Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1873-05-23
SCISSORS.

SOlSSOKS.
WE realized that the SHOWS of January
had melted and vanished under the int1u-
ence of the February thaW. Far and near
tidings came Of streams over-full and
bridges swept away. The sere, yellow
meadows assumed a tint of just percept-
ible freshness as the sun lifted the shining
wells of moisture from their surface; all
things seemed preparing for the spring
St. Valentines Day daWned with a pink,
cIoudless sky, an air filled with summer
warmth and balm; flocks of birds f1utter-
ed and chirped; the trees were alive with
song.
eve shall pay for this" several people
said as they shook their experienced
heads. But no shadow dimmed the radi-
ant morning to little Molly Gale, as she
woke rom her slumbers smiling like
child. And why should she not smile?
Long pink rays streamed through the
blinds, and tinged the wall opposite A
new day had begun-a day which was
sure to be beautiful and Molly, Fortunate
" for herself, was neither old enough nor
wise enough to comprehend that dreary
alchemy which distills the atom of bitter
from the ounce of sweet, and, groaning
over the unpalatable drop, leaves the rest
untaSt9Q anu IOTgOIIcu.
"Valentine's Day" she said, half aloud,
as she smoothed the last long curl, and
laid down her brush "No chance for
valentines here in the country, but I'll try
NV fate out of the window anyhow"
So. wrapping her dressing gown closer,
she went across the roOm and opened the
window. The curtains hung in long,
heavy folds She parted them, and, shut
ting her eyes tight, said the old rhyme:
Good St. Valentine, list to me-
Dear St. Valentine, let me see
Who shall my future husband be-"
Three times she repeated the spell;
then, popping her pretty head out, she
opened her eyes wide.
At first half blinded by the dazzling
day, she saw nothing. Then figure be-
came visible long way off up the road.
There really is somebody" thought
Molly, with a certain surprise. A passer-
by was not by any means thing OF course
in that quiet region. Her curiosity was
aroused.
GLOW funny he looHs!" she meditated.
"What's that he's got with him?-a
bicvcle? No, don't think he's bicy-
Gle What is it? He's coming directly
here, too" She watched the advancing
form with little heart beat, as it drew
nearer. "GOOd gracious!" cried Molly,
with a scream of laughter, otis a scissors
grinderw And she drew in her head
with a pout and flush of comical vexa-
ton. St Valentine was evidently out OF
his reckoning for once,
"ScissOrsr' cried a voice, a loud, gay
voice, with decided Hibernian accent
The wheel had stopped beneath the win
low. "Any scissors to grind, ma'am, or
knives, or razors!" went on the man, Gran
inc his neck to catch glimpse OF the
face above him. PUT an excellent cage
on 'em, maam, and charge NEST ralson-
able Pray give employment to the poor
man, my lady" Molly. could Just see the
ton of his head; the voice amused her
After all" she said to herself, with a
nettish shrug, "it isn't the poor mans
fault"
"Wait moment, and will see if there
is ANYTHING" she called out, and down
stairs she ran.
"Aunty," tapping at the door, didn't
Won saw YOU wanted your shears sharp
ened, and the carving knife? Well
there'sa a scissors grinder below who Will
do them"
there are several things. Here they are,
half opening the door. "Will you take
them down to the man, for Pm moi
dressed? Why, dear me, you're in youl
dressing-gown yourself, Molly"
$50 AMI forgot-but never mind
aunty, it's good enough for a scissors
grinder. don't believe he'll be
Shocked in the least" And in
deed there was very little to shock {
sci,sors-grinder, or '|any other man." IL
the dainty peign0ir of blue flannel with 1T
pinked rufling and open front. revealing
a glimpse of snow-white pettlcoat. a
more becoming costume could scarcel.
have been devised. Perhaps our LITTLE
maiden was aware of the fact.
The grinder had taken up his posltlol
on the front steps.
"Here," said Molly, opening the door
Umv aunt would like these put in order
And please be careful OF the carver
Two naughty dimples came into he
cheeks as she thus confronted her unlike
Iv Valentine. and the voice tremble'
SLIGHTLY with secret laughter. He was
young man, and very good-looklng, an
now She saw him closer.
"Arrah, miss, the howly saints reWar
ver' The Irish tone was so very broad tha
it sounded like farcical limitation
Molly could not refrain from smiling; an
a CLINT of mischief appeared in the grlnt
er's eve as he watched the effect OF h
speech. u.,..oa, o.+o,
"Bedad," he went on, "this needs after
ton sevarely." -,
The wheel was now revolving rapidly
Int the man seemed TO have his eyes fC
his employer as well as his work. lie Wa
neatly dressed, and his hands seemed
Molly strangely white and well Kept Il
the hands of working man.
In a wonderfully short time the job WI
done.
"Have you far to go to-day?" askt
Molly, as the griKder handed her the la
article.
"a good way, ma'am."
"Then," she said, kindly, perhaps yf