The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1873-01-18
SELECT STORY.
AN OLD GAME.

.l0O dcC0uGb HOM bu0 CuoITy-KIp0t
Ups Of Miss Lucy Ware, and were
accompanied by an avalanche of
lacinating screams. She was just
about to step aboard the cars when
she discovered her loss. /
ssOh, dear, it was on when I start
ed. What can have become Of it!
can never match it in this world"
And she cast q look of censterna-
ton at the vacant place on her
sacque, where there should have
been Urge agate button. g
ssWhy can't you look around for
it 2 she:.demanded of her handsome
cousin, Gerald Wentworth, who was
to see her safely started on her
journey. .e
He elevated his eyebrows at her
imperious tone, and scanned the. !.
ground at their feet. 6a
sWhat are you looking at, Tom
Shellya You had better go back.
to your greasy machine shop, unless
you can find my button" Jasa1 >,
Tom Shelly lifted his hat and
bowling low to conceal the shade
Of pain that passed across his face,
and walked away
He had come to take q last look
at the despotic little beauty before
she had passed from his vision per
haps forever. s
She was the incarnation of all
that was winning and loveable, and
after she was gone he would muse
and dream about her, when she,
perhaps, would bestow only an oc-
eassional, transient thought on
him, as an atom among her home
"reminiscences.
just then the warning whistle
sounded and Miss Ware was COM
PEELED, sorely against her will, to
submit to her loss and proceed on
her journey.
! She waved her handkerchief, Ger.
aid Wentworth waved his hat, and
the latter overlook Tom Shelly.
"She's q high-toned little piece,
Shelly" he said
| "Whos Oh, yes! Miss Ware. She
is to be gone q long time, I be
lieve 2" 81
"All winter" q aass
Tom sighed He looked at hil
rusty clothes and contrasted then
with the elegant suit of his compan
ion. A
"She's proud, isn't she?" ms
proud as Lucifer's sister-if h,
had one" laughed Wentworth. =
"Though I don't know as I ough
to say that, ] think agood deal o
her myself"
"Do Your
eyes, she's my cousin, you knowf
"She is very beautiful
ssAnd she knows it too" {t
Tom was silent; he did not fee
capable of maintaining his careles
| tone, so he looked straight ahea
and planted his heels on the pave
ment as he stepped. ss
s'They say you are the best ma
in Dunning's machine shop, Shell.
how is that?" 7s7
"Curse the machine shop, and il
grease and dirtI exclaimed Shell
Il wish 1 had chosen some mol
genteel business. afs9a !
Il sWel it is not as neat as it migl
be, to be sure. But still when 70
get to the shop you are all righ
Look at Dunning how he stands
community; he began by kindlin
fires, you know"
Here the two turned in differel
directions. Their brief convers
ton passed from Wentworth's mir
Immediately; but Tom remembers
it, dwelling and lingering upo
each word and turning it over
his mind. There was no torture
delightful to him as to hear Lu'
Ware talked about, and to medita
upon whatever concerned her in
near or remote degree. He watc
ed by stealth her smiles, and W
angry with all the world because
could not resist the infatuation, +
he ought to have dismissed b
from his memory with contem]
after she had refused one night
go to q concert with him, becau
he did not dress well enough. ]
was wounded and cut, but the G
cumstance did not bring comm
sense to his head. He sulked, a
toiled, and hoped, with miseral
doubling hope, and pocketed
fifteen dollars week, and was 81
. an abject slave
q Miss Ware was going to N
u York to spend the winter with
9 wealthy aunt, and now he had ]
Q last words to think of-a comma
n to go bsck to the greasy mach
shop.
When he left the shop that nj.
it was to walk home with a 81
= and thoughtful face. Ruminati'
y in which there were CLEANS of sen
! ! energy and purpose, ran thror
=, his head.
- He found supper waiting and
down with an absent preoccul
ID look.
n care you tired, Tom!"
It NO, not particularly
4 thought you looked So
IN Dunning began at the bott'
,e didn't he mother? And why c,
n. I work up to where he stands NJ
in Yes, Wentworth was right.
do it.
DO what, Tomi'
O. oh, nothing only I'm not &c
he to stand at the lathe all my life
" can tell you that.
sil sWhy what is the matter, T