIy dropped
4 am ashamed 10 sit when YOU are
standing he said. 4 ain sure You
must bc tired. Are You nptt
The youn. gil! would have rcfne i
To notice = remark from most strangers
upon any subject except their purcha,
e. but there are some people We in
stinctiycly feel We can trust, and
Douglas Lennox's frank honest face
eiicctuaIlv disarmed resentment. She
looked up and said
Rather tired have been on iny
feet all day and the faint smile which
,iimpled the corners of her mouth adj
ded, in the young mans eyes, % the
winning beauty Of her face.
But surely you can ST. down when
you have syare moment he SAID
somewhat Indignantly.
The young girl shook her head.
NO, not in business hours,
1t is shame said Douglas. Il
have heard that such abomlnatiOn, eN-
isted in our city. but | never really
believed it,
Its allowed in some establishments
said the young lady.
Then why do you not leave Your
place here and 20 10 one Of them ask.
ca Douglas
She gave another faint smile.
II you had been shop girl for four
years and knew the difficulty Of get
ting situation YOU would not ask
that question Then, hastily push
ing q second box of gloves toward
him. she added in lower tone. Mr.
Sheldon is coming this way. | should
lose nv place here if he heard what l
said. Please look at the gloves
And Douglas, not stopping 10 exam
inc whether he got the number he wan
ted or not, quickly selected two or
three pairs, paid for them and left the
shop,
But he carried with him the image
of the sweet faced shop girl, and it
haunted him unaccountably all day.
Poor tired little thingr he sail pit
yingly. i wish she were my sister,
and then she needn't work
Once or twice ne curled his naughty
lip at the idea of himself, the aristo-
cratic Douglas Lennox, who was sole
master Of an estate in the country.
who counted his money by thousands.
and who had been for several seasons
the lawful prey of all the managing Q
mamas and matrimonially inclined
daughters in society," should be vast
ing 50 many thoughts on little shop
girl.
But if he was aristocratic, Lennox
had no false notions about the disgrace
of labor. The little shop girl held the
same claim to honor in his mind that
she would have held had she been a
queen.
And when, rather early next morn
ing, he took his way to the shop. Doug
las acknowledged to himself that his
purchase was merely an excuse, and
his real visit an honest interest in, and
warm desire TO see again, the win
ming face which had haunted him since
yesterday.
That she recognized him he felt
sure, from the faint, sweet smile which
again dimpled the corners of her
small mouth. But he said nothing
except about the goods. lie looked
At her, however, with an earnest glance
Of admiration, and when giving the
change, her soft hand touched mis-, it
sent . thrill through his whole frame