Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1879-08-29
For some minutes no one spoke. Julia

For some minutes no one spoke. JUL;
stood at the window watching Charley VI
the street, and Mr.. Brookes leaned agains
the mantel watching Julia. At length HI
went to her, and said: 'Miss Tyrrel. Thu
little incident affects me profoundly. an
matter-of-fact man, and I have not
known how to indicate my love by compli
mentary speeches. But lido love you with
all my soul, and if you will be my wife, ]
can give you one of the most enviable DO.
sitions in England
81 do not love you, Mr.. Brookes."
stBut you might learn"
ooh, never! | love Charley Kath with
all my SOUL"
"Thank you again for being so honest
with me. But if you love Mr.. Rath, why
did you speak $685.
"Cruelly? Oh, don't know; Charley
provokes me sometimes. We have beer
engaged three years, both of us working
and hoping for better days; but they don't
come. Charley does his best, though; ii
is not his fault; and am ashamed Of my
|'self for making him feel his poverty SO
terribly a7
II beg YOU to believe. Miss Tyrrel, thai
my love is no selfish one. To make you
happy is its fondest hope-happy in your
own way, you understand. Can do any
thing to forward Mr.. Rath's prospects2''
eyes, really think you could. You
know all. the famous london editors, and
you are an M. F., and a rich man. too.
should think you could easily get Charley
some position that would afford us enough
! to live on. You see, don't want much:
II can make all my own dresses, and /
know how to'keep, house and cook, and I
can write too.n
'sMy dear young lady," said Brookes.
and his eyes were misty with tears, ''you
deserve every thing that you can desire.
Be very sure I:shall not forget you."- And
kissing her hand, 'he murmured over it a
farewell" and departed. 1
All this happened about five, years ago.
was July's confident at the time, and /
must say felt annoyed at her refusal OF
the rich Englishman. "You we're real sell
fish, july" said: .''you might have re-
membered what a nice place your house
would have. been for me to come every
year, and am just sick to 60 to England
too''
But one day in the autumn I got let
ter from July which made me suspect
something unusually good had happened.
"Come here directly" wrote July. "Char-
ley and are going to be married. We
are going to be married on next Wednes-
day and we sail for London on Saturday. .
1 went Immediately to see July; but
there was no getting her to behave reason
ably. It was Charley this, and Charley
that, till I was sick of the monotony. She
was like wild bird, flying up and down
stairs, singing and chattering. I really
never dreamed that any girl in her senses
conld have been so happy on the verge Of
such an awful, awful experiment as mar.
riage.
However, she always wrote such extrav.
agant letters that hoped the best in hel
case; and last Summer went to see her
ana so had an opportunity of judging fol
myself. Charley met me, and took me at
once to their house in Richmond. never
was SO amazed in my life. 1t was really a
splendid mansion-quite aristocratic, in
deed-and the furnishing, the silver, and
servants were all in keeping. They had
also handsome carriage and horses, and
Julia was dressed like the Queen of Sheba.
''My dear girl" said, as we sat chat
ting in my room, ''you don't mean to tell
me that all this splendor comes out of an
inkstandp If so. don't 60 back to New
York; shall ask Charley to put me in
the way of picking up the crumbs that fall
from the EDITORS table,"
Didn't tell you that Charley is in the
Customs now? Mr.. Brookes got him a
very lucrative position
81 should think SO. Then he does not
write now?''
"He writes his name, love, to papers
and things-writes Charles M. Rath' for
about four hours day.
Every profitable writing, July. / am
amazed when I look at your house, gar
dens, servants, dresses, etc."
''And yet they all came from that mark
ed ten-dollar bill. 1t was lucky bill to
me-almost like Aladdin's lamp. I wish
/ had it.''
"But don't think you will get it again
BrOokes is Just the man to fold his heart
up in it, hoard it away all his life, and
then make point of having it buried
with. think sentiment of that kind
sheer nonsense, but will indulge any
English that fancies it, at the same rate Of
interest that it has paid you, July"
And Julia said. with sigh, sit was a
lucky bill, Frances: I wish every poor girl
could find one like it. "-Harper's Weekly.
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