Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1884-03-13
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winch the steady whir of a hundl ed sew
ing-machlnes could not wholly drown.
"here the presence feminine can be
iound' be sure the tongue feminine will
be heard.
The Superintendent of the room, uu.
aers'ah Aing this, did not attempt to en-
lolGe silence, so pretty Dollie Wynn
anu May Bruton talked very confident
La y In their corner of the great room;
III no one interfered, SO long as fingers
we're busy as well as tongues
And This was what Nav said, Doliie' $
olue eyes being riveted upon the quilt
ing on which she was at work.
Il saw her yesterday when | was
going out to dinner. She was Just step
ping into her carriage, and Mr.. Edgar
himself handing her in. She looks old -
nearly forty, should say: but they say
She is immen ely rich. and her dress
was splendid. So suppose her money
goes against her age
Did you hear they were to be mar
red soon?''
BLESS me. didn't tell Won that? NV
brother is in the stationer's where the
weddlng-cards are beng printed. They
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Mrs: Edgar cambridge, and the card of
the brides mother Mrs. William Will
son. Twelve. Come; we will 90 for a
walk
mo, l am tired" Dollie pleaded.
And her friend left her. never heed
ing the sudden pallor of the sweet Young
face, the dumb agony in the great blue
eyes.
"hen she was alone Dollie stole
away to the little room where the
cloaks, shawls and hats of the girls
were Kept. and there. crouching in n
corner, hidden entirely by huge
waterproof, she tried 20 think it all out.
What had it meant? What did Edgar
cambridge mean in the long year he
mad tried by every masculine device to
win her love?
She had not been unmaidenly: heart
and conscience fully acquitted her.
She had given her love, pure. true
and faithful, TO the son of her en-
ployer; but he had sought it, delicately
and persistently, before he knew that it
was given him.
The young girl, now sewing for liv-
ing, had been daintilv bred and
thoroughly educated, her father having
been man drawing salary sufficient
to give his only child every advantage.
But when he died. and his wife in few
months followed him, Dole had
chosen a life of honorable labor i'm
preference to one of idle dependence.
upon wealthy relatives.
And yet in the social gatherings of
these relatives and the friends of sum-
mer days, Doliie was st Ii vel ONE
guest.
1t was at her Uncle Lawrence's sub
Irban villa she had been introduced to
Edgar Bainbridge. After this she met
MN frequently. and in her simple dress,
with her sweet, pure face, had won
marked attention from him.
With the franknesS that was one of
her greatest charms the young girl had
let her admirer know that though she
was Lawrence Wynn's niece she worked
Tor living in the dress-making depart
ment of cambridge 4 Son.
Then he had made her heart bound
with sudden, grateful .:oy by telling her
he had seen her leave the shop night
after night, but would not JOIN her for
fear OF giving annoyance by exposing
her to the remarks of her companions.
After this, however. she often found
him waiting for he at some point
further from the establishment, and al
ways SO respectful and courteous that
she was glad of his protection in her
long walk.
But he was going to marry an heiress
on the 9th. only week away. so he
had but tritied with her after all.
Poor little Eolle, crouching among
the shawls and cloaks, felt as if all sun
shine was gone from her life forever, rs
if her cup of humiliation and agony was
full to overlooking.
But the dinner-hour was over, the
girls coming in or sauntering from rest
ing-places in the work-room, and the
hum of work commenced again, as it
must, whatever aching hearts or weary
hands crave rest.
Dollie worked with the rest, her feel
ings So numbed by the sudden blow
that she scarcely heard Mays lamenta-
tions over a sudden flood of over-work
that would keep many of them in the
room till m;dn; ght
''We'll have all day tomorrow if we
can finish these dresses tonight said
one of the small squad of girls told off
for the extra work. Miss Brown saws
So But these must be ready to deliver
in the morning.
Talk. talk. talk! Whir, whir. whir.
Dollie folded and basted working with
rapid, mechanical precision. hearing
the noises or voices and machines, feel
ing the dull, heavy beating of her own
heart and the throbs of pain in her
weary head, but speaking no word of
replnlng, excusing her pallid face by
the plea of headache
Ii was after eleven o'clock when the
last stitch was set in the hurried work
and the girls ran down the long flights
OF stairs to plod home through driz-
zling rain, following the late snow
storm.
AS Dolly passed down the staircase
she saw in the counting house her rec
reant lover, busy over some account
books.
But for the heavy news she had heard |
that morning she would have felt sure |
that this sudden spasm of industry was
to furnish an excuse for escorting her
home at the unusually late hour.
But, if so. Dolly felt it was but an ad- |
ded insult to his dishoDorablc conduct,
and she hurried on, hoping he had not |
heard her step.
She had gone some few streets from
he shop. when, passing a church, she |
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"ted her ankle.