The Beaufort tribune and Port Royal commercial. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1877-1879, 1877-05-17
I'D learn trade if han't talent enough

1or. profession.
The average quantity and quality OF
brain is scarcely sufficient for profession,
and I'm too old to be taken as an appren-
tice. If were not and could be converted
in O q shoemaker, or brick-layer---or-.-or
plumber, I think I'd prefer being
a plumber, they only come and look at
things and 60 away again, l couldn't give
you house like this, where you could sit
on the porch with peach 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 as
we'll as do and yet she explains with
great slowness and emphasis. Il meanthat
q man should be able to support the woman
he marries 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 temper? You're
mistaken. l never saw your dimple 30
angelic in my life. But l say, Leo he con-
tinued more seriously, if prove to you
that on an emergency---that is, if you with
your luxurious tastes and general extrava-
gance should waste my substance in riotous
living after We were married---if / prove to
YOU that in that case / should be willing
and able to give you bread with an occa-
sional bit of butter---would you name the
dayT
That emergency never could arise
well, imagine any emergency you
choose, only answer me, Would you name
the day?
What day?'
'Leonorap
Yes, would
you would---fair and square now?
Il would Isn't that enough%
Quite enough. But it must be an early
one.'
'Must%
win, 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 thimble
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 sufi-
cient toprove to you that l am competent
to earn the bread and butter of which !
have spoken
But Clift'--dropping her eyes for the
first time.
well, Leo'---clasping the bright face be-
tween his hands, and making her raise them
again.
Are you sure you know how you ad
mire pretty women, and I'm not pretty
But you're good--and to me the love
liest and sweetest girl in the whole world
One Thursday afternoon, two days after
the dialogue on the back porch, Miss Leo
nora Lonsdale, as she was wont on Thurs
day afternoons, being the executive ability
of some charitable society that met on that
day, stepped into a somewhat crowded
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 familiar
hand. Her eyes rested on it an instant and
then travelled up the arm to which it be-
longed until they met the face--half hid
den by slouched, broad bIimmed hat---of
the conductor, Cliff Cameron!
She demurely placed her fare in his hand
and, her enemies would have said, the cast
in her eye beams more impish than ever.
The day % said the conductor in low,
firm, business-like tone, not CLEAN of in
telligence lighting up his big, blue eyes.
six months from date replied Leonora,
in the same tone, as she dropped her pocket
book back in her satchel.