Beaufort Republican. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1871-1873, 1872-07-11
I BROUGHT IT ABOUT.


stories have to be trimmed to suit th'
age. People may love quicker than they
used to, and some people say they repen
of it quicker than they used to. That il
the reason so many short cuts have beer
invented to unite "whom God hath joined
together" They don't believe, l suppose
that God has anything to do with it
they don't believe that matches are made
in heaven. Well, to my short story.
will never forget my love making. Il
was not done in a gllded parlor, where my
dear girl lived. Her father was very mucl
opposed to bis daughter receiving any com
pany. He had a strange suspicion that
they wanted his money-that is, the young
men. This is sometimes the case; indeed
this fear has gone into history, and books
are quite Deedlessly full of it. l met
Mamie Miller at friends house. 1t wa:
one of the few places she was allowed tc
visit, and l happened 10 be there on one o.
these visits. I was sitting IN the little
parlcr, reading, when the door opened and
nv friend Sarah Byers entered, leading by
the hand beautiful, enhancing creature
dressed in pure white with a bunch o.
fresh roses, as white as her own soft white
dress, fastened at her throat. lam entirely
convinced that the moment my eyes fell
upon her | was captive. There never
was anything accomplished more quickly
and quietly. I said at once: "Mamie
Miller, you shall be roy wife" spent ar
hour-one delicious hour-with her, in
that bright little parlOr, scented with the
fragrance of the garden which bloomed just
beneath the windows. We talked and
laughed in a wild, free mood, and felt
that bad known her always, to say the
least. She was dark-eyed, dark-haired,
and laughed in little sllvery tides, till
felt it running into my heart like the wine
Of sunshine. Then rose fell from her
bosom. which | picked up and placed in
nv coat. A little white land was stretched
pleading after it, but | kept it, and she
let me keep il.
"May | come to see you" | said softly:
as bade her goodbye.
She flushed and half shook her head.
81 would like to see you: Mr.. Brock,
but-you see, my father don't allow me to
see young gentlemen"
land why 2"
'I don't know" she replied, in such a
captivating little way that made up my
mind that | would find out the reason.
She turned as | was leaving the house.
and said:
al sometimes walk on Ashmore street,
"When 2"
"In the afternoon"
What was the harm Ii / could not
get in her house, what would be pleasanter
than a little courting on Ashmore street
A few days after that | met Sarah
Byers.
"Tom Brock, know you are in love
with Mamie. Confess it. saw it. What
is more, she is quite in love with you
says you wear such pretty little gray
hat, and have such a handsome face
and
"Holdw Tell me what you think Of
the prospect 2"
alt will be absolutely madness to at
tempt the house. The old gentleman is
quite besides himself about his money
He thinks every young man who looks at
his daughter is after his money. 1t will
not do for you to meet her on the street,
for that wonld be improper. She can come
but seldom to our house. | advise you to
give it up before it goes any further"
That afternoon | sauntered down Ash
more street, and had not walked over three
squares, before I saw the little beauty
daintily and innocently coming toward me
We talked OF beautiful things for an hour
that day, and left her with an inspiration
OF the future. / was practical enough to
comprehend the situation. | was getting
a salary of twelve hundred year, with
limited prospects.
| resolved to inform old Miller of my
intentions, as became an honorable gentle
man.
There is nothing like pluck. | thought
| had an immense amount OF it. 1t is a
good thing to have; so also is brass.
He was accustomed to 20 to his ware
house at a very Leathenish early hour,
after the mistaken notion Of the last cen
turY, and determined to follow him at a
convenient distance, and when ! knew him
to be seated in the early quiet of his office
to enter and cast the die.
Did know the girl loved me ! Indeed
did |. | felt it; knew it, although the
subject had not been broached between us.
After lingering upon the dread portal ten
minutes to collect my ideas, marched
through the long store with firm and
manly step. The clerks looked up in
amazement and signaled to one another.
1t was in vain | opened the door of the
commercial sanctum and beheld the morn
ing newspaper between me and the win
dow, with a pair of hands holding it.
advanced step. The paper still remained
undlSturbed.
"Ts Mr.. Miller in ;" | said with firm
voice
The paper slowly lowered, and the keen
black eyes Of little gray-headed 1uan
peered at me over the gold rims of pair
of spectacles.
"Your business, sir" said a little squeak
ing voice.
"My name, sir, is Brock-rhomas Brock
and L"
"Wbat house ?'
"N) house, sir; ] wished TO-"
"Get a situation2 Full, sir; business
dull, too. Good morning, young man"
But | did not want a situation, Sir. !"
said !, somewhat nettled at his abruptnesS.
81 did not want situation. IL"
"Why don't you state your business,
sir? Time is precious.