Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-08-07
THE OLD AP.-L8-WuMAN.
BIZ ANY RANDOLPH.

BIZ AMY RANDOLPH.
ssGoing to be married, chr" said Mr..
Rivens, with a snarl. "What does all
them girls that they can't be cOntented
where they are
Mr.. Rivens was the proprietor of the
large corset factory where Flossie Field
worked. Flossie was one of Mr. Rivens'
best girls, and consequently he did not
look with any favorable eye upon her
matrimonial prospects.
| eyes, confessed Flossie, with the
rosiest of bushes. ''Next month, Mr..
Rivens, if you please; and so l would be
obliged if you could suit yourself within
the week"
"Pshaw!' said Mr. Rivens. "Who is
he?''
sHe's conductor on the railroad, sir
And he is earning very nice little in
come. And we are to live on the second
floor of very respectable house in Jersey
City, and"
III dare say, l dare say" said Mr..
Rivens, gruffiy. 'sBut 1t will end in the
poor house, my word for it! Take my ad-
vice, Flossie Field, and stay where you
are well OFF,
Flossie went back into the workroom
somewhat dispirlted. The girls, who had
overheard something of the discussion,
were whispering and tlttering among
themselves.
GA man whose mother keeps and ap-
ple-stand!" said Minnie Ramsey.
Brought up on charity" added Kate
Leavltt.
Flossie turned quickly around.
"What are you talking about?" said
she,
"About yeu," said Miss Hedge, with a
giggle.
IAN apple-standl' cried Flossie,
breathlessly ''But you are altogether
wrong. He has no mother
eyes, he has," said Minnie Ramsey,
''and she sells peanuts and apples down
on the wharf, by the ferry boats, and he's
too proud to own it. Mrs Gallaher-
that's her name-Mark Gallaher's moth
err Ask him yourself. A fine, elegant
mother-in- law to have"
And general laugh went around the
long rows of machines.
Flossie went home bewildered and Bit
terly resentful. Never before had she
noticed the vendors that thronged the
piers where the ferry boats landed, but
upon this particular evening she looked
earnestly at the rosy checked old wo-
man in the coarse plaid dress and worsted
hood, who was holding out her wares.
She rose as Flossle advanced.
| sIs it Mrs Gallaher?" asked the girl,
hesitatingly.
The rosy old cheeks deepened, and the
clear blue eyes sparkled.
'Then you know me?'' said she; "bless
your sweet face! you know who am?
Dear heart, Ive watched you go by many
time, but I've never dared speak. He
wouldn't have liked it."
care you Marks mother?" asked Flos-
sie "And why has he never told me of
your
The old woman hesitated.
''It's natural, my DEAR" said she. sHe
has made his way in the world and I've
stood still. Pm working woman, and
Pm not ashamed of it; but Mark IS very
different. He wants to be "a gentleman,
and l won't stand in his way; but If you
wouldn't mind letting me kiss that bon
ME hand of yours its all one you know,
as if you was going to be my own daugh-
ter"
"Not my hand" said Flossie, ooh, not
my hand"
And she put up her fresh red mouth to
kiss the old apple woman.
"God bless you for that, my own lady
rose!" said the old woman, with swim
ming eyes. 'And I'll not trouble you
again You'll make him happy, know,
and that's all | expect
Flossie Field was looking very grave
that night when her affianced lover came
as usual to see her.
"Mark, you never told me of your
MOTHER" said she.
"My mother?''
eyes: your mother. [ have seen her
to-day the pier"
Mark t55allaher had collected himself by
this time. His face grew hard and cold,
and his lips compressed.
81 see no OCCASION" said he, "for OBJ
truding all ones private affairs upon the
world. She is my mother, grant, but
she shall not troubleyou. l have settled
all that. She supports herself. She has
always done 500
"Mark!'' Flossie Indignantly cried out,
"What do you take me for? Why have
you thus deceived me? Do you suppose
[ should not love your mother?"
81 shall ask no such concession of you
My mother will interfere IN no way with
us. She will go her way, we ours"
Flossie pulled the gold engagement
ring from her finger, and gave it to him,
saying:
s'It is enough A man who can thus
discard his mother would hesitate no less
to fling aside his wife,
"Flossie." cried Mark angrily, "you are
talking nonsense-idle sentiment! What
is the use of proclaiming to the world
that ones mother is an apple woman?''
She looked at him with large, wistful
eyes.
"Mark," she said, "my mother died
when was a little babe, and all my life
long my heart has yearned for mothers
tenderness. And you-you spurn it from
you! No, Mark, we are too widely differ
ent in heart and mind ever to be one"
He sat sullenly frowning at the floor.
"Flossie. you are attempting to dictate
to me. l will not endure it,
every well, then we part" she quietly
answered.
And they did part. Flossie went back
to the corset factory and told Mr.. Rivens
that she had altered her mind, and would
remain in his employment, to which he
gruffly made answer that he was glad of
And shp became fast friends with The