River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1877-05-24
-rd learn trade if I hadn't talent

I'D learn a trade If | hadn't talent
enough for profession
The average quantity and quality OF
BRAN is scarcely sufficient for o profession
and I'm too old to be taken as an appren-
I tice If were not and could not be con
verted into shoemaker, or brick-layef
-or-or-plumber, | think I'd prefer be-
/ ing plumber, they only come and look
at things and 90 away again, couldn't
give YOU house like this, where you
could sit on the porch with apeaeh tree IN
front of you and nice grapevine over you,
making clothes for horrid children around
corners"
Nonsense, | don't mean that"
What do YOU mean then" reaching up
and plucking grape from low-hanging
branch.
"Cliff Cameron, YOU know what mean
well as do, and yet she explains with
great slowncss and emphasis. Il mean
that a man should be able to support the
woman he marTies either by his head or
hands whether he is ever obliged to or
not. Go away, you are putting me out of
temper
Putting you out of tempers You're
mistaken. / never sIw your dimple so
angelic in my life, But say, Leo" he
continued more seriously, "if L prove to
you that on an emergency-tha IS, II you
with your luxurious tastes and general eX-
travagance should waste my substance in
riotous living after we were MARRIOTT
prove to YOU that in case | should be will
ing and able to give you bread with an
occasional bit of butter-would you name
the day.n
THAT emergency never could arise"
"Well, imagine any emergency you
choose, only answer me. Would you name
the day.
What day."
"Lenoram
"Yes, would"
You would-fair and square now!'
Il would. Isn't that enough!"
"Quite enough. But itmust be an early
one"
"Mustln
Twill, my blessed"
yes"
Cliff Cameron arose deliberately, took
away the sewing, deity converted it into
a ball and tossed it up among the grapes,
made both small hands, little gold thin
BILE and all, prisoners, and kissed her upon
the dimple, upon the left eye, and lastly
upon the warm, red lips.
Mr.. Cameron, this is premature, said
she, her cheeks glowing like two pink
roses.
" Not at all, Miss Lonsdale, you are
mine. Tomorrow | will take my place
among the workers. 1t will be humble
one, but sufficient to prove to you that |
am competent to earn the bread and but
ter of which have spoken
But Cliff'-dropping her eyes for the
first time.
"Well Leo "-clasping the bright face
between his hands, and making her raise
them again.
Are you sure-yOu know how you adj
mire pretty women, and I'm not pretty"
" But you're good 70 me the love
hest and sweetest girl in the whole
world
On Thursday afternoon, two days after
the dialogue on the back porch, Miss Leo
nora Lonsdalc, as she was wont on Thurs
day afternoons, being the executive abil-
ity of some charitable society that met ON
that day, stepped into somewhat crowd
ed street car, looking neither to the right
or left, but straight before her, in her
usual manner.
Once seated, she distracted her pocket
book from her satchel and took from it
the inevitable five cents, when she became
aware of hand stretched out toward her
"a mans hand, a handsome hand. a ia
miliar hand. Her eyes rested on it an in
slant and then Travelled up the arm to
which it belonged until they met the
face-half hidden by slouched, broad
brimmed hat-of the conductor CliffCam-
eron.
She demurely placed her fare in his
hand and her enemies would have said,
the cast of her eye beams more impish
than ever.
The day." said the conductor in low,
firm, business-like tone, not a CLEAN of
intelligence lighting up his big blue eyes.
!" Six months from date, replied Leono-
ra, in the same tone. as she dropped her
pocket book back in her satchel.