The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1877-01-19

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ooh, comfortable sort of day =
Not much to do"
''But you always have to be on hand
in that fusty depot. Iwish you would
give up telegraphing."
"And take in sewing, aud earn a
quarter OF what do now. That's the
II way men talk. Telegraphing's too pub
lie, expectT"
''I'I rather q woman 1 cared for did
MT do it,"
'.Nonsense!n flashed Tilly. You
couldn't learn telegraphing yourself in
in year. learned in fortnight =
Telegraphing is real art 1t takes a
great deal more brains than your work
at the MILL"
Mr. johnson was naturally nettled.
That can't be SO. What with &C
counts, and management, of machines,
i have my hands full. Telagraphing
is as easy as reading when one is accus
toned o IT,"
Its not easy. You needn't contra
diet me. It's exceedingly impolite OF
you"
'Iinpolite to you! Why, Miss Tilly."
the young man said, lowering his voice
lest the passers on the walk should
hear, you're the woman want to be
most polite 70. You know L"
Il know l wish you'd hurry. I'm
freezing to death here, right in sight of
the house. 1 should think we'd been
fifteen minutes coming . quarter OF a
mile"
Mr.. johnson nutely mended his pace.
Arrived before the boarding.house, he
stood still, mute, on the sidewalk
Tilly, safe on the steps, and with the
door half open, turned lack to him.
81 know I'm cross, but l can't help
it. I'm as hungry and cold as can
be. You're real good 10 come round
and walk home with such bear as
ain, You'll come again, won't youf"
che added, coaxinsly, laying a little
gloyed hand Oh bis arm. '-I'll be as
pleasant as can be-
The little gloved hand was seized
and pressed to fps half hidden by a
bla * Eustache. Miss MErens was
for a III Elent confounded by this sud-
den audacity. Recovering her wits.
she glanced hastily up and down the
street, and snatchcd her hand away
Like Uriah Heep, she had ''gone too
far" but she could go back again.
What DO you mean, sir? l think
hereafter | shall have to depend on
the escort of Mr.. Jones"
Il beg your pardon" The young
man sreE ped back lirtle, and the rays
of a street lamp showed cheek flush
ed like girls. Il will bid you good
uight, and not interfere with Mr.. Jones
again" was the bitter addition
Don't be foolish. l didn't say you
interfered with Mr. Jones'"
"He was coming round this evening,
l suppose"
Il didn't say that either. He came
last night. Mr.. Jones is very respectful
to ME if am in telegraph office"
''How can you speak in that way ?
As if l could be any way but respectful
to the girl /"
"Oh, never mind apologies. Its too
cold for extras to night and ran't my
supper And I'm sure l don't want to
quarrel with you"
"Then yon1l forgive me-" was the
quick question.
Tilly turned again and held out her
hand, saying, in her old tone
''rm a good deal better at forgetting
l think. Ifyou're always very circum-
spect in future. | sha'nt remember this
at all. Good bye; I'll see you to NOR
row. - and the little figure vanished.
The same little figure. dressed in a
smart suit of black silk and hat with
gay plumes, was seated, on next Wed
nesday afternoon, by the side of Mr.
Jones, in a stylish cutter. Some parts
of the conversation that took place
here record: H-. ..-
"Pretty house there on the left" re-
marked Mr.. Jones.
sit takes my fancy, it's SO cosy and
domestic. Imean to live in such house
when l settle down, provided it suits
my wife. How do you like tho house,
Miss Tillyr
"Oh, houses are pretty mnch the
same to me, if they are not boarding
houses"
"Yes, boarding houses are disagreea
BILE Don't you think man ought to
be settled in home of his own by the
tire he reaches my age, Miss TillyT'
'Idon't know what your age is, Mr..
Jones"
I'm twenty eight"
"Oh, then have the advantage of
you by seven years. I'm twcnty-one. p"
Just the age I'd like my wife to be, ;
said Mr.. Jones, with a side glance at
Tiily's face.
Miss M'Ewens didn't blush, but pull
ed her fnrs closer with the remark:
Its little singular, but I'm exactly
Mr.. Jotnson's age. He was telling me
so two days ago."
"Was he?" Mr. Jones gave the horse
a skeen cut with the whip.
"Oh. don't. Do you know you pro
missed me l might drive! And you al
ways keep your promises" Tilly said,
favoring Mr.. Jones with glance and
smile that restored his good humor.-
His half-vexed, half amused look be
came wholly admiring as he surrender.
ed the reins to the little hands stretch.
cd out to receive them.
What puzzle you are, Mis-. Til.y
A fellow doesn't know how to take you
| know a fellow, though, who woulu
be very glad to take you if be could gel
! you"-and Mr.. Jones bent his head "a
that he could send level glance fron
his blue eyes into TiIly's black onea-
Miss N'Ewen looked straight at the
sunny road before her.
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