The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1873-08-21
ONLY A MECHANIC.

Ail6 SlAOfW was llAIlAilB lAh07a NY Elfll
flight of tiny. White-winged birds,
the DecemberI blast hoWled mourn-
fully through the twilight. streets,
when the lights We're beginning to
shine out here and the=e % solitary
beacons of fire, and Grace and Myra
Payne were sitting before the CRATE
in their cosy, well-usedt sitting-room,
talking. 9ifaag bs8 sdl l.iw sfl
Grace had been darning stockings
a piece of domestic finger-craft, not
particularly ornamental, but MEYER
theless most essential, and, Myra
was doing the edge ola shirt-eollar
with stitches like seed pearls. But it
was grown too dark to work now,
and they sat in the ruddy shine of the
grate-fre, enjoying the season COM
monty known as "blind mans holi-
day." a4 5eas t te rl5fs-
"NoW, Grace, I'm sure you'll think
better of it," said Myra, coaxingly.
"Don't think there's the sleast pros
peet in life of any ssuchl thing, re-
turned Grace -afsr74tI.ar re54t.- +
Stay gthough-we have not photo
graphed cur aheroines7 for tho eye of
the readers fancy. Well, they. were
both pretty girls, although in some
der ibgs q yeaE,,saEas tall and slender,
with dark, languid eyes, an oval face,
and jet black hair, slightly rippled.
Grace was small and sprightly, rather
inclined to be plump than otherwise,
with big brown eyes, full of liquid
laughter, a skin like rose4colored
satin, and brown tcurls, which could
no more have been coaxed to lie
nh A1aor VII,
tendrils. sffk .Eslaqel -
"You are really going to marry a
common mechanicY persisted Myfa,
remonstratively. aI ei5a,84 nasloJs
j swell, / think he is rathePlan un-
common one, myself.".aH Hi sau
"But our papa,isa gentleman.nh
sour papa is q lawyer by profes
sion, Myra, butt don't think hethinks
he is any mere4ofIa gentleman than
Walter rGenlis.Yn .nsllh go8aaa6
ii IN echanics areinot gentlemenPS
pl %Yesothey are, if they behave them
selves. Now look here, Myray and
the big brown eyes became very reso-
lutte, 81 am very glad that you are en-
gagged to a Wall street broker, who
lives in a brown stone house, but [
don't think that gives you the priyi-
5lege of eriticising my loYerIp 5bam
ttBnt he is SO poor, Grace Gcl i
"He has health, strength, and his
own right arm to help hin" ;"
nFt.And you will have to work..
+ - Well, what then 2 My. goodness
gracious !" and Grace elevated two
little plump hands, ifWhat9 do you
suppose these were given to me for?
TO wear kid gloves and diamond
rings, and to- gather roses? No, in
deed! i can. find a, better use for
them than that rfuafa sH Ets.
J "Grace, you are perfectly incorrigi-
blefY dad Hssla1r sSw s5.n sls7I
,"Yes, i sam so you. may just as
well leave off leeturing me-" said
Grace saueily. ~ plead guilty to all
your accusations. / am going to
marry nothing but mechanic. l
shall livefin half a house; of course
cannot go out in carriage, nor give
parties, and think very likely / shall
not unfrequently wash dishes, sweep
rooms, and iron my husbands shirts.
And through it all expect to be very
happy" 80 fgaI f5 SEQ Erase
81 Myra sighed and abandoned the
useless argument. What was to be
done with so very unreasable a dam
sci as this l lIEn si1E3 o5 higt
A bright little hearthstone-a kittle
singing on the hod; the crimson car
pet. not Brussels, nor velvet, but sim,
pie ingram; and thesplain, neat fur
niture, with Grace smiling at the
ready-spread table, this was pleas
ant home for Walter Genlis to come
to after his days work in the great
machine shop was oVer.s buE pla
os 'tUpon my word, z he said gaily, 81
think we are happier here than Myra
in her big house, with her parties and
her visiting list, and her swarm of
servants. Do you know Oracle, al
most felt at one time that was doing
wrong in marrying you?"
''Wreng, Walter 2" all af
"Myra seemed to think you were
such a victim" i.7.- t4,t reL
"Do 1 look like . victim ?" de-
murely asked Grace. ~
"Why, no, can't say 1 think you
do. but wish could have brought
house all yourlown, my pet. Never
mind, some day you shall reign in
palace worthy of you"
Nonsense, Walter; could be hap
pier anywhere than with you ~
, "Are you happyloYe?Y eatt
She rose from her seat and came
over to her husbands side, looking
full into his face with eyes so elo-
quent that all the dictionaries in crea-
ton could not have spoken more
plainly. fa4oa. .so sI.
Yes he knew that she was happy.
Mrs. Linley, too, thought that she
was happy, and pitied "poor, dear
Oracle" from the very bottom of her
heart, No servants, no silver napkin.
rings, 40 double damask table-cloths,
with embroidered monograrns on.
them no carriage, no Wilton carpet
nor brocated curtains What would