Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1871-07-21

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Wyman felt himelf crimsoning again al
he named an obscure street where ''chcal
goods were sold at cheap rates.
"We'll drive there ?"
Grant Wyman found himself, he scarce
knew how, costly established among REQ
velvet cushions by his friends side while
st. John called out to the ousted servant to
meet them at the address his friend had SC
| reluctantly named. johnson stared super
ciliously. RS s. stoF,3ss3 ~
z"Well if amt heavily bit as good as a
shop boy p he muttered between his teeth.
"But Mr.. St. John was always hodder than
Dicks hatband." 30
"What are you going to do with me, Tai.
bot p asked Wyman, as his friend drew in
front of the tawdriIy. dressed. windows Of the
second-rate trimming store. tss .is Ee-'
81 am going to send you to the park for
a drive-you look as if you we're in the first
stages Of galloping consumption Z -,
! Wyman smiled sadly. ua q
"You are very kind, but it is quite i'm
possible, Talbot -..e.s... q
Yet st. John knew in the very tones of
his voice how the poor young man yearned
after that forbidden draught Of sunshine and
exhilarating air, and delicious arrowy mo.
ton. He made no answer, but threw the
reins to johnson and walked boldly into the
store.
'sQuite out Of the question, sir-quite,' .
said the hook.nosed proprietor Of poor
Grant Wyman's time. Couldn't spare
one Of our young men, no not if Queen
Victoria was to come here after hints
entirely against the rules" 7sq.
Talbot St. John spoke to him in a low
voice. The hot-blooded young Southerner
was accustomed to have his own way-and
intended to make no exception in this in
stance. And the proprietor's face brighten
ed in the CLEAN of golden reason!
Certainly, sir-by all means, If Mr.
Wyman wishes, to be absent an hour or
"Hold- your tongue !" interrupted St.
John, stormily. ''Wyman must know
nothing of our little business transaction =
shall take his place behind your counter,
if you please ~ -
The hook nosed man of ribbons bowed
and rubbed his hand fawningly Grant
| Wyman could scarcely believe his own eyes
when he saw young fellow of six feet two
standing behind the counter, as calmly
complacent as if his whole life had been
spent among tape, ribbons and hooks and
eyes e~-H ID. ID q sss3 oea-
The next moment johnson was driving
him away from the door with futter of fur
robes and Ginning of bells and springing Of
horses that made hun almost fancy himself
among the delusive shadowings of delightful
dream.
And how fare Talbot ST. John pretty
we'll, considering" as the. ladies say. For
tunately, it was early in the day, and be-
You'd few bargains in black pins, staylaces
and perfumed soaps, he had very little to
do
Presently, however, the shop began to
fill apace-trads grew brisker, and Mr.. st.
John found plentiful use for all the guam
tum Of business talent that he possessed.
''Have you any erochet-cotton ?"
Down came half dozen boxes of tape
about Mr. St. Johns ears-the natural con-
sequence Of the stare he gave on hearing the
sweet, familiar sound Of Cecile Horner's
voice. ss.
II don't know-that is, I'll see-Miss
Horner!"
Cecilc opened wide her beautiful brewn
eyes. tse
'Mr St. John p
And Mary-looking very daisy-like in a
pink bonnet, with white flowers the
surprise exclamation.
why, Mr. John I didn't know"
She stopped short, coloring as pink as her
bonnet
"We did not know that you occupied
this station in life," said Cecile, haughtily
finishing her cousins incompleted sentence.
THANK you I don't care about the cot
ton !"
And Miss Horner swept out Of the low
celed little store, dragging Mary with her.
'The ideal" she scornfully exclaimed
when they were ONCE more in the street
"How dared Mrs. Emmons deceive US so
To allow me to dance with common
clerk p
He is very gentlemanly, Ceoile," meakly
interposed Mary. .t
"Gentlemanly! An-an- individual who
sells pins and needless clerk !"
"But, Cecile, why can't a clerk be gen:
tleman p .ra..
s.Mary," exclaimed Oecile, Indignantly,
"you haven't the spirit Of fly! do be.
lieye you like Mr. St. John now just as " ell
as when you believed him the scion Of ap
old Virginia family !" a,A
sWhy shouldn't 2 meekly asked Mary.
Il think clerk who sells pins and needles
quite as good as Virginian."
swell !" said Cecile, throwing volumes of
acorn into one brief monosyllable' II foS
one shall not recognize him in future. You
can do as you like 3 III sa-.i..j
And Mary walked by her stately COUSIN s
side, marvelled st the strange rules and reg.
ulations of the arbitrary thing called "soci-
ety." and rejoiced that she was not bound
to swear allegiance to its dictates,
II dare say NY tastes gre very common y
thought meek Mary, "but--l can't help
H."
"Cecile,'' whispered Mary, that same
evening in her COUSINS ear, t'surely. sure:
ly, this is Mr.. St John"
Cecile looked in the direction of her cous-
ms eyes, out beyond the maze of waltzing
couples to the tall figure advancing towards
them
''lhe assurance Of the man,'s she ex.
claimed contemptuously. "He never will
dare to speak to me-"
But he did dare, holding out frank
hand as he spoke the stereotyped phrases of
greeting. ar
Cecile Horner looked him iull in the eyes
with 2 glance that might haye frozen him,
and turned away without replying by word