Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-05-11

linen the heavens opened, ana the rain
fell; and such rain! A bucketful at
drop, Jack said, when he came home 1
from town. He was wet to the knees,
and declared that, two blocks below, a
raft was plying from corner to corner; the
boys were getting out their boats, and if
the storm continued, the city of Venice
would be nothing to Babbleton. AS the
kitchen fire had gone out, Jacks clothes
were put to dry in the DINING room; the
meat pie was still in its dough casing, but
the coffee was warm; and there was
plenty Of cold ham in the larder "And
with ham and pickles." said Jack, 1--WE
can defy the elements
So they all sat down to supper, Mollie's
hair in one braid down her back, and the |
bib of her kitchen apron still tucked und-
er her chin, when suddenly there was a
ring at the bell.
eff that's Mr.. Fithian," said Mollie, II
shall die. Do run up and see, Jack"
Then Mrs. Muldoon and Mollie waited
in breathless silence, and, as the house
was small, and its acoustic properties ac-
| commodating, the smoothly modulated
tones of Mr.. Fithian came distinctly to
their ears. els Miss Mollie in?'' Jack
l ldIAAC1 luONS1C Biz "dS11 OuC. lIcil Vic
parlor door opened and shut, and Jack
came below.
"He's more like Mephistopheles than
ever tonight said Jack. ''He's always
tall and lean and cadaveros, but he's
specter now; and his eyes have: all the
cleaning of demon in their dreaming"
i SIS he very wet, JACKIE
| "Wet! He's drowned. But he's as
polite as mounseer; he's holding two
quarts of water at this present minute in
his high hat, and smiling blandly while
i. the rain drops over his marble brow
Mollie went bravely up into the parlor.
Now there is this about the grace Of
: youth, that it is invincible; and Mr.
Fithian had never found Mollie SO charm
ing as when she stood there before him
with her kitchen bib on, and her hair in
one braid down her back; but, on the
other hand, a gentleman of Mr.. Fithian's
phsique style and age can be awfully
brought to grief by two hours wading in
a tempest. His devotion was supreme
and merited better acknowledgment at
+ the hands of Mollie; but we all know the
weakness and ingratitude of human na
S ture. His overcoat and high hat and
;; overshoes were thrown together in we
:; mass upon the rack; Mollie saw them a.
| she passed through the hall, and hel
x heart sank within her. Did he expec
5 to remain? With the kitchen fire out
II and the back area filled with. water, ant
e nothing in the house but ham and pickles
: did this alien and stranger expect to b,
e asked to share their humble hospital
$ ty? He stood there, pretending to lool
q at book upon the marble table, Will.
r the water fell fIom his coat-tails in a pool
II "You-you are SO wet!" said Mollie =
/ II know it," he said. stCan't l g,
y some where and get dry? Let me q
II down stairs, Mollie, to the kitchen fire
surely you don't mind me, darling. Run
is down and ask your mothers permission
n Her mother met her at the stairs will
K pale face and outstretched hands
lie ''Dont come down, Mollie; the who'll
e lower floor is flooded; the heater is out
q Mollie went into the parlor again
y "There isn't one spark of heat in tn
s. whole house" she said to Mr. Fithian
1t "Perhaps, under these circumstances,
X would be better to retire to the uppe
at chamber" said Mr.. Fithian, whose teet1
e. were now beginning unpleasantly to chat
Dr. ter.
eyes, we'd better all go to bed,' sal
IS poor Mrs. Muldoon; ''we can at least b
G dry and warm there"
1t At that moment a portentous drop fel
Al straight from the ceiling upon the sparse
"a Uncovered Uranium Of Mr.. Fithian.
&c "Great heavens! the roof is leaking
tn cried Mrs. Muldoon and rushing Ii
lie stairs, they found stream of water i
tn the upper chamber gradually making il
way to the floor below It leaked fro1
te under the closet door. In that closet hun
st the better part of Mollie's bridaltroussea,
is She walked with faltering step an
i'll beating heart to the door, opened it, an
~ took one quick gasp to catch her breath
IN A gust of wind blew her one braid of hal
i'll over her eyes,the rain came pelting dowr
7e the sky-light had blown off; the prett
I'll conceits of silk and velvet, the unrivalle
I'll conceptions Of the dressmaker's brail
m the ribbons and lace and all the daint
re fnery there, had fallen prey to the d,
Sc vastation Of the elements. 1t was all owe
ce Mollie was pale, but calm. She wake
IA down stairs again with firm step A
he she went she heard familiar voice in
1T subdued whisper.
an "This floor is all right now, Mrs. MI
lie doom; the drain was clogged. Now JAG
IT. and l will get at the kitchen stovc.'
1t was the voice of Dolph Dacre, til
d. sweetest melody the world held for poo
k, little Mollie Muldoon. Nothing coul
We have kept her then from descending t
he the kitchen floor. It was wet and COLI
an and feebly lighted by the stragglin
h flame Of a solitary lamp, but Mollie SUE
H. emily found it radiant. 1t was warm,
st was glowing, it was delightful. Dolp
IL stood there, in his shirt sleeves, holdin
y the kitchen stovepipe, while Jack was e,
II. Treating the intruding brick. His lux,
us RANT locks were blown across his brow
nd bar Of SCOT extended Dolph's mustach
as but, oh! the invisible grace of you'll
ne Mollie looked at Dolph with claspe
ul hands and pleading eyes.
"Hold on, jack said Dolph, and drol
d. ped the stovepipe.
ad "What's the row?" said Jack, and lool
Sc ing up, found Mollie clasped to Dolph
ok bursting and exulting heart.
of ''It's all over, Dolph," sobbed Molli
y I did the best could, but everything
es spoiled. And what's the use? All ii
ed poor man can do is to get away, and sta
,le away forever"
ar- "I'll go for some conveyance for him,
he you say so so, Mollie," said Dolph, VIII