The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-09-07

you are at the moment, for a lady; mo-
body!-bht' - disregarding the deep
flush on her companions cheeks-"i if I
went into shop, and saw there young
lady as pretty and as delicately made as
you are, Cary, with hair as smooth as
satin, and simple gown that fitted ex-
actly, and collar and cuffs as white a.
snow, and perhaps black silk apron
or white one, and with neat shoes and
nice stockings, if I saw girl dressed
like that, with nothing costly, nothing
that any girl can not have, but every
thing fresh, and neat, and pretty, I
should say to myself: There is shop
girl with the TRUE instincts Of. a lady
And Cary don't think me impertinent
IF Mark came to town and saw girl
like that among the. crowd of untidy.
over-dressed ones at Snow & Asher's, I
think tn, contrast would strike him as
it would me agreeablyr'
Miss Sydney paused. half frightened
at her own daring. Cary looked stead
lily into the fire without speaking. The
rain had ceased. Myra rose and threw
back the blind, revealing the moon
struggling through thin edges of cloud.
Cary followed her to the window. Her
cheeks We're a deep red, but there was a
frank and grateful look in her eyes as
she said:
81 must be going, now. ma'am.
You We been ever so good toilet me stay.
| shan forget it, and-I guess you're
about right. =
81 wonder if / said the right thing,
or have done the least good?n queried
Miss Sydney, as she watched her guest
depart
1t was some weeks before she had oc-
casion again to visit Snow & Asher's,
and she had half forgotten the little
incident, when one day, entering the
shop in quest of something, her atten-
ton was attracted by a face which
beamed with sudden smiles at the sight
of her. 1t was indeed Cary, but such
different Cary from the draggled Wis
ion of the wet evening! She still wore
the blue dress, but the fiounces had
been ripped off, and the front was hid
den by black silk apron. The tangle
of hair was smoothed like ordinary
waves, white collar with knot of
blue ribbon was round her neck; one of
the Objectionable rings had disappeared,
and SO had the yellow locket. So
changed and so much prettier was the
little maiden, that Miss Sydney scarcely
knew her, till blush and smile pointed
her out.
She waited on her customer with as
Siduity, and under cover of box of ruff
fes they exchanged condolences, Did
Miss Sydney think she looked better?
She was SO glad, The girls had laughed
and her roommate, Ellen Morris, had
got herself an apron like hers. Miss
Sydney left the shop with pleased
amusement at her heart. She meant to
60 often to keep little hold on Cary,
but circumstances took her off to Flori-
da, soon afterward, and it was late in
April when she returned.
'.That girl from Snow & Asher's was
here to see. you about week ago,
ma am, said Esther, the evening after
her arrival. 4 told her you was ex-
pected Tuesday, and she said she
would come again to-day, for she want
ed to speak to you particular, and she
was going away. There she is, now"
Cary, indeed, it was, with steady,
manipulating fellow by her side.
g 1t is Mark, Miss Sydney she said,
by way of introduction. Later, when
Mark had walked over to the window
to see the view, she explained farther
in a rapid undertone: ...He came down
two months ago, while you was away,
ma am. | came out to tell you, but you
was gone, and-and day after to-mof-
row Tm-going back with him to Gill
manton. / told him he must bring me
out tonight, for I couldn't leave here
without saying goodbye to YOU"
You are going to be married."
'Yes''-with happy look to-
morrow morning. And oh, Miss Sgd
ney, what do you think Mark says? He
says if he'd found me looking like
the rest Of the girls at the store,
with false hair, and jewelry, and all
that, he'd never in the world have asked
me at all. And I did look just like
that, you know. 1t was what you said
that rainy night that made me change,
and except for that nothing would have
happened that has, and Ishouldn't be
the girl / am
BREAD on the waters" thought
Myra, as little later she watched the
lovers walk down the street. s'Such
little crumb, and such wide waters, yet
it has come back! How impossible it
seems, or would seem, if one did not
have to believe that what we call
chances and accidents are Gods oppor-
tunities, by which He allows us to lend
helping hand in his work, not quite
understanding what we do, but know
ing that, guided by Him, the smallest
things end sometimes in great results.
--SWsGas Coolidge, IN CoaagregotionGlist.