Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1875-02-10

She is proud and naughty and disagree
able, and am foolish to waste thought
upon her idle words p
Nevertheless, Hugh's heart swclled
high with wounded pride as he took up
his pals, drew the obnoxious fur cap
tighter over his brows, and went upon
his way.
Il wish could find something to dc
that would earn money little faster.
wish could educate myself" he thought.
"0h, it is very, very bad to be poor
Alas Hugh Moray, thou art not the
only one who has murmured the same
words in bitterness of spirit
When, his days work done, and hi.
milk-rounds all completed, the boy re-
turned to the second-story floor in Charlie:
street, where his mother tried to make .
home out of most unhomelike material
he was detected and wearied beyond hi,
usual won't As he opened the door, q
prodigal glow of red-hot Goals met hi.
eye in the little CRATE where the fire was
usually boarded with such jealous care
the fragrant odor of strongly brewed
0olong saluted his senses; and his
mother was sitting with a joyous face
just opposite br5nzed, sailor-like man,
"What cheer, my hearty p roared
this latter parsonage, with a voice as
strident as if it had proceeded forth from
old Boreas' speaking-trumpet. "Comt
here and shake hands with your OLD
unclel Bless his heart, he's Moray
all overw
This is your uncle, Hugh, " explain
ed his smiling mother, your uncle thai
we thought was shipwrecked OF til,
coast of Madagascar, ten good years ago
and he's come home rich, and we're IL
live with him, Hugh, and you're to be
brought up gentleman, and there's nc
more hard work to grind US into tn,
dust, my boy, and"
But Mrs. Moray was compelled t.
pause here for very lack of breath.
"Do you want to be rich, Hugh 2
demanded his newly found relation. hold.
ing both the boys hands in his, and look.
ing intenily into his eyes.
Il want to be man, uncle-an edu
Gated man y returned the boy, speaking
out the thought which had been upper.
most in his brain all day.
Il like that" " was the weather-bronz
ed man's only reply. Your son vii
do, Phebe Ann"
Hugh Moray sat down and gazed int,
the fire, with his chin supported upol
his hands, thinking earnestly while hi,
uncle and his mother talked eagerly oyol
past present, and future. How like an
Arabian Nights tale it seemed to hi,
excited fancy: sudden influx of wealth
to lift him out of the narrow boundarie,
of sordd toll, to refine and cultivate hi,
noblcr instincts, to make gentleman
out of the poor hard-worked milk-boy
And then came the half yindictive re.
collection of pretty Ida Cornell, will
her golden hair and the scornful glittei
of her turquoise-blue eyes.
81 wonder what she would say to be.
ing my Valentine now 2 he thought
triumphantly.
Like bright, vanishing bubbles on tn,
surface of Times eyer-dowing river, til,
years passed away, ten of them, ant
Hugh Moray smiled sometimes to thinl
of the red-handed little milk-boy, whose
sensitive feelings were SO sorcIy wound
ed by certain little fairy ill-disguised
scorn. He had changed with the chang
ing years into a tall, digniied man, witt
rayen-black hair, slightly inclined tt
wave, eyes deep and black as midnight
pools, and features straight and correctly
outlined A years travel in Europ,
had tended to give graceful case to hi
manner, and not one of the attributes 0
wealth were wanting to lend polish t,
his life. This was the Hugh Moray o
to-day.
"What fun cried Ida Cornell, dane
ing up and down as she tossed an opel
envelope upon the table. "AIrs. Cliftol
is going to have St. Valentines Eve
party all disengaged and unmarried
people and nobody is to know who elst
is invited and we're to draw our cava
liers by lot, and be faithful to them on,
whole evening Won't it be splendial'