Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1880-04-21

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ut isn't any account who toldi u
II true that yon arc going TO MARI,
Miss Brooks because she plays on tn
piano, aud has money, and" Th'
tears came into her eyes, and her lip
quIvcrcd with anguish. "Oh, II ism
true | know II isntl" and sh'
touched hiA hand In her dismay ant
locked up into his face with all he
hearts story written In her eyes,
"l don't SEQ why IL shouldn't DO
aud no there's the long aud short 0
liz. It's no nae making a fuss aboa
1t, my dear girl"
"But 1t isn'tl" she said appealingly
"Woll, yes, it is true he said slow
ly, not daring to look her in the face
"so you may as well know II at once,
Sho stood up before him. "Truc
do you mean to say, Alfred, that aite1
all that's passed between ny, that yor
arc going to be married to some one
else7'
~ really don't know what you
mean by what has passed between us
You really couldn't think was going
to marry you?'
"Why couldn't =
"Wcll, | don't want TO hnrt youl
feelings, but consider the difference in
our positions. One walks out with O
pretty servant glrl, but one doesn't
marry her.
"You are not q gentleman as you
think yourself, Alfred Hill, she said
slowly. "You are dressed like one
but you arc just a bit of clerk, moi
any better than respectable girl like
me; you are not q gentleman A gen.
tleman does not try TO take girls
good name to win her heart, as you
have done"
Mary often wondered she tough,
her battle as she did; but she seemed
to have no feelings then, only to re-
alize that which would come hereafter.
I'm very sorry that you let yourself
fall in love with me- he said tapping
his boot again. Il thought you would
have more pride, at any rate till you
were asked"
"More pride! What do you take
me for7" she asked, her cheeks flush
ing. "Do You think I'd 90 out with
one, and talk to him, and let him talk
to me as You have done, if l hadn't
cared for him 7 I've too much pride
for that, and l shouldn't be fit COM
pany for any honest man it hadn't.
And, you know as l have liked you,
for you made me say it, and you know
it; but it isn't you that I like, but the
man l took you for, and he isn't here
at all.
"Well, Pm sorry you are disap-
pointed in your hopes of bettering
yourself by marrying above you; and
I think, after all you've said, we'd bet.
ter part"
"The sooner the better and she
let him 60, and then she sat down and
almost sobbed her poor foolish heart
out, and spent the bitterest hours of
her life beneath the trees from which
the leaves were falling. Suddenly she
looked up for Frankly; he was no.
where to be seen. She called at the
top of her voice; no answer came.
With fear that deadened all other
feelings, she ran to and fro in wild
endeavor to find him. She asked the
policeman at the gate; he had not
seen him. An hour passed in fruitless
search, and then, pale with fear and
trembling in every limb, she wen,
home to relate the terrible news. Just
as she got to the door she saw through
the gathering shadows Tom Dawlish,
and in his arms little figure, which
her heart told her was Master Frankly.
81 met this young gentleman as he
was running away TO be a sailor, and
luckily brought him back
"Running away! Why, how were
you going to get to the sea?'
81 was going ito walk there" said
Frankly stoutly.
"You would have killed your poor
mamma"
"Mamma," asked Frankly Poole the
next day, "would it kill you if | ran
away to sea?'
"Yes, dear, think it would
"Well, them he answered patron
izlngly, 81 won't"
1t was spring time again when Tom
Dawllsf, asked Mary question once
more. He had a gooi situation, and
a prospect OF a rise and he'd always
been DAFT on her; and he wanted to