The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-10-03


in g black coat and white waistcoat
.Are you going to wedding2" asked
Job Denman, the cashier. And Florence
answered, not without pride:
''oh, dear moi It is my wife's at home
day,
Seated at his drawing hoard, under the
high window, Florence had thrown aside
his coat, and turned up his spotless cuffs.
But the consciousness that his wife lex
pected company unsettled him, and oc-
casionally lie puts on his coat and mounts
the private staircase to ascertain how
things were going on.
mo one here yet2' he asked timidly.
"No one, sir"
In the red drawing-room- they have
adrawing- furnished in crimson rep
Sylvia is installed on a low couch, several
easy-chairs in front of her, a small table
at her side, on which are placed a book or
two, work-basket, and bunch of violets.
All this arranged exactly as at theSpeed's,
ON the floor below. But the indefnable
good taste which characterizes al Annie's
belongings is lacking in Sylgias rooms.
The mistress of the house is too elaborate
ly dressed; she had rather the air Of pay
ing visit than Of receiving one. But in
Florence's eyes, everything is beautiful.
He began to say so as he entered the
room. but his wife's frown inundated him.
.You see" she said, pointing angrily to
the clock. ait is four O'clock; no one will
come now. But Annie's impertinence is
objectionable: she is at home, for heard
her come I'M"
In fact, ever since noon Sylvia had
heard every sound in the house; the
childs cry, and the lullaby of the nurse.
Not door had opened or shut without
Mrs. Florence perceiving it. Florence
wished to retreat, and thus avoid hear
ing the old complaints, but his wife OBJ
jected.
"You, at least,' she said, smight re-
main, since all the rest of the world shun
mep
So the poor fellow, miserable and ner-
yous, stood glued to the window, feeling
very much like person who dare not
move during thunderstorm lest he
should attract the lightning upon his own
defenseless head.
Sylvia moved about restlessly, shifted
chair and finally pulled the bell vic
lently.
"Ask Tom if no one has called to see me
to-day"
AS the servant turned to obey her, Mrs.
rioTehce cohtiliuea W me- huSp"hi
rom Is SO stuphi' una 50 hateiui' ,nat
ne mas prooaoiy 'oie peol'ie 'iia' ! am
out"
But no; rom sala tli't. no e'n Ia.l peeh'
silence ana CONSERVATION zen Oh the li-
mates Of the pretty, flower scented. room.
Sylvia followed her husbands example,
and took up position ut another window.
Both looked down on the garden, dimly
seem throuph the gathering twilight Job
Denmans lamp was aifeany iighteu. ana
his long SHADOW waVefea on 'he ceiiihg Oh
the counting-house.
Suddenly biougham drove up 10 the
door hom ~ eaeiesf,'g = mass o. iace ana
yeiyei, Jet ana iurs ana Syivia iecognizeo
one o. ANNIE most h1snio'apie ilienus; q,
vislt9f ~ iast 20 we i,e'is iiouseh9ii inii
INTO positlon Inc gentleman iealiea 'Nuy
upon the mantle-pieee, and the lady m her
low chair cafelessly turned over the
leaves OF new book,
me attituues We're thrown away the
Visit was not Tor SYLVIA the lauys call
was for the iioor below.
Ali II Mrs. George could but have
heard. the Remuneration oil herself and
aher friend!
At this moment the door was thrown
open, and Miss Denman was announced.
This man was the cashiers maiden sister
sweet and gentle old lady, who came as
matter OF duty to pay visit to the wife
OF her brothers. employer and who was
overwhelmed with the warmth OF the wei
come she received. Sylvia was most
gracious, happy to show herself in her
glory to a former acquaintance, She
talked and laaghed gaily, that Mrs. George
might know that she had visitors. And,
when the old lady went away, Sylvia ac-