Bristol news. [volume] (Bristol, Va. & Tenn.) 1867-189?, 1871-06-23
WHAT LOVE DID.

"Button! button who's got the
button? ,"
These words fell in hurried accents
of veXation from the cherry ripe lips
of Miss Lucy Ware, and were accom-
fascinating screams. She was just
about to step aboard the cars when she
discovered her loss.
. Oh, dear! 1t was on when start
ed. What can have become of it?
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 a large
agate button.
why don't you look around for it ?''
she demanded of her handsome cous-
in, Gerald Wentworth, who was to see
her safely started on her journey.
He elevated his eyebrows at her inn
EeriOus 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 buttOnr
Tom Shelly lifted his hat, bowed
low to conceal a shade of pain that
passed across his face, and walked
away. He had come to take a last look
at the despOtic little beauty before she
passed from his vision, perhaps forev-
er. She was the incarnation to him
ofall that was bright, winning, spright-
ly and loveable, and after she was
gone, he would muse and dream about
her, when she, perhaps, would bestow
Ia 4
on him as an atom among her home
"reminiscences.
Just then the warning whistle sound
ed, and Miss Ware was compelled,
soreiy sgainst her will, to submit to
her loss, and proceed on her journey.
She waved her handkerchief, Gerald
Wentworth waved his bat, and then
the latter overlook Tom Shelly.
She's a high-toned little piece,
Shelly" he said.
who? Oh, yes! Miss Ware
She is to be gone for long time, be-
licYe ~
"AlI wiuter."
Tom sighed. He looked at his rusty
clothes, and contrasted them with the
elegant suit of his companion.
Shes pretty proud, isn't shew
''Proud as Lucifer's sister-if lie had
one" laughed Wentworth. "Though
] don't know as | ought to say that.
| think Il good deal OF her myself"
You do?"
" 1es-she's my cousin, you know"
She Is very beautiful" +"
And she knows it, too.o
Tom was silent. He did not feel ca
pable of maintaining his careless tone,
so he looked straight ahead, and plant
ed his heels on the pavement with Wig
or as he stepped.
80 They say you're the best man in
DunniEg's machine-shop, Shelly
How's that?'
Curse the machine-shOp and its
grease and dirt ?' exclaimed Shelly
/" wish I'd chosen some more genteel
business"
Well, it isn't as neat as it might
he, to be sure. But still, when you get
up to the top, it's all right. Look at
Dunning-how he stands in the COM
He began 10y kindling the
fires, you know"
Here the two turned off in different
directions. Their brief conversation
passed from Wentworth's mind imme-
but Tom remembered it,
dwelling and lingering on each word,
and turning it over and over i'm his
mind. There was no torture so de-
lightful to him as to hear Lucy Ware
talked about, and to mediate on what
ever concerned her in near or remote
degree He watched by stealth her
smiles, and was angry with all the
world because he could not resist the
For he ought to have dis
missed her from his thoughts with
contempt after she refused one night
TO go to u concert with him, because
he did not dress well enough. He was
wounded and cut, but the circumstance
did not bring common sense TO his
head. He sulked. and toiled, and
hoped with miserable, doubling hope,
and pocketed his fifteen dollars a week,
and was still an abiect slave.
Miss Ware was going to New York
to spend the winter with a wealthy
aunt, and now he had her last words
TO think of-a command to 20 back to
his greasy machine-shop!
When he left the shop that night it
was to walk home with slow steps and
Il thoughtful face. Examinations in
which there were CLEANS of sense, en-
ergy and purpose ran through his
head. --'..
He found supper waiting, and sat
down opposite his mother with an alb
sent; pre-occupied look
Are you tired, Tom ?"
mo, not particularly"
81 thought you looked so.
"Dunning began at the bottom,
didn't he, mother? And why can't
| work up to where he stands now
Yes, Wentworth was right. I'll do it,"
do what, Tom?'
"Oh, nothing-only I'm not going
to stand at the lathe all my life-I can
tell you that" ..
"Why, what's the matter, Tom?-
Aren't you doing very well, now?"
"No. Pm n1thing but a greasy be-
grimed laborer. But III make my
mark yet. or give up the ghost"
- Mercy! dou't talk so. l thought
you were very well satisfied" +"
''Satisiied!' hc aid, contemptuously.
at is ywrapg TO murmur against
ones lot We ought to be thankful"
Don't mention the word thankful
to mel Pardon me, mother, don't
mean to speak unkiudiy; but-wcll,
there's going TO be a change; that's
all.u t-1 si''t ~ 'iu.-s-
you don't mean that yon are going
to leave Mr. DHnning?''
What was it about SIR. Went
worth ,"
"OlL H. hgct- fhim to-day'l-Tem
hereminded ine OF how
Dunning began a. a ch0Te-boy, and
of the way ahe stands HOW. And /
thought, why can't one 90 it as we'll
as another? Why can't do it?'
Tom looked at his mother in def
ant, argHnep ptaiive wax.r N
y I'm sure don't know, y She replied,
slightly nonplussed. But you should
not deceive yoursel! by building air
CASTLES - se8e4 as NSa ssEiEs,s
IN take care Of that. But I've got
an idea. that I-meanl to werk out. 1t
MAY amotmt'to nothing" ~
what is it, 'Kom 30 @ sd
81 can't tell You now, You know
that brains sometimes make more