The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-09-13
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GOLD AND GILT.
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IN EARLY SPRING.

sort Of way, to let others know It; an
she could not help thinking, as she Wake
along the Feltham road, that keepin
company with Tom Dawlish-who wa
just a plain, honest, Woodworking youn
tellow-waS rather a waste Of time, an,
that marrying him would be altogethe
throwing herself away.
Her reflections came to an end at tn
door Of Messrs. B%radbury's Office, and sh
walked in wholly intent on the bill sh
had to pay. A smart looking young ma
received the money; and when the re
ceipt was made out and she turned to &c
she found that the shower which ha,
threatened for some time was COMM
down with a vengeance.
"0h, dear!" she said, ~ have no um
brella.h
"Wait here a few minutes, miss; It will
soon be over" said the smart young man
and then, having accepted his offer o
shelter, Mary found herself, after a min
ute or two, thinking that he was "a very
nice looking young gentleman los shl
after described him to the cook and tina
he had beautiful hair it was so nicely
Curled-and le had II little dark nous
laehe, and wore such q prettY,bluo neck,
tie; oh! he Wa very nice looking indeed
Are YOU Mrs. Poole'S sisterP" he asked
after u few minutes conversation. Mary
flushed as she replied truthfully-for sh(
was far too goodG girl to equivoCate-thaj
she was not such a distinguished individ,
ual, but only the housemaid and chamber
maid combined. Andthen he asked what
her name was, and with another blush
she told him that it was Clara, but Mrs
Poole said it was too fine a name for {
servant, and so called her Mary.
II shall call you Clara" he said-"shal
II" he added, 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 an,
other one: "Do you ever get out OF ar
evening fort walk?"
Sometimes" she said softly.
timer"
at wouldn't be right; you arc quite
strange, you see" she answered slowly.
"Ohl we'll soon getover that, you know
Perhaps you are engaged, thought
Mary's inconvenient heart gave a thump
Tor here was a good practical question,
which showed that he meant business II,
C,-matrimony.
"No, I'm not; but I'm wanted 10 be-
Not a very lucid answer but he under
stood it.
"Who to2" he asked coakingly.
"Well, perhaps l oughtn't 10 say his
name" she answered slowly; for in this
the most important moment OF her life
rs she felt il to be, words seemed alto
gether to fail her.
"What is he2"
"He's-he's a carpenter" Mary neveI
felt the truth more difficult to tell in al
her life.
"a carpenter!" he said in a telling tone
Of injury, not unmixed with scorn. "Well
OF course, if | am not better than a car
penter-"
"Oh, you are, you are, sir" said Mary
IN her excitement, putting out a hand and
resting it for Just q moment on his sleeve
Mary lost her heart to the smart younl
man with u blue tie and the weli.oiled
hair. He never said anything more def
mite than he said the first day; but he wa.
always rea ly to take her out, and mos
particular about her dress; and the result
was that all her little hoard OF saving
went in more or less ill.chesen fnery, AM
Tom Dawlish was forgotten. There wa.
only n thing she refused 10 do, and tina,
was, she would not give up her SATURDAY
afternoon to him. She had always had L
take Frankly Poole out for Il long wall
on that day, it being his half holiday, and
she would never consent to his being al
lowed to III about in Kensington Gar
dens, as Alfred Hill flor so the smar
young man was called) suggested while
she walked with her fine sweetheart,
"He is such a wild little fellow; nobod,
knows what he might do II he had thu
chance"
"Ah! you don't care for me-" said the
hero Of the coal.merchant's office, and The
proud recipient Of thirty shillings a weeI
income. No answer came save that hel
clasped hands made one in their dumb
movement Of contradiction. Not love
him! Why, every momentin the day wa.
devoted to thinking Of him; her work wa!
neglected, her money spent, her place in
q fair way OF being forfeited, and poo
Tom Dawlish nearly h%eartbroken, and vel
he said she did not love him. "Ahl You
don't care for mel" he repeated artfull,
enough; for no avowal OF his ownfeelingt
had ever escaped his lips.
"Oh. lido! IdoW she said; and. cover
ing her face with her hands, let her heat
droop down upon his shoulder.
CHAPTER II.
AFTER THE SUMMER.