Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1882-08-31
so FAIR AND false.
3 There was a man in our town,
And he was Wondrous wise.n y

3 There was man in our town,
And he was Wondrous wiEe."
A clear, sweet voice was singing
this senseless ditty, with many mock
ing variations and operatic trills. A
young man swinging indolently in !
hammock underneath the open win
dow laid down his unfinished book ant
tossed away his cigar as he listened tt
the merry songstress.
The man yas no fool" said he a
last. / win arise and do likewise"
The voice and its lovely owner hat
uprooted certain prejudices and over
thrown firm convictions; moreover, al
underlying fear that he was about tt
make a second mistake in life caused
his feet to lag and his heart to trem
bic.
Nevertheless, straight as the needle
to the pole tended his steps TOWARD
that upper room and the musical de
Btroyer Of his peace.
She was minding Mrs. Latimer'.
baby as usual Mrs. Latimer was Z
presumably young widow. somewhat
wan and faded as to beauty, which
must once have been remarkable; some.
what poorly off as to worldly posses
slons, yet strongly bent upon making
the most of her second chance in
life.
The baby, meantime, being much in
her way. was either locked in the pro
found slumber born of drugs and
syrups. or left to the tender mercy OF
some obliging fellow-boarder.
Pretty Molly Daily, whose heart
sched for the neglected little one, often
cared for it during the absence of its
mother.
Harry Raymond was not the man,
having once made up his mind. to beat
about the bush. lie went straight to
the side of the surprised singer, VINO
had supposed him miles distant, and
then, the baby being in his way, he
caught it from its astonished foster
mother, and with dexterous fling
sent it flying through the air exactly
into the soft middle of a great rug
which lay before the window.
Poor Molly uttered a startled cry of
protest. The child, contrary to all ex-
pectation and precedent. shrieked with
laughter, and lay, clutching at the
sunbeams, a jewel of Il baby in a
golden setting.
/" Miss Daily" said Harry, earnestly,
you know my faults, all my unhappy
story; that long ago ] loved an un-
worthy woman, and that because of
that love have walked for years will
fully blind to all wolnanly goodness
and virtue and truth; through beau
tiful woman l have found it again.
Tell me Molly" his voice trembled
with carnestness- il this love is to
be the crown and glory Of my life or
its second folly p
There was no need of. words; he
read his answer in her sweet downcast
face and tender eyes; he sealed it on
her quiyering crimson lips; and the
baby looked on and laughed.
Then, with great crash Of wheels
and 1utter Of silks, the baby's mother
returned; sothese two. as needs must
came back to an everyday world, that
somehow looked brighter and better te
them both than it had ever done be.
fore.
Molly settled her face into an un.
breakable calm, and Harry lounged
about with even more than his usual
nonchalancc.
Nevertheless the widow, who was
wise in her day and generation, saw
more than they supposed, and picking
up her neglected offspring left th'
room with sigh for the dreams o.
lost youth.
She had returned from her drive en-
gagged at last, but instead Of the rap
lures and radiance Of first love, he
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