Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1880-02-12

"This suspense must be put to an
end" calculated our hero, half aloud,
and then he smiled mischievously to
himself as bright idea came into his
mind.
en- dot, " he thought, biting his lips.
"Of course its merely for the fun of the
thing. Ihave not the shadow of a doubt
that she seems, but still
He was silent for few moments, and
then he rose to prepare for slumber.
"They are as polite to me as the IA
vorite child of luxury. Now l will take
measures to learn whether that courtesy
is genuinely from the heart, or merely
born of empty form and adulation of
wealth.
So our hero, laying his head on his
pillow, dreamed of private masquerade
parties all night long.
Rachel Durr and her cousin Ruth were
shop girls in Saver & St. Clair's great
fancy store.
ooh, DEAR" sighed Rachel one morn
ing as she took off her bonnet in the
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store and shook down her golden show
er of curls, &c how tired 1 am of this
horrid drudgery! How l wish Harry
Meredith would propose if he is going
toi''
Ruth laughed as she smoothed down
her satin brown hair and tied the bow of
crimson ribbon at her throat.
"And what do you think of me,
Rachel who have no such brilliant
hopes of matrimony to light up the
monotony of my daily toil?''
CT don't see how you bear it so pa
tiently. l should die with vexation and
ennui if did not hope for something
better.''
"Hush!n said Ruth; 6 there is Mrs.
Wickles, the forewoman, calling u.s.
elbow l hate the old vixen!" Rachel
calculated, slowly following Ruth into
the store.
'.Really, Miss Rachel Durr, you must
manage to be little more punctual,"
said Mrs. Wickles, pursuing up her mouth
primly. ssYou are full five minutes
behind time, and it was just SO yester-
day.
Rachel pouted and went to work la
beling box of newly arrived ribbons.
She and Mrs. Wickles had never agreed
very tremendously nor did she affiliate
with the shop girls. "a stuck-up i'm
pertinent thing they called her; while
she from the serene height of the posi-
bility of some day becoming Mrs. Mere
dith treated them with disdain which
was any thing but agreeable.
In vain were Ruth's remonstrances.
Rachel had always been willful and in
clined to superciliousness, nor would she
listen to her Cousins mildly proffered
advice.
'sIt's all very well for you, Ruth;
you have got to spend all your days
here, butt" she said, curling her pretty
lips, 81 shall soon be lifted out of this
groveling sphere
cit is by no means a certainty"
ayes, it isl laughingly answered
Rachel, blushing like 8 damask rose.
And Ruth would sigh softly, and
think how bright the future was unroll-
ing its vast map before her pretty
cousin.
Rachel Durr waited languidly upon
one or two customers that morning.
Evidently her heart was not in her
work, and Mrs Wickles = from her
lurking-place behind the cash-box =
cast several envenomed glances at her,
premonitory of a coming storm.
Presently new customer hobbled in,
bent and crooked, and made his
way directly to the counter where
Rachel and Ruth were standing. A
huge cotton umbrella protruded in a
warlike manner from beneath his arm,
and mended cotton gloves covered his
hands, while rusty red wig was
half concealed by his battered and bent
hat.
"My goodness, what figure" ejac-
ulated Rachel, in very audible voice.
"What can the old bundle of clothing
want here, anyhow"
"Hush,'' said Ruth, sternly; 'she will
hear you.''
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care?'
"He is old and infrm, Rachel, and
his age should render him sacred in
your eyes,
Rachel tossed her head, sneeringly.
''Ruth, you are too absurd for any
thing. | won't wait on him.
But the old man steered resolutely for
Rachel herself.
81 want to buy some gloves, miss"
he said, in feeble, croaking voice.
"You'd better go somewhere else,"
said the young lady, superciliously;
8" Our store doesn't keep cheap goods"
"How much are theseP"
GA dollar pair
"But I am poor, miss; have you moth
ing cheaperP'