Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1883-10-10
GOLD AND GILT.
CHAPTER [.


She was very pretty girl, and sh,
knew it, and did her best, in an innocen
sort of way, to let other people know
it, and she could not help thinking, a,
she walked along the Feltham road, tina
keeping company with Tom Dawlish
who was just plain, honest, hard work
ing young fellow-was rather waste O.
time, and that marrying him would be
altogether throwing herself away.
Her reflections came to an end at the
door of Messrs. Bradbury's Office, anC
she walked IN wholly intent on the bill
she had to pay. A smart-looking youne
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.
sob! dear" she said, "and I have nc
umbrella"
. Wait here for a few minutes Miss;
it will soon be over;" said the smart
young man; and then having accepted
his offer of shelter Mary found herself
after a minute or two thinking that he
was very nice young gentleman Gas she
aftervard described him. to the cook,
and that he had beautiful hair-it was
SO nicely curled, and he had little dark
mUstache, and wore such pretty blue
necktie; oh, he was very nice looking,
indeed.
6 Are you Miss Poole's. sister," he
asked, after few minutes conversation.
Mary blushed as she replied truthfully
for she was far too good girl even to
equiv0cate-that she was not such dis
tinguished individual, but only the
housemaid and chambermaid combined.
And then he asked what her name was:
and with another blush she told him that
1t was Clara, but Mrs. Poole said it was
too fine a name for a servant, and so
called her Mary.
81 shall call you Clara" he said
shall | % 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 followed up his successful
sally with another one: EDO you ever
get out of an evening for walk?''
g Sometimes, she said, softly.
Will you go out for a walk with me
next time ?"
SIT wouldn't be right; you are
quite strange, you see, she answered,
softly.
"Oh, well soon get over that, you
know. Perhaps you are engaged,
though ?"
Mary's announcement heart gave a
thump, which showed that he meant
business--i. e., matrimOny.
''No, I'm not; but I'm wanted to be. %
Not a very lucid answer, but he IN
derstood it.
''Who to ?" he asked, coaxingly.
well, perhaps [ Oughten't to say mis-
name, she answered, slowly; for In this,
the most important moment of her life,
as she felt it to be, words seemed alto
gether to fail her.
What is hep
''He-he's a carpenter" Mary never
felt the truth more difficult to tell in her
life.
ga carpenter ? he said, in telling
tone of inquiry, not unmixed with
scorn.
"Well, of course, I'm no better than
a carpenter"
"Oh, you are, you are, .sir!" said
Mary, in her excitement, putting out
her hand and resting it for moment on
his sleeve.
MARY lOSbuOE u0hIG To GQ0 SuarL 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 out, and
most particular about her dress; and the
result was that all her little hoard of
savings went in more or less ill chosen
fnery, 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 Frankly Poole
out for long walk on that day, and she
never would consent 70 his being allowed
to run about wild III Kensington Gar
.dens, as Alfred Hill (for so the smart
young man called himself, suggested,
while she walked about with her sweet
heart.
"He is such a wild little fellow; no.
body knows what he might do if he had
the chance"
"Ah! you don't care for me-" said
the hero of the coal merchants Office,
and the proud recipient of thirty shil-
ings week income. No answer came
save that her clasped hands made one
dumb movement in contradiction. Not
love him? Why, every moment IN the
day was devoted to thinking of him; her
work was neglected; her money spent;
her place IN fair way of being for
feited, and poor Tom Dawlish nearly
heart-broken, and yet he said she did