Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-06-12

man feel perfectly at nome, anu as he
told Jean, like friend of the family.
AS for Jean, she outdid herself.on this
occasion, and when Harrison left he told
her in the hallway that he had spent the
pleasantest evening of his life in her
company, and l think that Jean might
have returned the compliment had she
not been woman, for she admitted that
much to herself afterward, in the silence
of her chamber, and sighed mournfully
over the fact that "Jamie was such
| poor man."
From that time Harrison became fire.
quent visitor at old Donald's mansion,
and Jean learned to watch eagerly for his
coming, and to distinguish his footsteps
very easily from that of others; but that
she was in love with him she would not
for moment admit, even to herself-for
was he not her fathers clerk, and she the
daughter of millionaire?
1t was one night more than twelve
months after their first meeting, when
blushing as they peered through the par
lor windows. that Harrison whispered in
jeans listening ear the story of his hopes
make life beautiful for him, receiving for
his answer scornful ''No," that drove
the blood back upon his heart and made
the world before his eyes turn black with
drifting shadows.
| The next morning he appeared at his
usual place in the counting room, but his
stern face and the hard lines about his
mouth told but too plainly the story of
how he had suffered. To old Donald's
gruff query of "What ais We, lad?'' he
answered sNothing, SIR" but the old
man knew better than that, for had he
not seen that morning upon jeans cheek
the traces of tears? and to his question of
ssWhat ails We, lass?" had she not given
exactly the same answer?
s'They have quarrelled, Jamie and
Jean," he thought, 'but ma doubt they'll
kiss an make up as a. lovers do
However, as the weeks drifted BY with
out Harrison's coming to the house, he
began to suspect that it was something
more serious than a lovers quarrel
Jean, too, had changed and was no more
the same joyous lassie as of old. There
was far away look in her eyes at times,
and to the old man seemed like one who
was forever listening for the sound Of a
footstep that never came.
One evening when Jean seemed even
more quiet than usual, the old man drew
her down upon his knee, and said:
"My lass, has thee sent Jamie away to
walk VII tho colonel an that other lad?'
ooh, | hope not, papa" answered the
girl, bursting into tears and hiding her
face on his shoulder, II hope not, but
why, oh, why did he love me?'
"Ah, dinna ken, [ dinna KEN" re-
piled old Donald, sadly ''Jamie is an
honest lad, lassie, an | were in hopes
We might haze loe'd him, couldn't We do
it, Jean"
~ do love him." whispered the
girl, "but he's so poor, and is only a
clerk
':Tut, tut, lassie. Ye los'd Jamie, an
sent him away because he were ye're
fathers clerk. That were nae loike ye're
mither, Jean, for she came to me when I
were meseP clark, an long afore my
name written on worthless scrap o.
paper made that paper Of any value to
the banks. 1t were nae right, lass, an l
dInna think We were sac sair flu"
Then as Jean made no answer save to
smooth his wrlnkled cheek with her
dainty hands, he said:
''Shall l bring we Jamie back, .lassi''
eyes, papa" whispered the girl, very
softly, as she raised her tears stained face
shyly from his shoulder, but she added,
blushing prettily, "You must not tell him
it is my wish, papa
"Never fear, JEAN" replied old DON
aid, che Will nae fond thot cot frae
me-"
A few mornings afterward the friends
and acquaintance of the young man were
astOnished at the announcement publish
ed IN the morning papers to the effect
that Jamie Harrison had been admitted
as partner into the firm he had served
so faithfully, and that henceforth the
style of the house would be Hargreaves,
| Wood & Harrison, the eco" having
mysteriously disappeared in order to
make room for the new member, and
strange to say, the very morning that
this happened, as old Donald was prepar-
ing to 90 to the exchange. he discovered
that he had left behind him at the house
some very valuable papers that he would
trust no one but the new partner to go
after. With note to Jean from old
| Donald, James Harrison went, and-per-
haps you can guess what happened with
out my telling you, for he did not return
until late in the afternoon, and then he
had forgotten the papers, or Jean had, or
they both had, but he looked so happy
that old Donald forgave him the neon
venience he had caused.
There was grand wedding shortly
afterward, and the newspaper reporters,
to whom such affairs are godsends, said
that that the wedding breakfast that fol-
lowed was really elegant affair, but
then, poor fellows, they had not had a
square meal before in so long time that
they were to be pardoned for gushing
over it. They are living on st. Charles
street now, and Mrs. Harrison is one of
the bellies of the city and very happy
woman, while her husband has never for
a moment had cause to regret that he
married Donald Hargreaves' daughter.
Mrs. and Miss.
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