The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-08-09
The Summer Vacation.


$50 you're doing the fashionable at
Sylvan George !" said Mr.. Montessor.
"Well, sir, I've a two week of vacation"
said George Sinclair, rather abashed at
meeting his employer in the grounds of the
Sylvan hotel, land | thought little
change"
so, I've no objection at ALL said Mr..
Montiesor, kindly. 81 hope you'll enjoy
it,"
George Sinclair was clerk at n salary of
nine hundred year, but like many New
York clerk, he had a craving after the for
hidden delights of what he termed "tip-top
fashionable society" And Kitty Barker,
his .fancce, trim little damsel who stood
behind the counter of a fashionable 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 well for him to gave his
money towards the furnishing of the ideal
home they had SO often talked about, in
stead of spending it in aping the airs and
graces Of those who could 80 much better
afford to make fools of themselves than he
could.
s.George has such refined tastes said
Kitty, VINO believed devoutly in her lover.
As Mr.. Sinclair Walked along the broad
gravelled path, shaded by the tent like
boughs of majestic old white pines, lady
dressed in white, with black lace shawl
festoOned scarf-fashion over her shoulders,
met him face to face, coming around the
turn of the walk. And at the same mo-
ment some friendly emissary of old BoreBs
caught the hat from her head, a dainty
toy of white chip, garlanded with French
lnia;ao nd corrio1 II holt 1nup ha
hill
In an instant Mr.. Sinclair had given
chase, recovered the flimsy concern, and
restored II to the blushing owner, with a
bow, worthy Of Sir Walter Raleigh him
self.
"l'm 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 luck" cried
Mr.. Beman, of the great New York firm OF
Swietser & Co., who was cut out of the
same general pattern as our friend George
Sinclair. And he gave the latter facte-
tious poke with the end of his ivory-topped
cane "Wish was gone, eh, Sinclair"
Il am always delighted to be of use to a
lady," said Mr.. Sinclair, a little stitily.
Sand such a lady," said MIR. Beman. "Do
you know who she is!"
''No. Do your"
Don't She's Miss Moneyford-old
Moneyfords daughter, that owns the Baby
lonish palace up in Wallace avenue . The
only child, with clear income of twenty
thousand year of her own"
slow do you know? When did you sec
her?' breathlessly demanded Sinclair.
''Never saw her at all That's the joke
of the matter !" chuckled Beman. but
have seen that thread-lace shawl. TWEEN.
ty-five hundred dollars sold it myself to
the old gentleman as birthday gift fol
her. And / know she was expected al
Lake Sylvan about this time. 1 say, ole
fellow, wouldn't it be jolly, if you should
marry the heiress Hope you won't forget
to invite me to the wedding !"
Sinclair stalked on, in lofty disregard OF
his companions ill-bred insnuations. Blu,
after all, they were not so impossible
Stranger things had happened Prosper
GUS marriages had sprung out of slightel
foundations than these And the heiress
had certainly smiled very sweetly upon
him, as she received the daisy wreathed hal
at his hands, If only he hadn't been suc
fool as to go and engage himself to Kitty
Barker
That same afternoon he met the laly or
the shores of the lake. She was gracious
and smiling-he was anxiously respectful
and the upshot of it was that the next
day they went boating together
''How delightful is nature" sighed thu
lady.
81 see, Miss Moneyford," said George
''that our souls are cast in cengenial mood
Nay, you need not look so surprised
have discovered your incognita !"
''Mr. Sinclair :"
nd tba,, ura,y ,,n;to mo-, q Ia.,;.I ,o.o,,
er. gliding Mong the translucent current
beneath the shadow of the trees.
''Seven O'clock 1t can't he possible =
cried the wearer of the thread lace shawl
''Really, Mr.. Sinclair, you must be magi
clan to vile the time so swiftly away"
George Sinclair sat and pondered long il
his little seven-by-nine room in the tor
story of the Sylvan hotel, while he smoke.
his cigar. And before he slept he wrote
letter TO Kitty Barker, in which, as plausi
bly, as might be, he animated that his sen
timents had undergone radical chang,
since their engagement-tha he felt i
would be sin to keep to the letter of hi
compact, while it was impossible to fulfil
Its spirit-and in short returning Kitty
troth.
"There," said he, as he dropped it int,
the letter box, where sleepy porter sat b,
Inc llgnt OF an eVll-OuoIeu heToscnc lump
''It's done and over with.
Kitty Barker was bewldered and stunne,
when first she read the letter.
"Has he ceased to love me !" she asket
herself. "Ilave knowingly done ough
to forfeit his affections Oh | will asl
his pardon on.my Bonded knees, if"
And then she read the cruel document ,
second time, and began to see through thu
gloss and glamour OF Sinclair's skillfully
woven network of words.
"Ie has found some one whom he likes
better than me-" she told herself with {
mortified pang. "Some one prettier, farer
more intellectual, aud am forgotten
We'll, let il be 30. He is right when he
says that 1.-The spirit is more than the let
ter"
And Kitty wrote back brief, cold re.
ply, which set Mr.. Sinclair's poltroonish
heart at rest.
81 didn't know but she'd be attempting
the breach-of-promise line" said he to him
self, sand that would have been confound-
eddy awkward"
.just one week subsequently he took adj