Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1879-09-06
GOLD AND GILT.
CHAPTER I.
IN EARLY SPRING.

From Cassell's Family Magazine.1
She was very pretty girl. and she
knew it, and did her best. in an innocent
sort of way, to let other people know it ;
and she could not help thinking, as she
walked along the Feltham road, that
keeping company with Tom Dawlish-
who was plain. honest. hard working
young fellow-was rather waste of
time, and that marrying him would be
altogether throwing herself away.
Her reflections came to an end at the
door of Messrs. Bradbury's Office. and
she walked in, wholly intent on the bill
she had to pay. A smart-looking young
man received the money; and when the
| receipt was made out, and she turned to
20, she found that the shower which had
threatened for some time was coming
down with vengeance. 5es-, /
oh, dear; and have no umbrella. ,
she said.
wait here few minutes, miss it will
soon be over,' said the smart young man,
and then. having accepted his offer of
shelter, Mary found herself after min
ute or two thinking that he was a very
nice-looking young gentleman and that
he had beautiful halr-it was so nicely
curled-and he had little dark NOUS
tache, and wore such pretty blue neck
tie. Oh, he was very nlce-looking indeed.
Are you Mrs. Poole's sister P he ask
ed after few minutes conversation.
Mary flushed as she replied truthtully-
for she was far too good girl even to
equlvocate-that she was not such dis
tinguished individual, but only the house.
maid and chambermaid combined. And
then he asked what her name was and
with another blush she told him it was
Clara, but Mrs. Poole said It was too
fine a name for q servant, and so called
her Mary.
4 shall call you Clara he said, with
an appealing glance. Mary felt her heart
beat faster; something seemed to tell
her that her destiny had come, and she
had no words to say, so he followed up
his successful sally with another one:
| DO you ever get out of an evening
for walk?' ....
Sometimes she said softly.
| will you 90 tor walk with me next
time p ....
1t wouldn't be right; you are quite
strange, you see,' she answered slowly.
| sOh, we'll soon get over that. Perhaps
you are engaged, though? Mary's heart
gave a thump, for here was q practical
question, which showed that he meant
business. g. matrimony.
No, I'm not; but I'm wanted to be.
Not very lucid answer; but he under
stood it.
who TOP he asked, coaxingly.
well, l oughn't to say his name,' she
answered slowly; for in this; the most
important moment of her life, as she felt
1t to be, words seemed altogether to fail
her.
What is he p
.He's-he's carpenter Mary never
felt the truth more difficult to tell in al
her life.
"A carpenter he said in telling tont
of injury, not unmixed with scorn
Well, OF course, II am not better thar
a carpenter
ooh, you are, SIR said Mary in hel
excitement, putting out hand and rest
ing it for just a moment on his sleeve.
Mary lost her heart to the nice youns
man with blue tie. He never said any
thing more definite than he said the frs
} day; but he was always ready to TAXI
her cut, and most particular about hel
dress, and the result was that all her lit
tie hoard OF savings went in more or les
lll-chosen finery, and Tom Dawlish wa!
forgotten. There was only one thing
she refused to do, and that was, sh,
would not give up her Saturday after
noon to him. She always had to tax,
little Freddy Poole out for long wall
on that day. il being his half-holiday, ant
/ she would never consent to his oeing al
j, lowed TO run about wild in Kensingtol
Gardens. as Alfred Hill (for so the younI
man was calleD suggested, while sh
5 walked about with her fine sweetheart
He is such a wild little fellow; no
body knows what he might do if b,
had the chance.'
.Ah, you don't care for me- said tn
hero of the coal merchants Office. an,
the proud recipient of 80 shillings wee
, income. No answer cauie save that he
clasped hands made one in their dun
movement of contradiction. Not low
4 him. Why, every moment in the da
was devoted to thinking OF him; he
work was neglected, her money spent
her place in fair way of being forfeited
3 and poor Tom Dawlish nearly hear
. broken, and yot he said she did not Low
him. 'Ah, you don't care for me- b
,, repeated artiully enough; for no avow,
OF his own feelings had ever escape
!. his lips.
: Il do she said and covering her fac
, with her hands, let her head droop dow
. upon his shoulder.
CHAPTER II.