Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1883-10-11
GOLD AND GILT.
CHAPTER

CHAPTER /. s0
She was very pretty girl, and she
knew it, and did her best, in an innocent
sortiof way,tto let other people know
1t, and she, could not help thinking, as
she walked along the Feltham road. That
Keeping company with Tom Dawlish,
who was Just plain, honest, hard-work-
sng young tellow--was rather waste of
time, ana that marrying him would be
altogether throwing herself away.
=. Leg sehectlons came to an end at the
door OF Messrs. Bradbury's office, and
she walked in wholly intent on the bill
she had to pay. A smart-looking young
man received the money; when the re-
ceipt was made out, and she turned to
go, she found the shower, which had
threatened for some time, WAS coming
down with vengeance.
"Oh! dear, " she said, "and have no
umbrella"
"Wait here for few minutes, Miss:
Mt will soon be over" said the smart
young man; and then having accepted
his offer Of shelter Mary found herself
after minute or two thinking that he
was very nice young gentleman Gas she
afterward described him to the cook),
and that he had beautiful hair-it was
so nicely curled, and he had a little dark
mustache, and wore such pretty blue
necktle; oh, he was very nice looking,
indeed.
:" Are you Miss Poole's sister?" he
asked, after few minutes conversation,
Mary blnshed MS she replied truthfully
for she was far too good girl even to
'equivoeate-th she was not such a dis.
tinguished individual, " but only the
housemaid and chambermaid combined.
And then he asked what her name was.
and with another blush sheitold him that
1t was Clara, but Mrs. Poole said it was
too fine a name for servant, and SO
called her Mary. -
shall cal, you Clara" he said,
"shall I?" he added, with an appealing
glance. Mary felt her heart beat faster:
something seemed to tell her that her
destiny had come and she had no words
to utter, SO he follc ed up his successful
sally with another one: "Do you ever
" get out Of, an evening for a walk?".i
Sometimes" she said, softly.
J" Will you go out for walk with me
next time? 2"
cit wouldn't be right; you are
quite strange, you see," she answered,
So1tiys II ~ &#t3
ooh. We'll soon get over that, YOU
know. Perhaps you are engaged,
thoTgh?"
;, Mary's inconvenient heart gave
;thpmp,i which showed that he meant
business. g., matrimony.
mo, I'm not; but Pm wanted to be. !"
Not very lucid answer, but he un-
derstood it.
"Who to?" he asked, coaxingly.
Swell, perhapsI oughten'tl to say his
name, she answered, slowly; for in this,
the most important moment of her life,
as sue felt it to be, words seemed alto
gether to fail her. z
What is he p
He-he'sa carpenter.D Mary never
felt the truth more difficult to tell in her
life, ~
iy} eAfcarpenter p he said, in telling
tone of inquiry, not unmixed with
scorp.
Well, of course, I'm no better than
carpenter" r-rg--T,
"Oh, you are, you are, sirl' said
Mary, in her excitement, putting out
her hand and resting it for moment on
his sleeve. ~ f5 20 ~ 4
.Mary lost her heart to the smart Young
man with the blue tie and The well-oiled
hair. He never said anything more
definite than he said that first day; but
he was always ready to take her cut, and
most particular about her dress; aud the
result was that all her little hoard of
savings went in more or less ill. chosen
x finery, and Tom Dawlish was forgotten.
There was one thing she refused to do,
and that was she would not give up her
Saturday afternoon to him. She had
always had to take little Franky Poole
out for long walk on that day, and she
never would consent to his being allowed
to run about wild in Kensington Gar
dens, as Alfred Hill (or so the smart
young man called HIMSELF suggested,
while she walked about with her sweet
heart.
:, = " He is such wild little fellow; no.
body knows what he might do if he had
the chance" = ( I J
"Ah! you don't care for me-" said
the hero of the coal merchants office,
and the. proud recipient of thirty shil-
] ilings . week, income. No answer came
save that her clasped hands made one
dumb movement in contradiction. Not
love him? Why, every mon1sn. in the
day was devoted to thinking of him; her
work was neglected; her money spent;
her place inga fair way of being for.
feited, and poor Tom Dawlish nearly
heart broken, and yet he said she did
not love him. "Ah, you don't care for
mel" he repeated artfully enough, for
no avowal of his own feeling had ever
! escaped his lips. 80 ,...,.,T
39"Ohs Il do, I do, " she said; and Gov
ering her face with both hands, let her
head down upon his shoulder.
al - toHAPTER, u
IgII hate school,, Franky Poole in