The Newtown bee., 1879-07-30

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 Now will you kindly get me pen and inkpn
 You will find them in the other parlor."
 Brool1es rose, and Julia followed him curiously. He spread out the bill, and wrote his name all over 1t in large, clear characters.
 Brookes."
 -'' It is too precious to use Remember, it really introduced me to you. l shall never let any strange hand touch it again"
 "Ah," said Julia, half pettishly and half longingly, you are rich and can afford sentiment. As for me, should be compelled to spend it in a week." | What a lot of nonsense altogetherp' said Charley, with angry contempt.
 "Of course," answered Julia. scorn- l fully, :" it is nonsense to you, sir. Ten 1 dollar bills are simply beefsteak and cigars in your eyes.n
 July, I did not expect this from you," said the poor fellow; and with 8 look of reproach that made her feel ut terly wretched he took his hat and left l them.
 For some minutes no one spoke. Julia stood at the window watching Charley up the street, and Mir. Brookes leaned against the mantel watching Julia. At length he went to her, and said: Miss Tyrrel, this little incident affects me pro- foundly. 1 am a matter-of-fact man. and l have not known how to indicate my love by complimentary speeches. But Ido love you with all my soul, and if you will be my wife, l can give you one of the'most enViable positions in Eng land.
 ''I do not love you. Mr. Brookes."
 But you might learnn
 "Oh, never! I love Charley Rath with all my soul.'"
 "Thank you again for being so honest with me-. But if you love MT. Bath, why did you speak so-so-"
 s' Cruellyp Oh, 1 don't know; Charley provokes me sometimes. We have been engaged three years, both of us working and hoping for better days; but they don't come. Charley does his best, though; it is not his fault; and I am ashamed of myself for making him feel his poverty so terribly"
 II beg you to believe, Miss Tyrrel that my love is no selfish one. To make you happy is its fondest hope-,happy in your own way, you understand. Can I :. pectsP"
 "Yes, I really think you could. You know all the famous London editors, and you are an MP, and a rich man too. I should think you could easily get Charley some position that would afford us enough to live on. You see I don't want much: I can make all my own dresses, and I know how to keep house and cook. and | can write too. !"
 My dear young lady," said Brookes, and his eyes were misty with tears, "you deserve everything that you can desire Be very sure I shall not forget you" And kissing her hand, he murmured over it a " farewell" and departed.
 
 All this happened about five years ago. I was July's confdante at the time, and I must say felt annoyed at her refusal of the rich Englishman. '' r ou were real selfish, July" said; you might have remembered what a nice place your house would have been for me to come to every year, and I am just sick to go to England, too"
 But one day in the autumn l got a let ter from July which made me suspect something unusually good had happened. "Come here directly" wrote July. Charley and are going to be married. We are going to be married on Wednes- day next, and we sail for London on Saturday"
 I went immediately to see July; but there was no getting her to behave reas- onably. It was Charley this, and Char ley that, till I was sick of the monotony She was like wild bird, flying up and down stairs, singing and chattering. 1 really never dreamed that any girl in her senses could have been as happy on the verge of such an awful, awful expert ment as marriage.
 However, she always wrote such ex- , travagant letters that 1 hoped the best in her case; and last summer I went to ! h0r and had nnn0rtnnitU Of } judging for myself. Charley met me, and took me at once Ito their house at : Richmond. never was so amazed in my life. It was really a!splendid q man. : sion-quite aristocratic, indeed-and the furnishing, the silver and servants were all in keeping. They had also a hand l some carriage and horses, and Julia was , dressed like the Queen of Shebst. l My dearesrl, , said, as we sat hat ting in my room, ''you don't mean to tell me that all this splendor comes out t ot an inkstand? If so don't go back :, to New York; I shall ask Charley toput me in the way of picking up the crumbs that fall from the editors table, l Didn't 1 tell you that Charley is in } the Customs now? MT. Broolles get } him a very lucrative position"
 II should think so. Then he does not t write nowp" Ml 3 "He writes his name, love, to papers , and things-writes Charles M. Rath l for about four hours a day" l "Very profitable writing, July. lam 7 amazed when l look at your house, gar dens, servants, dresses, etc. 7 And yet they all came from that 3 marked ten-dollar bill. It was lucky ) bill to me--almost like Aladdin's lamp I wish I had it.
 I But I don't think you will get il ) again. Brookes Is just the man to fold
 his heart up in if, hoard it away all his l life, and then make a point of having il
 buried with him. I think sentiment o , that kind sheer nonsense, but I will in
 dulge any Englishman that fancies it, al 7 the same rate of interest that it has paid f you, July"
 : And Julia said, with sigh, "I It was g lucky bill, Frances; I wish every pool 2 good girl could find one like it."-Har,