Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1879-07-18

Now will you kindly get me pen and
inkP"
You will find them in the other
parlor."
Brookes rose, and Julia followed him
curiously. He spread out the bill, and
wrote his name all over it in large, clear
characters.
you have made it useless, Mr..
Brookes."
"It is too precious to use. Remember,
it really introduced me to you. | 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 lot of nonsense altogetherm
said Charley, with angry contempt.
"Of course" answered Julia. scorn-
fully, 1" it is nonsense to you, sir. Ten
dollar bills are simply beefsteak and
cigars in your eyes,"
"July, l did not expect this from
you" said the poor fellow; and with
look of reproach that made her feel ut
terly wretched he took his hat and left
them.
For some minutes no one spoke. Julia
stood at the window watching Charley
up the street, and Mr.. Brookes leaned
against the mantel watching Julia. At
length he went to her, and said: "Miss
Tyrrel, this little incident affects me pro-
foundly. | am matter-oRfact man.
and l have not known how to indicate
my love by mplimentary speeches.
But do love you with all my soul, and
if you will be my wife, can give you
one of the.most enviable positions in Eng
land.
4 do not love you. Mr.. Brookes."
"But you might learn"
ooh, never! | love Charley Rath
with all my SOUL"
"Thank you again for being so honest
with me. But if you love Mr.. Rath,
why did you speak $3.50"
"CruellyP Oh, 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 l am
ashamed of myself for making him feel
his poverty so terribly"
81 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 |
do anything to forward Mr.. Rath's pros
pectsP"
Eyes, really think you could. You
know all the famous London editors,
and you are an MP, and rich man
too. / should think you could easily
get Charley some position that would
afford us enough to live on. You see /
don't want much: | can make all my
own dresses, and | know how to keep
house and cook. and l 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 l shall not forget you.''
And kissing her hand, he murmured
over it farewell" and departed.
All this happened about five years ago.
was July's confidante at the time, and
/ must say l felt annoyed at her refusal
of the rich Englishman. "You were
real selfish, July" / said; "you might
have remembered what a nice place youl
house would have been for me to come
to every year, and [ am just sick to &C
to England, too"
But one day in the autumn | got n let.
ter from July which made me suspect
somethingunusually 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 OF
Saturday"
went Immediately to see July; bu
there was no getting her to behave reas
onably. 1t was Charley this, and Char
ley that, till | was sick of the monotony
She was Ikea wild bird, flying up anC
down stairs, singing and chattering.
really never dreamed that any girl in he
senses could have been as happy on th,
verge of such an awful, awful expert
ment as marriage.
However, she always wrote such ex
travagant letters that l hoped the bes
in her case; and last summer | went tC
see her, and so had an opportunity o
judging for myself. Charley met me
and took me ut once to their house q
Richmond. | never was so amazed il
my life. 1t was really splendid man
sion-quite aristocratic, indeed-and th,
furnishing, the silver and servants wer,
all in keeping. They had also a hand
some carriage and horses, and Julia wa.
dressed like the Queen of Sheba.
My dear girl said, as we sat chat
ting in my room, "you don't mean t.
tell me that all this splendor comes on
OF an inkstandP If so. l don't go bacl
to New York; l shall ask Charley topu
me in the way of picking up the crumb
That fall from the editors table"
Didn't l tell you that Charley is il
the Customs now? Mr.. Brookes go
him very lucrative position"
{" l should think SO. Then he does no
write nowp"
He writes his name, love, to paper
and things-writes Charles M. Rath
for about four hours a day."
"Very profitable writing, July. Ian
amazed when look at your house, gar
dens, servants, dresses, etc"
"And yet they all came from tina
marked ten-dollar bill. 1t was a luck
bill to me-almost like Aladdin's lamp
l wish l had it.
"But / don't think you will get
again. Brookes is just the man to fol
his heart up in it, hoard it away all hi
life, and then make a point of having
buried with him. think sentiment c
that kind sheer nonsense, but will in
dulge any Englishman that fancies it, a
the same rate of interest that it has pal
you, july"
And Julia said, with sigh, at was
lucky bill, Frances; | wish every poo
good girl could find one like it."-Hdl
per'S Weekly.