Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1871-06-07
AN CID GAME.

Button button who ; got the button?'
These <vords fell in hurried accents oI
ycxation from the cherTy-ripe lips of Miss
Lucy Ware and were accompanied by a
fairy like av vtanche of fascinating screams.
She was just about to step aboard the cars
when she discovered her loss.
''Oh dear it was on when | started.
What can have become Of it2 can never
match it in this world -
And she cast a look of CONSERVATION at
the vacant place on her sacque, where there
should have been large agate button.
why don't you look around for it, - she
demanded Of her handsome cousin, Gerald
Wentworth, who was to see her safely start
Ell 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 ?
You'd better go back to your greasy machine
shop, unless you can find my button -
Tom Shelly lifted his hat, bowed low to
conceal shade Of pain that passed across
his face, and walked away. lie had come
10 take last look at the dcSpo!ic little
beauty before she passed from his vision
perhaps forever She was the incarnation
to him OF all that was bright, winning,
.sprightIy and lovabla; and after she was
gone he would muse and dream about her,
when she, perhaps, would bestow only an
occasional, transient thought on him as an
atom among her home "reminiscences.
Just then the warning whistle sounded,
and Miss Ware was compelled, ,sorely against
her will, to submit to her loss, and proceed
on her Journey.
She waved her handkerchief, crali Went
worth waved his hat, and then the latter
overlook Tom Shelly.
shes high-toned little piece, Shelly, ="
he said.
who? Oh yes Miss Ware. She isto
be gone for long time, ! belieyo?"
"AI winter.
Tom sighed. He looked at his rusty
clothes and contrasted them with the cle-
CANT suit of his companion.
shes pretty proud isn't she p
Proud as Lucifers sister-if he had
one" laughed Wentworth. Though I
Iep' know as | ought to say that. l think
4 good deal of her myself
You do o?''
''Yes-shes my cousin, you know.
She Is very beautiful. "
And she knows it too
Tom was silent. He did not feel capable
Of maintaining his careless tone; SO he
looked straight ahead, and he planted his
heels on the pavement with vigor as he
stepped
They say you're the best man in Dan
ming maehiue,shop, Shelly How that p
Curse thc machine-ahop and its grease
and dirt exclaimed Shelly Il wish I'd
chosen some more gcnteel business
well it isn't Is neat as ii might be, to
be sure. But still, when you get up to the
top, it's all right. Look at Dunning how
he stands in the community. He began by
kindling the fires, you know"
Here the two turned off in different di-
rcctions Their brief conversation passed
from Wentworth's mind Immediately; but
Tom remembered it, dwelling and lingering
on each word, and turning it over and over
in his mind There was no torture so de-
Iightiul to him as to hear Lucy Ware talk
I'd about, and to mediate on whatever con
Cerned her in near OF remote degree. He
watched by stealth her smiles, and was an
cry with all the world because he could not
resist the infatuation. For he ought to
have dismissed her from his thoughts with
contempt after she refused one night to 90
10 a concert with him because he did not