Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1889-11-13
A LITTLE VENTURE.
It Brings Happiness to Two
Hearts, at Least.

It Brings Happiness to Two
Hearts, at Least.
Cornelia stepped from Fifth avenue
stage at Fifty-second street Beng in an
unsettled moCd she turned and strolled,
with an enjoyment of aimlessness, toward
the east, though her proper destination was
in the near west.
But she was fond of exploring New York
by herself in those few interims when she
was not seeing it as it were professionally
NTH Aunt Sarah and their New Y York rela-
tivas ann friends-Willard Oliver among
the latter.
She had declared to Willard Oliver that
she didn't know how she should live
through it when they went abroad in the
fall, If Aunt Sarah conducted the sight
seeing. He had asked if it was quite set
tied, their going. He had demurred, and
looked down at his shoes and pretended to
be serious and sulky Yes, pretended!
Sulky on her accounta He9 Oh. no For
of course he knew all about her. When
there was any danger of peoples not know
ing lt-that she was Aunt Sarah's orphaned
and adopted niece, and not her heiress-she
always obeyed nervous desire to set them
right Immediately. But Of course Willard
Oliver knew it
She remembered that it had occurred to
her just to mention it the day he had taken
them, being downtown, into his sumptuous-
looking law Office, where he had a client
wait while he took them up on the roof for
the view.
She had meant, indeed, to tell him, for
further clearness, all about her several
schemes for self-support since her gradua-
ton from Nine. Montoit's and of Aunt
Sarah's horror and calm defeat of them
each in turn; but he had given her no
chance.
She had frowned at the thought of all he
had done for them. Why had he done it!
He need not have taken them to the theater
more than once or twice, but he had taken
them five times. If he would let them
alonel He, rich New York lawyer, and
She
Then suddenly, and with indignant sur
prise, she found herself crying. Well, it
was high time to go homel If Aunt Sarah
should know her condition she would put
her to bed.
She found herself in Third avenue, stroll.
ing northward. There was a small crowd
about the open door of the shop she was
passing-a "delicatessen," with a German
name on the sign. Inside there was q
clamor of tongues, which grew louder, till
a rotund man in a white apron backed out
through the door, both his fat hands forci-
bly, gesticulatlng.
81 viii not hear you'll" he was reiterating,
bis head thrust forward and violently
shakep-EI viii not You moost go-I will
not haf you. Veil! you hearr
| A girl had followed him to the doof-a
shsbbily dressed girl, pretty enough to
rouse some sympathy. Her shallow face
| showed traces of tears
''Phew she's the cashier" said butch
er's boy in the gathered knot whistling.
"And phwat has she doneI" awoman in a
| shawl demanded.
! "Vat has she doneI" the shopkeeper re-
peated, with spread hands. "She has stole
vun, two, tree time alretty-she has stole
my money, I viii haf her locked avayp
A red-haired young man IN . blue car
digan jacket, who had lounged out from q
fruit-store next door, intercepted.
"Whst are you blowing about, Schwabl
How much has she gotr he demanded.
s'Vell, she has got some money. l haf
found her tree time at it, her employer re-
sponded, his small. kindly eyes warmly
| aiighE II haf gif her good wages alretty.
Now viii find aSpoliceman
The fruit-Store clerk eyed the girl.
"You better bundle right along" he said,
sharply That's all right, Schwab. You
hainft lost much. Iss TOO small o case for
policeman to tackles you wouldn't find one
z would touch it,
The girl went without word.
! Schwab, with resigned shrug and a
gradual return to gooj-nature, followed a
customer into his shop; the red-haired
cisFk, conscious of the admiration of the
group, strolled back,
1t was over. The butcher-boy went on his
| way.
Cornelia fingered She looked up the
street after the girls disappearing figure,
and sighed with pity.
She was ready to cry again, but restrained
herself, because the red-haired young man
was looking at her over pyramid of or,
anges. She saw vaguely that they were If
teen for quarter.
Still her lips trembled. She knew she
was not herself-or that Aunt Sarah would
have thought she was not.
The idea that was forming Itself alarmed
her, and yet held and dazzled her,
Why not?
There was no good reason why noti There
was every reason why-the same reasons
that had always been. Only she had never
sOt so near to 1t as this; Aunt Sarah had
always prevented it.
She went up to the window. 1t had pink
ended sausages, bottled olives and fruii
cans attractively arrayed.
Should shel They would be in New Yorl
onls nnntn or so longer-could she stay
on aionel But IL WOULD be beginning.
She pressed her gold umbrella head
against her face to cool its warmth.
She thought OF Aunt Sarah with sudder
fright, but then sne wen1 =. =. - =. the door. bel
unsteady hands tightly, determinedly
ciasped, and said TO ihe staring shop keeper
that she wonld like to Try 10 fill his cashier.
place.
Willard Oliver walked up Third avenue
81 eight O'Clock that evening.
He had stopped at TIVE points below FiE
tleth street, and he had still point TO make
above it. He walked fast and looked wor
ried, tor he feared he would be kept out tet
late to make a certain call tonight
He thrust his stick under his arm anc
strobe hard.
II he could mako it by 8:45 he would droI
! 10 anyhow; he didn't think she would min(