Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1877-11-15

An Every Day Incident.

was not to stand upon ceremony, so
III run down to day. Is is dismally
lonesome here, and somebody said
the Lawlor girls were the bellies of
the place. Who was it told me that
Julia Lawlor was the belle of Rush.
town, and that dolly was the incest
little thing 10 the world 2 I'll go
down and prove the assertion
ALI this in soIiloquy, as Mr.. Thorn
as Bardell donned his daiptiest
walking dress, drew on his lavender
kids, put on his glossiest silk hat
over his crop of curling hair. and sur
veying his handsome, fauitlessly- at
tired self in the long mirror, sailed
forth.
Rushtown was a collection of
country seats, a mile from a popu>
,us borough, and the Bardell place
was one of the most stately of the
many superb houses of which it was
composed Thomas Bsrdell, my
hero, was the nephew of the late
owner of the Bardell Place, and on
the death of that gentlemen had in
herIted bis entire property, greatly
to his own amazemenf, Mr.. Julius
Bardell, deceased, having quarrel ed
with every relation he had in the
world, and announced his intention
of leaving every dollar to charity.
That he did not, but relentingly
made a will in his nephew's favor,
brought Mr.. Thomas Bardell from a
college in Germany, whore he was
finishing his education, to Rushtown.
He was "a, an orphan, handsome
and talented, and had some private
fortune before his uncle's death.
That he was unspoiled modest, and
one who held all women as little
lower than the angels, may be astrib.
uted to the fact that he had moth
er who was true christian lady,
who loved him, and whose death,
when he had just attained manhood,
was the heaviest sorrow of his life.
Rushton was an unexplored coun-
try to my hero, but DIR. Lawler be-
ing the only physician in the place,
his residence was easily found.
The hall door stood open, the par.
lor door also was stretched inviting
ly wide, and after vainIy waiting for
the ring to be answered, Mr.. Bar
dell stepped inside the vestibule.
A voice high above bis head, and
in the narlor called.
tom, is that you?
The speaker, Dolly Lawlor, whose
name, be it here recorded, was Ma
bic, but who had been called Dolly
from her cradle, being at the top of a
high step ladder, scrubbing the paint
over a French window, heard voice
say:
1T is Tom, certainly
Hand me my soap, that's a good
said Dolly, from this lofty
pearch where she was seated, facing
the back windows, you know | am
afraid to look around or turn around
on the ladder, | am so sure to get
giddy.'
Whore is the soap? came in a
voice mufied by laughing
'Close down by the ladder, where
it has just dropped. Don't dare to
laugh at me, sir, for | am in the
depths of affection. Papa has in.
vited the heir to that splendid Bar
dell Place to drop in without cere-
mony. Did you ever, and we just
in the middle of Spring cleaning :?
So [ left Jane to finish up stairs, and
came down myself to make the par
Ior decent. There goes my brush !
Hand it up, that's dear
The brush was handed up, Dolly
not daring to take her eyes from q
Level. already feeling her head spin
ming with giddiness.
sWe can't be grand of course, and
the house Will look mean enough af-
ter Bardell place, but we can be clean
she continued, scrubbing vigorously
at the paint. 'And you know, Tom,
he is sure to fall in love with Julia,
and it is such splendid chance for
her, poor dear. She does so hate
our economies. She has gone over
to Mrs. Simpsons to finish her blue
muslin, and she can't help clean
house because it will spoil her hands,
and they are so pretty. Julia is love-
ly in blue because her skin is so fair,
if her hair and eyes are dark. She
will Just be perfect when she is rich,
Tom. l hope she will have him,
and papa and l can jog along for
ever. We don't mind cheap things
as poor Julia does. There that
paint cant be whittier. Pm coming
down, and you can move the ladder
over to the other window for me,
Tom
But, cautiously descending the
ladder, Dolly only caught feeting
glimpse of tall figure out at the
garden gate.
WELL she said, Juggling a. the
heavy ladder, 'if Tom was in such q
hurry that be could not move the
ladder he might at least have wait
ed to say good morning
Then being the weetest-temper-
ed of women, Dolly assembled the
ladder again and soon forgot Toms
rudeness in the absorbing duties she
had undertaken.
In the meantime Mr.. Thomas Bar
dell, shaking with laughter, wendell
his wav homeward, inwsrdly deter
mining to make the next call at DR..
Lawlor's when Miss Dolly was less
engrossed in the task of cleaning
paint and the difficulty of MAINTAINS
ing her equilibrium.
'For that must have been Miss
Dolly with the natty little boots,
and pink calico dress. She had love-
ly brown hair, though | could not
see her face
The next call made by the heir of
the Bardell Place found the parlor
shining with cleanliness, Miss Julia
Lawlor, a really beautiful girl, ar
raved in the blue muslns at the pi.
ano, and Dolly also in blue muslin,
knitting. The appearance of the
blue muslns was the result of Thorn.
as Bardell's apparently careless In
timation to busy DR.. Lawlor that be
;ntondad To sdrOD in that evening.