The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-07-19
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me present of pair of new eloves-kids,
pale yellow, with two buttons. / nearly
cried over them, the poor fellow has so lit
tie money; but he said Fossy must be
"swell, cost what 1t might. I had q rose
for my hair off Alice's bush and altogether
regarded myself as very fine, until
reached the Almys; then, as papa would
say, found my level, for the girls were
gorgeous-Lily in white silk, Ellen in love.
ly pink crepe, with her hair powdered
Oh, / can't pretend to remember. but thew
looked beautiful After all, | had Just as
nice time, for | danced every dance. in
spite of my old blue, German included.
Such kind, pleasant boy took me in to
supper, and | spoiled my gloves by getting
ice cream on the thumb Alice put on
some benzine, but they won't ever look SO
nice again. However, / never expect to
go to any more parties, SO except Tor their
being dear Toms present, it doesn't mat
ter"
why, what a baby this is" soliloquized
John Singleton, at this point. | didn't
know that there we're any such girls left"
November 10.-Studied, read, prac
tced, made gems for tea. Papa called them
capital"
November 15.-Ditto, ditto"
"Christmas Day.-'The owl for all his
feathers is a-cold.' Just came from church.
We decided not to give any present TO each
other this year, but to spend the my bit
we could spare on Mrs. Maloney and the
chicks. Tom presented me with his India
rubber pencil, Mr.. Squires having given
him new one"
INLAY 2.-IIow long it is since | wrote
anything in my diary All our time has
gone to papa. He is better now but how
frightened we have been 1t makes me
shiver to recollect it. What could we do
without papa Now summer is near, and
he will strong. Alice and | have lost so
much sleep that we are drowsy as owls"
"June Papa is better but Alice is all
tired out. How hard it is to be poor when
anybody is sick l don't mind it in well
times"
"August 10-Papa feels a little weaker,
but the doctor saysit may be only the heart
l was thinking, just now, of the sea, the
long, cool roll of the breakers and the
swash the gulIs diving and plunglng. the
crunching of the sand under foot, hard,
yet soft. How delicious it would be to feel
it all again Perhaps ! shall dream about
it to night"
august 11.-No | dreamed instead that
we were frying doughnuts in hot kitchen
What mid. summers dream am afraid
| have vulgar mind ~
October 4.-How.little guessed when
1 wrote such foolish words what was going
to happen. Papa is dead can't write
about it yet. Oh, papa ~
''Christmas again-such sad day . We
three have been sitting over the register all
the afternoon, and making our plans. Papa's
life insurance is all we have to live upon
now. Tom must give up being doctor,
and take clerks place. Mr.. Squires has
has found one for him. He is very brave,
and does not say one word to show how
disappointed he is but we all know. |
have written to Mrs. Morris to find rue
place to teach children. Alice says am
too young, but feel old, aud if the child
rem are not too big, think can manage.
Anything is better than letting Alice work
so hard. If no place opens as teacher !
shall try for something else, for do some
thing / must"
"January I7.-Nothing yet, and dear,
dear Alice has been i'll for three weeks She
is little better, or ! don't know what
should do.
"March Isl have heard of n place in
a shop"
Here the writing broke off abruptly.
John hastily turned over the remaining
pages. Not another word, except in pen
Gil near the end, 'black ribbon, thirty-sev-
en- cents boy at crossing, three cents
oranges for Alice, six cents = and under
meath single line "Patience is not al
ways pleasant, but she leads TO pleasant
things"
Heres a pretty business !" he solilo-
quized, slowing the little book in his breast
pocket. GAS well search for needle in a
hay-stack, as for this girl out of all New
York city. Why can't women write their
vrap anI nj in f,,n 10 tIn,r
about it ?"
lie took up a newspaper, but the letters
danced before his eyes, and before long he
had pulled the green book out again, and
was re-reading the journal. An odd eX-
citement stirred his pulses. For good
many years-in fact, since the age of nine
teen, when his first love Tilted him-he had
counted himself determined old bachelor,
and, having no mother or sister, had drifted
ont of the way of womankind and their in
terests. ''Flossy's" simple record seemed
tie have brought him back to this forgotten
world. 1t was as if a girl had sat down by
his side and whispered her secrets in his ear.
Visions of a sweet, tired face behind
counter, of appealing blue eyes Che was
certain they must be blue of veil of soft,
light hair chair to match the eyes, swept
over him, and all his knighthood was reused.
Find her he must, and help her but how?
Never did search seem so unpromisingly de-
void of clue.
Found. a small green pocket book APP
peared next day among the personals" in
the Herald, and was reiterated so many
times thereafter as to become, as it were,
permanent feature of the paper. A sim
gular rage for shopping seized upon John.
Every afternoon, leaving his office early, he
betook himself to this amusement, choos-
ing ALWAYS those shops where women were
employed. No bride elect, with a trous-
seau to buy, ever went into the business
more determinedly Long stairs daunted
fourth, even those mysterious topmost re-
gions where "ladies' QUILTING is attended
to. Everywhere he questioned, shave you
among your employees young lady named