The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-09-22
INTERESTING STORY
CASH---NO. IA.

OL1kJl4 4NOt Is
AT home, in the miserable tenement.
house, where his mother took in washing,
and his crippled sister knitted all day long
for fancy goods store, my hero's name was
Harry Ryan, but in the big store where he
worked, he was only " Casino. "a" He
was the very tiniest mite of cash-boy who
ever presented himself at desk for his
weeks wages but small as he was, he was
bright and active, had conquered, with hard
study, the art of writing rapidly, and in a
clear hand, and took his small place in the
world with the perseverance and industry
of boy determined to make his way well
up the ladder of fortune.
There did not seem to be any very pleas
ant prospect before him, poor little chap.
His mother worked hard, had battled pow
erty and hunger so long that she had lost
much of the wonanly softness that might
once have belonged to her; and Mamie,
the crippled sister, was not one of the
angelic natures that bear suffering meekly
and seem only purified by trouble.
But Harry, small as he was, had brave,
cheerful disposition. Many crying spell
of poor NAMES ended in laugh, when
Harry described the home he was going to
make for her as soon as he was n man.
Prominent always in this humble castle in
the air was wheeled chair and pony car
riage, visions of ease and luxury over which
Mamie drew many long sigh, as her
fingers fashioned the socks, leggings, nit
tens and hoods, for which she received
starvation prices at the store that ordered
| them.
But there was good day coming for
Harry, and the first sign of it appeared one
brilliant December day, when the store of
Higgins a. Norris was crammed with Christ
mas shoppers.
Cash-No IA, F." the salesman cried. and
Harry received his bundle, sped away, and
was back in moment with his change.
Close beside him stood lady and gentle
man, the lady fair, lovely blonde who
held Harry's eyes captive moment by the
beauty of her face and dress She smiled
at him as she met his admiring gaze, for
she was kind-hearted, and he was such a
mite of boy that she felt compassion for
him.
AS she turned to leave the store she drop
ped her glove, and Harry, darting after her
to restore it, lost her for a moment in the
crowd. But the gentleman who was with
her noticed the boy looking eagerly about
him and the glove in his hand.
"Ah!" he said. Miss Danas glove.
You can give it to me-"
Be careful, please, SIR" said Harry,
handing him the glove. 81 feel ring
inside"
{" Yes. II is all right"
And q big silver dollar lay in Harry's
hand, making his eyes dance with delight
Cash-No ZAP in sharp tone, recall
ed him to his senses.
1t was some hours later in the day wher
Amy Dana reached home laden with Christ
mas packages, and babe her escort good-by
at the steps of her house.
:" am SO sorry you win not come in to
dinner, she said g but thank you for help
ing me so much in my selections"
off her wraps, and, presently, to meet re-
proachful look from her sister, Mrs. Good
man, whose guest she was for the winter.
Amy" Mrs. Goodman said severely
was not that Mr. Talford who came tc
the door with you ?"
Z" Yes. met him at Horizons, and he
went with me to lots of places, and helped
me select my presents. He has such ex-
quisite taste"
!" How do you think Horace would like
TO have Mr.. Talford acting as your escort p"
But, Katie, could not help it, And
why should 1? II Horace cannot allow
other gentlemen to pay me the ordinary
,ivilities of society-Oh, Katie Interrupt
ing herself with cry of dismay--" / have
lost Aunt Ruth's ring y f
@ Amy Lost it Are you sure2 Oh,
why did you wear it You knew it was
too big for you -tHf
81 must have drawn it off with my glove
Oh, help me to look for it."
She was frantically turning over her bun
Hes, her muff, her satchel, in search of the
glove or ring, till, convinced that it, or
both, were really gone, she sat down and
burst into passion of weeping.
Katie felt very much like joining her, for
the ring was on heirloom, and a legacy to
Amy from her great-aunt but she only
said
Don't cry any longer. You are an OBJ
ect now, and Horace is coming to dinner"
50 To-day ?"
"Yes Charles told me at luncheon; he
met him. and invited him."
:. How lucky Mr.. Talford refused to stay"
Amy thought. Horace is so jealous Of
him, though am sure he need no be-"
For in her pure, loyal heart Horace Ash
ton had held the first place for many long
month, ever since he had come with Ksiie's
family, to spend the summer at Foreston,
where Amy's father resided. There had
been quiet but earnest courtship under
the trees, and IN the lanes of the pretty vii
age, and the same tender devotion had met
Amy when she came to the city for the
winter. As yet there was no positive en-
gagement, for Horace was man slow to
speak, and he was not quite sure that he
had won the love he coveted. Amy had a
frank manner with all that drove Horace
wild with jealousy. More especially did he
detest Ralph Talford, who was the beau
ideal of manly beauty, had a large fortune
and, most of all, plenty of leisure, his bust
ness being confined to looking after the
handsome property his father had left to
him.