The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1874-03-19
9sL5msssss Stories.
BUYING A VASE.
A STORY FOR YOUNG WIVES.

| Pretty little Cassie Clewes sat in heI
kitchen, meditating. Six months before
you would have been introduced to heI
as Cassie Mills but she was wearing new
dignities now, and, it must be confessed
most worthIly.
1t was not a common kitchen, either
There was a respectable air about it, as il
it wore its best clothes every day, that
only belongs to kitchens in the beginning
of housekeeping. There were no defaeing
| nail-marks either, or circles like pale,
yellow moons, where the good mans hat
had adorned it many a year. 1t was so
fresh and clean with the slantiRg rays OF
the September sun cheering its newly
painted floor, or playing IN the fantastic
groups the leaf shadows made over the
polished surface:
And meditating, as we before remarked
amid the brightness and shadows, sat the
little mistress. When Harry Clewes first
asked her to share his fortunes, Cassie was
aware that that article was moetly TO be
found in the broad hands that then trem-
bled in impatience waiting for the answer.
But when she looked into the lovers
brown eyes, and read there the promise of
peace, she did not hesitate. What would
be the world full of bank stock to her if
Harry had no share2 And she had never
regretted her answer.
But all the morning, as her voice kept
time to the claJter of milk pans, or with
slower cadence followed the measure OF
the broom, her loving heart devised some
pleasant surprise for its liege lord. Some
times it was an apple pudding; again, a
pair of slippers made by her cunning fin
gers, and even sOled by the same work
-, II.
| finding ways Of beautifying. until their
| little home b!ossoIned much more IN the
character of a rose than did the rich Mrs.
Broad's sumptuous psrlors.
It vas this last named apartment in
Cassle's home that was the strain of her
meditations Just at present and as if to
assist herself to a clearer view of the case,
she rose now and opened the door leading
into that state-room. 1t was bright, like
| the other, but lacking the home air, ol
course. There was a green and oaken
carpet, the six cane-bottomed chairs and
green lounge, the round table with its al
| bum and few books upon it, and the
horse hair rocking chair that every coun-
try dame counts among the essentials
| 'But 1T looks bare, some way" unused
| Cassie at the door, thinking meanwhile
how easy and cheerful Mrs Means looked
last evening, when they took tea there
forgetting that Mrs. Al. had been putting
/ home AIR into hers for several years. 4" Il
needs pict0re, and curtains, and mirrol
and that mantle wants few fancy things
| different from those straw frames, and 8
/ grass boquet. If he'd Mrs. Breads mon
! ey, fancy l would show better taste; but
/ there is no use. 1t isn't likely we shall
ever have anything except what we earn
Harry isn't the kind to get rich"
| Dear, generous fellow, indeed he wasn't
/ And learning it," Cassie had got to learn
was what made their little 30 sweet.
1t must have been the shadow of thu
! unused parlor that the little woman car.
ried to her seat in the low rocking-chalr
Gen tainly the kitchen did not look as brigh
as it had half an hour before. What sh,
might have come to if left to herself, W,
Garnet tell, for at that moment the gat,
latch clicked, and burden-bearer mad,
his way through it. Now, among the lev
antiDathies of honest Harry, Cassie knew
that against peddlers TO be one of tn,
strongest. Her first thought was, "Hoy
shall 1 get rid of him2" But seconC
glance showed the board balanced on hi
head, and the pretty toys and vases glis
tening IN the sun, and she wavered.
Has the fine lady any old clothes 70
me to-day ?" asked a voice belonging Il
the dark 3ewish face that now made it
appearance In the doorway.
"Old clothes" thought Cassie "does b
think l look like thatf'
And, indeed, the sharp. black eyes wer
scanning, rather quizzically, every cor
ner, as II in pursuit of the age Cassie de
precated. +-.
No" she said aloud, and with toucl
et hesitation, the quick ear OF the vende
OF ware detected
'Pieass lady, look at the pretty things,
he urged suiting the action to words b
lowering the load: and as he did so, tn
shining sun rays caught IN pair {
crimson vases, and Cassie's heat was los
at once.
"Just the thing for any parlor mantle,
she incautiously exclaimed Mrs. Broa
herself has not anything more beautifu
Are they real ?' she continued.
"Pure Bohemian, lady. Shust vot
says" asserted he of mahogany Visagt
without twinkle in the place his consoi
enee used to occupy years agons.
"Oh, what will you take for them Hor
much are they worth In money!"
"They wash not for money, lady-ol
clothes"
But haven't any"
mo bedquilts, blankets, lady p
: Cassie mentally reviewed her store
and dismissed them to their shelly,
again.
:. mo, no; nothing OF the kind"
mo coats. shawls. fine top boot