The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-12-07
ONLY A SHOP GIRL.

lips of the young girl who stood behind
the counter, and causing Douglars Len
nox to take second look into the sweet
face and dark eyes which met his fer the
first time.
Bending over the box Of gloves which
she had taken down for his inspection
the young girl sighed again, and Douglas
hastily rose from the stool upon which hi
had laziiy dropped
Il am ashamed to sit when you must
be tired. Are you not ?"
The young girl would have refused to
notice remark from most strangers upon
subjects except their purchases; but there
are some people we instinctlvely feel we
can trust, and Douglas Lennox's voice and
frank honest face effectually disarmed re
sentiment. She looked up and said
"Rather tired nave been on my feet
all day y and the faint smile which dim
pied the corners of her mouth added, in
the young mans eyes, to the winning
beauty Of her face,
But surely YOU can sit down when you
have spare moment" he said, somewhat
Indignantly.
The young Girl shook her head.
"No, not in business hours
alt is shame" said Douglas. " / have
heard that such denominations existed in
our city, but never really believed it. y
" 1t is allowed in some establishments, F"
said the young lady.
Then why do you not leave your place
here ana go to one Of them ?" asked
Douglas
She gave another faint smile.
IF you had been shop girl for four
years and knew the difficulty Of getting
u situation you would not ask that Ques-
ton" Then, hastily pushing second
box Of gloves toward him, she added IN
a lower tone, MIR Sheldon is coming
this way. / should lose my place here if
he heard what I said. Please look at the
gloves"
And Douglas, not stopping to examine
whether he got the number he wanted or
not quickly selected two or three pair
paid for them and left the shop.
But he carried with him the image of
the sweet faced shop girl, and it haunted
him unaccountahiy all day.
Poor tired little thing !" he said pity
ingly, 4" I wish she were my sister, and
then she needn't work SO hard"
Once or twice he curled his naughty
lip at the idea, Of himself the aristocratic
Douglas Lennox, who was sole master of
an estate in the country, who counted his
money by thousands, and who had been
for several reasons the lawful prey of all
the managing mammas and matrimonially
inclined daughters in 8 society" should
be wasting SO many thoughts on a little
shop girl.
But if he was aristocratic, Lennox had
no false notions about the disgrace Of la
Dor. The little shop girl held the same
claim to honor in his mind that she would
have held had she been queen.
And when rather early next morning
he took his way to the shop, Douglas &C
knowledged to himself that his purchase
was merely an excuse, and his real object
On honest interest in, and a warm desire
to see again, the winning face which had
haunted him since yesterday.
That she recognized him he felt sure
from the faint, sweet smile which again
But he said nothing, except about the
goods. lie looked a. her, however, with
an earnest glance Of admiration, and
when, in giving the change, her soft
hand touched his, it senta thrill through
his whole frame.
" Whew !" he said to himself, lifting
his hat and drawing a free breath as he
left the shop. Douglas Lennox, I be-
lieve in my heart that you're captivated
at last: and that too by q little shop girl,
whose name you don't even know :! Won
der what sister Bell would say. Aud as
he thought Of his sister entering that
very shop and perhaps buying of that
very little girl, entirely unconscious that
her brothers eye had rested admiringly on
the sweet face, Douglas laughed aloud.
Well, after the little speech he MAIDS as
he left the shop, think you can imagine
about what followed. It was astonishing
how many little purchases Douglas found
he couldn't do without in the next few
weeks. And from dropping in at the
shops he happened to pass, he only went
to one particular shop. And if it so hap
pened that he was waited on by any
other than one particular person he had
the blues all dav in consequence.
How earnestly lie longed to learn her
name nobody knew but himself. He
dared not ask her, and he did not know
how else he should learn. "But fortune
favors the brave" you know, SO one
morning, while he was busily selecting
some cambria handerchiefs from box
the proprietor Of the shop came up ano
addressed her, calling her Miss Romer.
Douglas flashed a qaick, pleased
glance at her, and the color deepened OF
the young girls cheeks as she met it witt
her eye.
"Miss Romer," he repeated, Il an
glad l have learned your name, because
you remind me of my sister," 60, Doug
las, it wasn't because she looked Hk'
her them