Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1880-04-21
WOODSTOCK w. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 81. 1880

An you don't cafe Tor me- fald
the hero Of tho coal merchants office,
and tho proud recipient Of thirty Shll'
lings q week income
No answer came save that hcr hands
made one In there dumb movement
OF contradiction. Not love hint Why
every moment ol tho day was devoted
TO thinking Of hmI her work was
neglected her money spent, her place
IN iair way Of being forfeited, aud
poor Tom Dawllsh nearly heart'brok-
en-, and yet he said she did not love
himl "Ahl you don't care l6r me,
no repeated, artihlly enough; for no
avowal Of his own feelings had ever
escaped his lips
ooh! | do, | do" she said and Gov
cring her face with her hand, lot her
head drop down upon his shoulder.
H.-AiTER THE SUMMER.
/ hate school," Frankly Poole in.
formed her ono morning, as he sat on
the table while she scwed button
on his trousers, "l should like TO bc a
sailor
"Goodness! Master Frankly, what's
put that into your head"
"Ob, nothing; only Tom Dawlish
was telling me about what they did
in wrecks, you know and al that |
should like to DO on raft, ] should !
and he drew his naked toes up on the
table, and wigglcd them about at the
thought Of the g'cat things he would
DO. "Tcm's coming to-day,1 heard
mamma say; and if he isn't gone
when get back this afternoon, shall
ask him more about it,
M'd tell him not TO so filing the
child's head with such nonsense, only
l don't want to get in his way" Mary
thought. But somehow Tom got in
her way that afternoon.
"Look here, Mary, he said; II
want to speak to you. 1t isn't that !
want you TO look at me if you don't
want to, though goodness knows I'd
do anything for you, but | don't want
to see a nice girl like you a lowering
of yourself by walking out with such
chap like Alfred HILL"
whats it got to do with you?"
she asked angrily.
"Why, just this, that I've found out
o bit about HIM, and he's only laugh
ing at you and thinking you are nice
looking girl when You are dressed up,
to walk about with but as for marry
ing you, he will do it no more than
that land here he snapped his fingers,
though what that action had to do
with Mr.. Alfred Hills intentions he
did not explain. "Why, he is going
to marry the daughter of Mr.. Brooks,
what travels for the firm, that's what
he's going to do. Ask him, and see
if he can deny it, Why, it's coming
off directly, only she's nothing to look
at, so he isn't. fond of showing her
off; but she's got some money, she
has, and plays on the piano and looks
a lady,
"Iow do you know it?" Mary
asked, her!very lips turning white, for
her exacting heart knew that he had
fallen off lately, and that he was not
what he had been in the spring (the
summer was over. Not that for a
single moment she believed Toms
words.
"Why, I work there, and the SER
want told me. Besides, I've seen him
go there comting." ..
II don't believe it. You ought to
be ashamed OF yourself;' and she
rushed away to hide her gathering
tears and frightened face.
She wrote to him asking him to
meet her that night; but he replied
with an excuse that made her heart
sick. He would meet her tomorrow
Saturday afternoon in Kensington
Gardens if she liked, he said; and TO
this she consented, and for the first
time, and for his sake, was false TO her
charge of Frankly.
"You run about, Master Frankly,
dear l want to talk to friend OF
mine-but don't get out Of sights"
and then, in her bewilderment, she
forgot all about him. Alfred Hill
looked rather bored than otherwise,
but he was smiling and shiny as ever.
She hardly greeted him when he ap-
peared, but she looked at him with all
the admiration she had ever fdt for
him intensified by her fear. He sat
down beside, her, and elegantly cross
ino his legs. began tapping his highly