The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1879-09-06
GOLD AND GILT.
CHAPTER /.
IN EARLY SPRING.

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 just plain, honest, hard work
ing young fellow-was rather a 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, she turned to go,
she found that the shower which had
threatened for some time was coming
down with vengeance.
ooh, dearP' she said, "and have no
umbrella"
"Wait here a 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
minute or two thinking that he was ga
very nice-looking young gentleman" Gas
she after described him to the cook, and
that he had beautiful hair-it was so
nicely curled-and he had little dark
moustache, and wore such pretty blue
necktie; OIL he was very nice looking
indeed.
Are you Mrs. Poole's sister," he
asked, after few minutes conversation.
Mary flushed as she replied truthfully-
for she was far too good girl even to
equivocate-that she was not such dis
tinguished individual, but only the
housemaid and chambermaid combined.
And then 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 name for servant, and so
called her Mary.
81 shall call you Clara" he said
"shall 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 another one: "Do you ever
get out of an evening for Walk"
Sometimes" she said softly.
Will you 60 for awalk with me next
timer
1t wouldn't be right; you are quite
strange, you see," she answered slowly.
"Oh! We'll soon get over that, you
know. Perhaps you are engaged tho ?"
Mary's inconvenient heart gave thump,
for here was good practical question,
which showed that he meant business
1. t., mst-imony.
"No, Pm not; but Pm wanted to be-"
Not q very lucid answer; but he under
stood it.
"Who to?" he asked coaxingly.
"Well, perhaps / oughtn't to say his
NAME" she answered slowly; for in this,
the most important moment of her life,
as she felt it to be, words seemed alto
gether to fail her.
What is he?"
"He's-he's carpenter" Mary never
felt the truth more difficult to tell in all
her life.
"a carpenter he said in telling
tone of injury, not unmixed with scorn.
"Well, of course, if Pm not better than
a carpenter"
cob! you are; you are, sir" said
Mary, in her excitement, putting out
her hand, and resting it for just one mo-
ment on his sleeve
Mary lost her heart to the smart young
man with the blue tie and the well-oiled
hair. He never said anything more def
mite than he said the first day; but he
was always ready to take her out, and
most particular about her dress; and the
result was that all her little hoard OF
savings went in more or less ill-chosen
fnery, and Tom Dawlish was forgotten