The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1876-07-29
JUSTLY RECOMPENSED.

"Have you heard the news about Miss
Temple, Ned? ." said Charley Ashton, as
he sauntercd leisurely up to the desk which
Edward Farnum occupied in Messrs. Smith
& Jones office on Wall street.
The warm blood colored Ned's cheek in
spite of all his struggles to prevent it, and
he replied:
No; hope no HARM
Well, l guess it wasn't. Come, put
up your book, and as we 60 up town I'll
tell you"
"No; l cannot leave yet I have not
finished my balance
"Oh, pshaw. you can finish that to-mor-
row before ten o'clock. l wouldn't work
as hard as you do for any man living, much
less these bankers, who think all fellow
is made for is to work and make money for
them. Come along"
No; | cannot go.''
"Well, then. the tale in short is, she's
had big fortune left her, some say five
hundred Thousand dollars"
An involuntary sigh escaped Ned, and
he rather muttered than spoke:
Il am sorry to hear it,
"Why, what's got into you, you ninny !?
Sorry? Why, haven't heard anything to
please me so much in many a day. al
ways liked the girl but I'm not philoso-
pher enough to marry her for love alone
My doctrine is, when poverty comes in at
the window love goes out at the door"
I'm afraid | don't agree with you in
all things, but have no time to discuss it
now. Miss Temple. in my opinion, would
be fortune for any man, did she not pos
scss a cent of money
"Pshaw, Ned, that's old fogy. Love in
a cottage! ha! ha! Well, l liked her pretty
well before, but l cannot help thinking
her attractions considerably enlarged since
! heard the news. Never should | have
thought of anything but a pleasant ac-
quaintance-guess III go in for her now.
Goodbye, old fellow, and don't hurt your
self over those bookS.''
Ned made no reply but he felt as if he
would like to grind his heel on one who
could speak solrreverently of her, who, to his
idea, combined every grace of heart and
mind, and perfection of form and feature
which should make up perfect woman.
His thoughts turned to action, aud he
caught himself stamping his heel on the
desk stool with such force as almost to
dent a hole in it, and, looking up, he saw
Mr.. Smiths steady gaze fixed upon him.
Back to his work he tried to bring his
thoughts, but they were not subject to his
will, and he found himself in great danger
of writing the thoughts passing through
his mind. "She is lost to me now. Oh,
how | wish it had never happened"' He
Shut his book, put away his papers, and
with that dreary, lost, far-away kind of a
look, passed unheedingly among the throng
on the money mart of the new world.
Charley Ashton lost no time in improv-
ing his opportunities, for that night found
him seated tete,d tete with Miss Temple in
a cozy little room in Twenty-filst street.
Miss Temple was an orphan, and had for
years lived with an aunt-her fathers Sis
ter. An income of four hundred dollars a
year had been left her. which at least sup
Piled all necessary wants. She was not
ashamed to assist her aunt about many
things some would call mental; and in
form and feature, heart and mind, all her
acquaintance said, fully sustained the
l..
had of her.
Ere the evening was over, Charley Ash
ton had succeeded in appearing deeply in
love, and not many days had passed ere he
had proposed and was accepted. OF all
her male acquaintance, Miss Temple had
always preferred the two young men men
toned 1t was true she had rather leaned
to the quiet, steady Mr.. Farnum, but of
late he had ceased to visit her, while Mr..
Ashton's presence had been almost con-
slant. Hence she had persuaded herself
that she loved and had accepted him.
Charley urged a speedy marriage; why
bring in a conversation too long for me to
detail, wherein it appeared that some of
the "boys' on the g street ~ were fixing
up pool to buy certain stock, and our
friend Ashton wanted some of the five
hundred thousand dollars to put in it,
Anna Temple preferred a longer time:
urged that time would make them know
each other better, especially in the init
mate relation they now stood. Charley