Knoxville journal. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1874-1986, 1876-04-13
LAVE AND DRESSMAKING.

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ano vo,, really love me, Charleyg"
aDoI really live and breathe? Now,
on what's the use of asking such an
a sura question as that, when you know
''s -i well that I don't belong to my
wst all. I'm slave--a miserable, alb
'ss.,csntiye in the chain of your sweet
=. sna gentle words and what's more,
raven,t had the least desire to regain
nv lost freedom"
aNoosense, Charley
MT Ruth Murray said nonsense in
~ that clearly meant "The very best
~ sseasen and Mr.. Charles Trevor took
'iysntage Of the coqueitish syllables &C
rdtngly. !, ),
,snacious. luxurious old country house,
sgb q bright fire of hickory logs blazing
= The marble hearth, and the bay win
Sow curtained with warm crimson folds,
mat revealed a glimpse of clear orange
,,rilipht, belted with the silver crescent o
no new moonl You could not distinguish
much from the Pickering, uncertain light,
Int the eve of romancist is supposed to
h Internationally gifted, and the pen of a
romancst in no way deviates from the
ruth in saying that Charles Trevor was
tall and dark, and handsome, with wavy
black hair and frank lips, and eyes where
the brown shadows melted almost imper
ceptibly into velvet blackness. T#@
And Ruth Murray-what shall we say
of her, as she sits there on little cricket,
with the capricious re-gleams darling in
ines of light up and down the "bugle
rimnfing' of her piquant velvet jacket,
and occasionally pausing to mirror the M
selves refecti yely In the liquid blue
depths Of her lovely eyes! What can we
say! Only that she was very small and
very plump, with long, brown eyelashes,
and lips red and ripe as wintergreen ber-
ries, and hair like golden water, stirred
into fantastic ripples by summer evening
winds! Only that she was wonderfully
pretty, and coquettish withal, as most
pretty girls are apt to be! Isn't that
enoughs -e-s , -y-s -
Charley she said, thoughtfully,
playing with one of the sparkling buttons
Of her Jacket, Z" do believe that you
lose me-but I'm afraid that your senti-
nents will undergo an alteration, when
you know that--that-" --
THAT what" a.
al ought 90 have told you before" fall
tered Ruth, coloring wildly, and seeming
TO shrink away from the ruddy shine OF
the embers, only aE... ..4 ....
Told me aolat, darling?"
THAT / am only dressmaker." a-.
You dressmaker! And visiting at
Wardley Placer" .rr s,.....
Kate Wardley and l were school
mates, Oharley--and she is very kind
and she promised to tell nobody, lest peo-
pie should be cold to me-"
Hold on minute, Ruih," said Mr..
Trevor. 81 didn't ask the question be-
cause the fact made one Wits difference
In our relations toward one another-only
was taken a little by surprise as 1t were.
A dressmaker are you. Well, Ruth, /
shouldn't care If you were a crossing
weep. love you-and that's quite
nough for me-" $50
But Charley, ! am poor and OBJ
Hure"
What of thats I'm not rich by any
means, but ! am fully capable OF work
ing for us both--and as for being OBJ
sure, why, we'll try and see if we can
na make ourselves name ia the world,
Ruth
But you are not obscure, Charles the
lfeyors stand first and foremost in the cir
eies Of New York; know that, humble
little dressmaker though am"
What then?'
Why, the world will say that you have
made a Daesdlliance."
And what care for the worlds YER
act as long AS am happy in your love
Little Ruth, what sort of mercenary rem
esade do you take me for? love you
Aa IL I'm going To marry you"
mere was glitter srspiciously like
Iears ON the long eyelashes, as Ruth felt
Charles Trevor's loving glance resting on
aer lace, and the little hand stole softly
INTO bis with an unconsciously confding
movement.
Charley" said Ruth, in a soft, sti.
ued voice: "I'il try TO be a good wife 70
And tben--oh, strange, inscrutable
neart OF an!-Ruth Murray cried just
BECAUSE she was so very happy.
AID the next day the gay little coun'
~ house coterie broke up, all the guests
soing their several ways, and owning
,ne 70 another that "they had had de-
igndul time" and the next chapter In
men. book of fashionable dissipation had
!. y nile Ruth Marray went home to lit
y 'Wo-story brick house where staring
IN IN sign bore the words (" Miss Mackenzie,
lDfessmaker, put small thimble upon
a ~, aper middle finger, threaded her nee
''S =. ana went resolutely to work.
Inc bright January sunshine was turn.
ns me crusted snow 10 diamonds, and
'nasing Miss Makenzie's shabby ingram
,nanpet look half dozen degrees shabbiei
Ian ever--the wooden clock had just
STUCK eleven, and Ruth Murray, in a