Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-01-02
him and soon became familiar with his

express his sentiments aloud. In this
way became acquainted with the tears
which beset him on account of his child
fears that some polished sharper might
win her affections, and ultimately break
her heart and wreck her life.
Many were the suitors that attempted
to ipgratiate themselves, but so vigilant |
was my master thus far his daughter had
escaped the wiles and snares of schem-
ing tortune-hunters.
Among other things connected with
the affairs of my owner, | learned that |
just before Mr. Weaver retired from trade !
he had employed private secretary, or
amanuensis, to assist him in the arduous |
task of winding up his business.
George ErIincourt was young man of
distinguished appearance, and possessed |
more than ordinary ability by hard
struggling and prudence he Md finally
secured position in clearinghouse
with fair salary. sufficient to support
wife comfortably; but in such compare
lively humble circumstances he dared
not express open admiration for the
daughter of the retired merchant.
Long before my advent. andduring the
hours he acted as secretary to Mr.. Weav-
er he was thrown often into Dolly's fas-
cinating presence, as such was her devo
ton to her father it was seldom she re-
NAMED long away from his side, always
expressing the deepest interest in what
ever concerned him. Thus the young
people frequently met, and step by step
tacit understanding was established,
and although no word of love was inter-
changed, they read IN each others eyes
enough to satisfy themselves of the never
dying passion that existed between them.
But there came time when the SER
vices of the secretary were no longer
needed, and there was no longer an eX-
cuse for Errincourt's visits. p
Then came the anxious hours that for
ever have, and forever will disturb the
current Of true love. There is, however,
nothing so inventive as this same tender
passion. In this case, as in thousands of
a similar character, the woman was first
to discover a soothing remedy. Dolly
pretty, madcap Dolly--was not behind
her sisters in this inventive faculty, while
I, poor innocent, was the silent instru-
ment III her hands to further her wo-
| mans purpose.
Among the places my master often fire.
quented was the shop Of a fashionable
| hairdreaser.
Soon after my entrance into the Weav-
| er mansion, saw and became familiar
with George Errincourt, and I am quite
sure that suspected the existence of the
love that sprang UP between them, before
the two lovers did themselves; for soon
after came, pretty Dolly used me ofien-
times for shield to hide her bushes and
sly chances from her watchful guardian,
and ere long, to my establishment and
alarm, detected the fact that the little
hand which toyed with my silken lining,
was using my interior for strangely
contraband purpose.
This caused me to be continually on
the watch. I soon began to understand
when Mr.. Weaver entered the hairdress-
er's establishment why one of the assist
ants was on the alert, and always ready to
seize me and give me careful brushing,
and as soon as this was done set me down
near to the seat occupied by George Err
rincourt, who also took great interest
in ME, handling me with & mag
ined) loving tenderness.
7 But everything earthly must come to
an end
The finest beaver ever made, no mat
ter how carefully it may be treated, in
the course of time will grow rusty and
need ironing. In spite of the sedulous
notice given by the officious assistant,
and even pretty Miss Dolly herself, l
began to show the ravages of usage.
My master at last observed this, and one
morning heard him mutter:
II must have my beaver renovated
This was some time after our first con-
nection. The very next evening, instead
of going as usual to the hair dresser's, he
sought first class halter and stated the
case.
The halter turned me over and over
with his huge hands, and finally SAID to
my ownel
This beaver IS too large for you, eh?'
''No!" replied MIR. Weaver, in surprise,
"Why do you ask?''
'.Simply," returned the workman, "be-
cause you put paper in the inside
"PaperH' echoed the merchant. "Pa-
per, did you sayl You mistake"
The halter with some difficulty ran his
broad finger under the lining and drew
forth neat-looking misslve.
Don't you call this paper!" holding
the note to view.
Mr.. Weaver had not been the success
full man of business without learning to
control sudden emotion. He reached
and took the paper as he said, carelessly
''Ah, see! That's all right! It
slipped there by accident. My hat is
none too large"
He was prudent enough to wait until
he was safe from interruption in his
own apartments before he examined the
mysterious note. Placing his glasses
upon his nose, he opened it and read
aloud:
'sDARL1NG GEORGE: Do not be down
hearted, dear, my father is good and gen
erous, and we must tell him openly of
our love. When he finds you love me
for myself and not the odious fortune
which kept you so long from declaring
your true sentiments and that we intend
to make his old days happy, am sure