The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1878-04-30

A fortnight passed. Mr.. and Mrs.
Cameron were dining with the Feltons
"a quiet family) on. day, when there
was a very fine leg Of mutton on the
table.
"Yes, thank you. FELTON,. I will take
another slice," said Mr.. Cameron; THAT
is the best mutton I've tasted this long
time, far better than Brooks gives us
you trade with Brooks, don't you?"
"Ye es. usually answered Mr.. Eel
ton. hesitatingly, while Lottie and her
mother exchanged amused glances and
twrlve.year.old Susie giggled right out
"I shall 20 to Brooks tomorrow"
"We-we did not get this out Of
Brooks"
No? Who then ?"
"Of young man who has re.opened
Evans old place" said MIR. FELTON,, smi.
iingly.
Then III patronize him."
You could not do better; he is a very
worthy young man." said Mrs. FELTON,,
her husband being too busy carving to
reply.
"What is his name? Is he n towns
man! ?"
"I-I didn't ask him. Is it true that
Latimrr has failed ?' said Mr.. FELTON,.
These good friends evidently don't
wnnt me to deal with their butcher, but
I will" soliIoquized Basil Cameron.
On his way down town next morning
he took pains to pass the new butchers
shop. Glancing over the doorway
(fancy his horror y he saw a spick-and-
spang new sign board with "Maurice
Basil Cameron, Jr., Butcher. Poulterer
and Fishmonger." plainly thereon.
Young Cameron had indeed gone TO
work; this was the FIRST, indeed the only
opening that presented itself, for Nelson
was steady going town where business
rarely failel or started up very v!gor-
ously. and chances of establishing ones
self did not occur twice in lifetime.
Mauric. was standing near the door
VIII n his father approached; with his
immaculate apron and snowy shirt
sleeves, glossy collar and narrow block
neck. tic, he was handsome picture in
spite Of his very unromantic surround
ings.
Good morning. father" said he,
cheerfully. You see have gone to
work; took that money I've been, saving
for trip to Europe and opened this
little place. I've got Evans son with
me. and he knows all about meats and
thing; I'll learn after awhile. You'll
give Inc your"
Great heavens |! Is it's it You 2
Yes, sir, I, Maurice Basil Cameron,
Jr."
ItLiuk that Junior" was the bitter
cst drop liz the whole cup of the old man;
I really believe that. for momsnt, he
repeuted naming his son after himself.
Too angry. too much astonished to know
what to say, he turned on his heel and
walked away. but could not escape the
memory Of that awful sigp.board; three
times that week neat straw colored hand
bills were thrust under his eyes by boys
who werc distributing them through
the town, and bore the same legend {;
every time he picked up newspaper he
saw Maurice's advertisement; all Of his
acquniniances we're laughing over Maui
rice's freak. Gas he called it,) and not a
few men applauded the young man and
blamed him II was genuine agony.
Then. too, h. loved the boy and missed
his bright face from the home that was
So quiet wi'hour him; h. knew his vile
incurred i'.'rly over tn" separation aud
strongly suspected that she visited the
obnoxious shop ev-ry day; he did not
want to hurt her feelings, so he never
askrd her VIII re- sic borglt their meat
ani pnulrry. And a. the NV butcher
w;s dong thriving tu-'n.s~ there was
10 hope uf lis -u'ng iur m.rcy or help
Tire month, pas.rd anI ii Gay came
that f"I twenry.eirhi years Mr.. and
Mrs. Cameron had held as home fcsti.
val--their wedding anniversary. The
night before it dawned Ba>,l Cameron
know ihat IL vi c hrd cried rcarly al'
n,uh,. II ronld sh' kc T. festival
wi,hou' her hoy?
''Oh. d"ar!" he groap"d, as h" l"f
the house after breakfa>t. Il must do 1t.
The boy is stubborn--as | am; and |
can't see hi mother fret. Fa shall have
his country girl--confound her just
as he had the hammer and the looking
glsss when he was baby"
Richard. the cn,chman, almo-t fan
cid himself crazed when his master told
him to drive on the Barton road TO
Farmer Litch6cld's instead Of down to
the bank as usual early in the morning.
"Do-s Miss Sophia Lilch6eld live
here ?" he asked of pretty little girl
who was just coming out to the front
door Of the house pointed out to him as
Litchfeld's.
"Yes, sir, please walk in; she's here
in the parlor"
Instead Of a slipshod, blowsy girl,
Mr.. Cameron found SoI.hiA to be very
attractive Young lady; quite as well man
nered and pleasant MS Lortie Felton. His
visit was far longer than he intended
for he ended it by going all over the
farm with the father, while the daugh'
ter was making few changes in he'
dress preparatory to spending the day