The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-05-12

academy and was escorted home from
lyceums and singing schools by George
Clifford; for what girl of sixteen is re-
CARELESS of beaus and moonlight?
AS for James Henry he was the cock
ney's ideal of a Yankee. Tall, light
haired, shrewd-eyed, simple and talk
alive; when he stood leaning up againsta
ood-pile, whiting, you would exclaim:
| recognized type, when in reality it is the
exception. The rule follows after youths
of George Clifford's style. sgIfo
Meanwhile James Henry was not idle.
| He had worked up the old churn so that
| it worked like charm, the Widow
Arnold said; the old clock had found
voice and licked loudly and regularly in
the corner, and on a clear afternoon
| passers-by could hear mysterious noises
in the attic where James Henry was
working at some machinery of his own.
| The neighbors shook their heads and
| calculated: "Jest like his father, shift
! less Never'll amount to nothin', no
more'n he did. Coin on twenty one, and
| layin' around for his mother to wait on"
Kate had kindly feeling for her old
| schoolmate, and she was sorry to hear of
his shiftlessness, and she had decided
when she had an opportunity to make
him understand that it would be much
better to undertake some steady en-
| ployment than to follow the bent of his
erratic fancy.
| One day, returning from the village,
| she passed Miss hrnold's house and
| paused to pote its appearance, which
was not one whit improved, but as I'M
kempt and dilapidated as is suitable for
| the abode of genius. Kate gave a little
sniff of contempt at the black walls and
flying shingles, just as James Henry
came to the door. He no sooner saw
her than he called out: Glow dye,
Kate?"
Good morning, Mr.. Arnold" replied
Kate. s'. aT H
He appeared disconnected for mo.
ment, and said, deprecatingly: ...
'." | hope hain't put you out, nor
nothin'?" ''''.
Certainly not" she answered, freez-
ingly. .aslaur "a. .-t.,
Il should feel powerful sorry if I had,
but wait just minute," and he vanished
INTO the mouse.
Kate was vexed at his assurance, as
she was pleased to call it, and walked
on, determining not TO wait, but, Curl
osity becoming stronger than pride,
after few steps she paused, Just as
James Henry came running breathlessly
toward her, holding something in his
hand.
"There, Kate" he said, and blush
overspread his face, while his tall lank
form twisted about awkwardly, :" made
it for We some little spell ago, but amt
had no chance to gin it to ye." .. FL"
When he was embarrassed he talked
the vernacular in way to make an ety.
mologist's hair stand on end with frenzy,
but Kate did not notice it; her attention
was fixed on the work box, dainty and
delicate enough for princess. On the
cover was bunch of grapes, with leaves
and tendrils so exquisitely natural as to
deceive one, particularly. as they were
stained rich purple and dark green,
while the whole was beautifully polished
Delicate carvings of network and flow
ers adorned its sides and the tiny COM
Epartments. No wonder Hates eyes
SllSteneu Win pleasure.
"Why, James, is it possible you made
this? 1t is perfectly lovely"
Girls say perfectly lovely whenlook-.
ing at a sunset, eating an ice-cream, or
describing picnic, and Kate felt hardly
satisfied with the words, but James Hen
~ was delighted. Perfectly lovely yes,
and so was Kate, with the bright flush
upon her cheeks, and the pleasant
sparkle in her eyes.
II am real glad you like it." he said.
" whitfield out your name on the side,
there. You haven't noticed it, guessn
He could not account for the express
sion. The mouth drew down into
scornful curve, the forehead took on
wrinkle, and her eyes were ready to over
flow with vexation. There was scorn,
anger and sorrow. What could it mean?
"Aint the letters pretty? l liked
them best of all. That c."
"That Cm She repeated, scornfully.
Cate! Did you think that was the
way to spell my uame?" s. & 4
"Oh, is that all?" he exclaimed. II
was afraid you didn't like the way made
EN-"
nc COuiu HoI udNc Sdlu WIFI CndkeS-
peare, "What's in namew for to him
more of sweetness and beauty fingered
around the name of Kate than any other
but a letter! Kate was Kate, however
spelled. In fact he did not know vet
wherein he had failed, and he asked:
o." Which letter is wrong?" ....t. ..
She looked at him doubtingly.
Is it possible you do not know? 1t
is spelled with a X instead of a c. Oh,
James" she cried, and her lips trembled,
"to think that you didn't know any bet
ter! Almost twenty-one, and not know
how to spell. should be ashamed to do
as you do. How can you be contented
to stay at home for your poor mother to
support while you are pounding and
hammering the livelong day on what
will never do you any good? If you
must pound and hammer, there is plenty
to do on this fence, and window, and
shingles. Be man, James, and help
your mother. Look at her now, digging
potatoes for your dinner" n.
James Henry hadlistened to this TRADE
with shame and sorrow. His face, at
first so flushed, was now deathly pale.
He was not angry, though had he been
less humble he would have resented such
interference. He answered the scornful
I