The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1878-06-08

Poor Patty hadn't been used to it
the confinement, the routine, the con-
tinual dust in her throat, the blur in her
eyes, the phantasmagoria of Haunting
color, of different costumes and faces at
one minute a face made up of such a
straight, lovely Grecian nose, such pink
rounded cheeks, such bright laughing
eyes, such a dimple in the chin! AS
that face would bend over the counter,
and the sweet breath of its mouth reach
Patty's bewildered senses, she would
gather the idea of it's beauty to her
brain, and then it would suddenly van
ish, and that nice little minute would be
gone, taking with it the lovely face; and
all at once another would take its place,
with a nose so crooked, a cheek so cadav-
erous, eyes so askew, and chin so retreat
ing that the heart of our English girl
was broken with it all. She would grow
confused over the change; the difference
in the currency was perplexing. Then
would follow severe reprimands, scowls
and sneers from her superiors, and mock
cry from her fellow clerks.
On the morning that Peter Robinson
went into the store to buy pair of
gloves Patty Burr stood there, as usual,
behind the counter, and to an outside
outside observer she was her plump,
round, saucy, apple-cheeked little self !;
but if her aunt Martha over across the
seas could have seen her, she'd have
scanned her with critical eye, then i'm
mediately sent her off to bed, and made
many q posset for her within the hour;
for the poor girls eyes were somewhat
ola -, Il.
her cheeks had deepened to flame, and
constantly she drew her hot lips within
her white teeth to moisten them, so
parched were they and dry. Peter Rob
inson knew there was pretty girl wait
ing on him, with a trip of the dear old
mOther-tongue in her accent that some
how warmed his heart. But he was not
a man to give way to any such beguiling,
else had he long ago fallen a victim to
its snares. In New York city there
were plenty of pretty shop girls and for
eign accents of any kind were to be had
for the seeking. Peter Robinson had
some conceit and bigotry and narrow
mindedness in his composition, but was
splendid fellow in the main He had
mapped out his life when scarce out of
his killed skirts, and determined to get
over to America, not with the idea that
he could pick up gold in her streets, or
delve it out of her bowels, but that he
could perhaps gatherit together by hard
listed toll and shrewd contrivance; then
he would spend it in the place where he
was born and reared, which was, to Pc
ter's mind, a rare place to live and die
particularly the latter Every time
he got out of the way of line of car
riages that ratified down to the ferry in
terrible hurry, because the cemetery
was 50 far away, and folks wanted to be
home before dark, Peter thought of the
low UNCOVERED kirk, only a stones
throw from his fathers door, and how
much to be envied were they who could
be carried thither upon the shoulders of
men who had bit of time to spare In
the mean time while Peter was hard to
be suited in the way of gloves, because
he wanted SO much for his money, and
it seemed to him there was fault in the
showing up the goods.
"Poof. woman!" he said, testify;
don't be showing me your shoddy
wares. What | want is a stout bit of
wool TO suit this beastly climate, where
one is first roasting and then freezing
That's true, Sir" said poor Patty.
Pm all in shiver now, and minute
agol was burning up"
cure not well, young woman"
said Peter, looking at her gravely, and
towering his voice to gentler tone.
You'd better get home and to bed at
once. Never mind the gloves. I'll take
this pair | have in my hand, and let
them be the last goods you sell to-day,
won't your"
1t must be near noon" said Patty.
the tears starting to her eve, as they
always did at the touch of tenderness
There's place down below here where
can get a cup of tea. | don't like to
risk my place by leaving it in the mid
die OF the day"
Better risk that than something
more precious" said Peter, suddenlT
ceiling greater interest in the health
OF this strange young woman than that
OF any one he knew
tie went out of the store with the
gloves in his hand, and walked rapidlv
IN the direction of one of the ferries. but
had gone but a block or two when iJnop
4 sign at the door of bakery, he read
that coffee and tea could be had within
for five cents a cup. He went in and
sat down at one of the marble tables,
calling for some tea, as he went along,
not at all cheated into the idea it was a
thing he would have done on any other
occasion. He looked upon confeotion.
cries and cakes of all kinds as concoc-
tions of the afrite of indigestion; mar
BILE table was an abomination to his sight
and touch, sending as it did, cold glare
to his eye and chill to his stomach, and
tea he never tasted when he could get a
glass of beer; but this must be the place
where that little woman had said she
could get cup of tea, and Peter could
not put aside for the life Of him this
sudden but absorbing interest in this
little woman's health. Sure enough, in
she came, with a faltering step and so
strangely bewildered manner that a