The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1883-09-13
MY LOWERS
BY MARY N. PRESCOTT.

we were only shop-girls, you know
and, for the matter of that, we are shop
girls still. But one day wo had q HtfI,
money left us-just trihc-and as w,
"ero trod to death with pleasing othc,
people, we decided to please ourselves
and take q vacation Mt tho beach,
"For once" said LEFTY, "let us b,
GrHndees. Let us go in good style, if i
takes every cent. Let us 90 rs We Mol,
have gone if you hadn't been sentiments
and had married Mr.. Dunn"
MIR. Dunn was bachelor, immcnarl,
hcb, bald and stout, and no lonrr,
yonng; not tho lover had dreamed Of
not the realization of the "dim. swrr'
VISION which had haunted my thought;
r-1or even shop-girl has dreams and
1ancles. L had been greatly surprised
when he asked me to marry him. and
1--WE on Beacon street. and drive in nv
coupe. OF course he didn't mcntioi
'heSo things, but LEFTY did; and I had
SAD, mo, thank yon," Mt once What
P"otrT conid there be i'll marrying Mr..
Dunn? living in luxury on Boocon
street would be pleasant enough bmt II
would put love ard romance and happi.
ness foEorSr cut Of the question: 7
thought: LEFTY disapprovcd, T know
and so did Mr.. Dunn.
"Why don't you love mop" ho asked
''Olhcr women hnvc;" and he smiled and
biushcd ut the confession.
'Oh, like yOu very much rs n friend
Mr. Dunn, l said, to soften the blow
'Erlcndship is easy enough to win.
But one isn't loved every day."
he quoted
1t was pretty show Mt the beach
alter tho first excitement of arriving and
nnp"ckng had worn Off; after we had
gotten nsed to bathing, and sitting idly
on inc piazza with the sea rolling at our
lcct, or reading novels in tho hammock
or Watching the hirrations and thr
schcming. We didn't know anybodv
you sec, and there was nobody to intro
aucc us. We talked with some of the
]HdicS, hut they seemed to have known
each other before; and while thcy dis.
cuSscd this OF that acUuuintancc tho
+. opera of the season past, the soirrry
where they had met, we naturally
dropped out of tho conversation. Thcn
when there was dancing, we had no
partners, and it was not exactly pleasant
to play the wnll-nower while Others
were IN the swing of everything. LEFTY
had said, 81 think wo had better rt,
nome and use the balance of our cash in
Joining the Harvard Annex, and improv.
ing our minds" when one evening, os
we sat torlon on the piazza, who should
come to meet us but Mr. Dmml 7
never was SO glad to SEQ anybody in nv
lie belorc. He didn't seem to bear me
any grudge for having refused him.
lie introduced us to all the young swcllS
ana nab lbs and their sisters rs his par.
tlcular friends; in fact, / believe he toli
Inn,o l,nE I
to become Mrs. Dunn. He didn't stu,
great while; he was due somewhere els,
at somebody's country place-ond
was rather glad when he went: for nj.
though had refused him, couldn't
Eelp feeling sort of ownership in him
"h0 when he fiirted with the other wom-
R \ didn't like it. One doesn't ike
y oNesN discarded lover to recover too
SoC%l, 7 at all. We were no longer wall
Ho%ciSi we danced and sang and rowcd
ana 'DoSlcd with the best. We were.
wi nuM's friends. L think perpaps
some O, tBe women were even grateful TO
INC psceFtsc / had not married him,
uio"9E>r, 1T seemed to me that pres
enIiy l 2r8ot Mr.. Dunn. Clarence
Eutnpert began to fill thomcasure of nv
b snoug9ts completely. L hardly knew II
anybody else existed. "All men beside
were to me liks shadows" We ant 10.
8ether secludedont the piazza. or walked
on the sands by Moonlight, or stroIIcd
III the pine woOdN Md read poetry or
sang together on theSocks with tho surf
beating at our feet. Ne seemed tbe en-
oodlment of all poetrNand lofty senti.
meht and romance. HcNad voice ike
sho wind III the pines, pr an HIojion
""tp, 1ull OF tender melbng and decn
nnfathomable feelings l Aclieved. he
was IKE the princess whose hDs dronpcd
pearls and rubies of speech, Uo rcod
Byron so beautifully that ole fclt no
would nave written it all if BJy,T1,,,, ,,II,adn't
ana he had composed airs to sono oI |
Shelly's divine verses, which het,nnbt
meto sing, Oh,it seemed to n" ;9ot
then as il L were q real live hcA||;'
breathing romonce. About this timn tit''I
happened to have severe nonraI,
headache, which confined me in e.,
room several days, and one evening wbo$ |
Lefty came up to bed she said.
II don't know, If were going to mar.
~ one or the other, but / should prefer
Mr. Dunn to Cuthbert"
How disagreeabIe you are, Lettv =.
1 sad. =" You had better como t,.
AR Dunn is sincere at least, il he j.
Pald, she pursued; "and he isn't 90,
dreadful bald either"
wen, clarence isn't bald at ALL"
NO, but he's been goiug on Will
MISS HrsiSlne as il you didn't exist
stfplhng IN the woods, looking into her
eyes, ana repeating poetry. she showed
me some lines he had written to her onG
believe they were the very same hc
conYosed to You, only brown ewes we've
el3SS5ged to blue"
LEFTY, 4 don't believe word of il
~ her yanity and your Jealousy.