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

1lstasttul to her-do you mean to say !
hat Dolph Dacre can't get as many shoes
as he wants?'
swell, sis, if it come to that, can I?
Can you? Poverty is a blamed uncomforta-
bic thing; but hope it's no disgrace"
'1t is disgrace. It is hidcous, helm
Gus, unbearable crime'' said Mollie, and
pushed her chair away, and went up stairs
to cry her pretty eyes out.
Her mother found her with her head
buried in the pillow, her whole little
body quivering with excitement.
"Why, Mollie, my child -began poor
placid Mrs. Muldoon; and then the young
termagant turned upon her.
''It's your business" she cried, ITO put
an end to this madness between Dolph
and me. Do you think it's very nice
thing to have your daughter-pap |
daughter-engaged to be married to man |
that can't afford to buy himself a pair Of
shoes!"
"a little temporary embarrassment,
my child"
"a little temporary tiddlestick!' broke
in Mollie. "It's forever and ever, and
hopeless, and wish was dead!". Here
she began to. sob again.
"What can / doc" said poor Mrs. Null
doom.
''You can break off the engagement
forbid him to enter your doors insult
him-tell him you wont give your daugh
ter to paupermake him SO mad he'll
never look at me again"
''I'll do nothing of the kind,'' said the
poor lady, her cheeks beginning to burn.
II admire and respect the young man too
much to cause him any unnecessary suffer
ing; but I'll tell him to give you up, for
his own sake as we'll as yours"
Poor Dolph met Mrs. Muldoon half
way. He confessed it was the merest
presumption upon his part to aspire to
| the hand of a creature SO fair and sweet
| and supremely perfect; he owned that his
pecuniary prospects were hopeless, and
his future blank season of despair.
II can get him back again." said Mol
lie; but she found this not so easy, after
all. Dolph had pride of his own that
had long battled impotently against his
love. He Came no more to the house;
the skating pond missed its champion
the main street lost its most graceful
promenador; no more little billets-doux
went into the vest pocket nearest his
heart, or lay in the perfumed recesses Of
Mollie's battered writing-desk. The
brokers' Office where Dolph was employ
ed opened late and closed early, for there
was very little business doing those times
Of commercial depression, but he haunted
the busy streets of the financial center
! with SO haggard and distracted an al,
that he passed for youth who had ven.
tured his all upon some rotten security
and lost it. Which, indeed, was the truth
in more ways than one.
Mollie, who had not looked for this
flrmness of resolve upon his part, begar
to grow pale and listless; she also forsooh
the familiar haunts that love had made
| SO delightful, and busted herself more
than ever with patching up the outward
, appearances of her toilet and the shabb,
surroundings at home. She grew les
plump, less rosy faint lines of though
) traced her fair white brow; her eyes tool
, shade Of melancholy in their depth tina
, made them a deeper, softer, darker blue
."She's losing her health,' sighed poo
r Mrs. Mnldoon.
1t was midsummer, and Babbleton wa
, at its lovliest and best, and it became nee
f essary for fashionable people to leave i
2 at once. Among the arrivals at a popula
| watering place might have been noticed
g the names of Mrs. Cinqbar and her nice
t Miss Mollie Muldoon, and within a mont
: letters began to reach Babbleton that mad
6 the heart of poor Mrs. Muldoon beat wit
: alternate hope and fear.
4 sMollie behaves like an angel" wrot
e Mrs. Cinqbar;; ,s:and if you show the leas
g discretion and sense in following up thi
providential opportunity of hers, it viii
. be the luckiest thing in the world for yo
:; all. Mr.. Fithian is a man of distinction
e and influence as well as wealth, and vii
be able to give Jack "a push in life. w
l should all of MS be exceeding grateful
for Mollie's success; and l do hope you'll
| manage to get that moldy dining roor
e Of yours repapered and painted befor
g Mollie's return. Jack might help in thes
: things during his holidays, and I'll Sc
g that you have presentable linen and chin
q for the table. If you lived within tn
g pale of civilization, Mr.. Fithian needn
b of course, stay to a meal; but no one ca
d tell what may happen in that miserabl
) Babbleton, in the way Of a food, or hui
r ricane, or something
y Mrs. Muldoon did her feeble best, aid
/, ed by some abortive efforts Of Jacl
It whose invention far outran his executiv
II ability; but when Mollie came back tn
Il whole domestic menace began to wear a
air of comfortable serenity. Mollie sootl
g ed the fear and fluster of her mamma, a
/, tered her old black silk to the newes
e style, coaxed and bnllied Jack into SEM
d recognition of the inevitable, and every
r thing went merry as a marriage-bel
n Aunt Cinqbar was astonishingly generou
for one of her cautious proclivities; an
d other relatives, who had hitherto been a
adamant to the calls for relief, becam
" plastic as putty in the face of this joyft
extremity.
k Mollie's wedding trousseau far exceed
,, ed her widest ambition; and as. she ha
t considerable versatility of soul, thes
: smooth expanses of silk and velvet too
l. some such shape to her as the lump
rough marble to the sculptor, or NIGEL,
p stretched canvas to an artist. Her eye
began to glow before the scissors snippe
1 into the material; and when the who
r ideal conception was realized, and pa
it ticularly as the train hung we'll, and sh
n was fitted to nicely, she was wildly hal
2 Ply.
t. Only once was there an open allusio
to Dolph. When it was proposed thu
l. the bridal couple should kneel during til
benediction, mo, no." cried Mollit
l. men never kneel gracefully, at least thel
are very few--only one; but never mind
g Two or three hours after, her mothe
n came upon her unawares, and found he
h with her face bowed upon her hand