Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1875-11-11
THE SUMMER VACATION.

$50 You are doing to the fashiona-
bile at Sylvan, Georger' said Mr.
Montiesor.
'Well. sir, I've two weeks vaca-
tion," said George Sinclair, rather
abashed at meeting his employer in
the grounds at Sylvan Hotel, land ]
thought a little change"
30, I've no objection at all" said
Mr.. Montiesor, kindly. 81 hope
you'll enjoy it.
George Sinclair was a clerk at a
salary of nine hundred a year, but
like many New York clerk, he had
a craving after the forbidden delights
of what he termed ''tip-top fashiona-
bic society" And Kitty Barker,
his fancee, a trim little damsel who
stood behind the counter of fash
ionable fancy store all day, and tried
to add to the little sum laid aside for
her wedding outfit by doing fine silk
embroidery at night, admired his
spirit and enterprise.
1t never occurred to her that it
might perhaps be as we'll for him to
save his money toward the furnish
ing of the ideal home they had so
often talked about instead Of aspiring
the airs and graces of those who
cuulc so much better afford TO mako
fools of themselves than he could.
''George has such refined tastes,
said Kitty, who believed devotedly in
her lover.
AS Mr.. Sinclair walked along the
graveled path, shaded by the tent
like boughs of majestic white pines,
a lady dressed in white, with a black
lace shawl festooned scarffashion
over her shoulders, met him face to
face, coming around the turn of the
walk. And at the same moment
some friendly emissary of old Boreas
caught the hat from her head, a dain-
ty toy of white chip garlanded with
French daisies, and carried it hall
way down the hill.
In an instant Mr.. Sinclair had
given chase, recovered the fiimsey
concern, and restored it to the blush
ing owner, with bow worthy of SiI
Walter Raleigh himself.
Il am so much obliged to you,
simpered the lady.
"Oh, not at ALL" said Mr.. Sinclair
and he passed on.
"Hallo, old chap, you're in luckr
cried Mr.. Beman, of the great firm
of Sweitzer & Co., who was cut out
of the same general pattern as oul
friend George Sinclair. And he gave
the latter u facetious poke with the
end of his ivory-topped cane. 'Wish
l was gone, eh, Sinclair?"
81 am always delighted to be O
use to a lady," said Mr.. Sinclair, q
little stiffiy.
"And such lady," said Mr.. Be
man. ''Do you know who she isg'
tsNo, do your"
"Don't [? She's Miss Moneyfor6
old Moneyford's daughter. tina
owns the Babylonish palace up il
Wallace's avenue, The only child
with a clear income of twenty thou
sand a year of her own!'
'sHow do you know? When die
YOU see her?' breathed dementet
Sinclair.
"Never saw her at all That's th'
Joke of the matter" chuckled Be
man. But l have seen that threat
lace shawl. Twenty-Five hundfe!
dollarsl l sold it myself to the ole
gentleman as birthday gift for her
And l knew she was expected abou
this time. I say, old fellow, wouldn'
it be jolly if you should marry TIN
heiress! Hope You won't forget t
invite me to the wedding"
Sinclair stalked on in lofty disre
gard of his companions ill-bred in
situations. But, after all, they wer
not so impossible. Stranger thing
have happened. Prosperous NAL
riages had sprung out of slighte
foundations than these, and the he'll
ess had certainly smiled very sweet.
upon him as she received the daisy
wreathed hat at his hands. If onl
he hadn't been such a fool as to G
and engage himself to Kitty Barker
That same afternoon he met tn
lady on the shores of the lake. Sh
was gracious and smiling, he wa
anxiously respectful; and the upsht
of it was that the next day they wen
out boating together.
'How delightful is naturer' sighe
the lady.
81 see, Miss Moneyford," sal
George, "that our souls are cast in
congenial mood. Nay, you need nj
look surprised; 1 have discovers
your incognita."
aMr. Sinclairr'
And they grew quite confdenti
together, gliding along the transl
cent current beneath the shadow
Ethe trees.