Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-21
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 Being in an unsettled mood 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 with Aunt Sarah and their New York rela- tives and friends-Willard Oliver among the latter.
 She had declared to Willard Oliver that she didn't know how she should live through it wben 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, pretendedl Sullsy on her account Hea Oh, no! For of course he knew all about her. When there was any danger of peoples not know l ing 1t-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- l looking law office, where he had client wait while he took them up on the roof for l the view.
 She had meant, indeed, to tell him, for l further clearness, all about her several l schemes for self-support since her gradua- | tion from Mme. 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 drowned at the thought of all he had done for them. Why had he done it1 He need not have taken them to tho theater more than once or twice, but ho had taken them five times. If he would let them alonel He, rich New York lawyer, and l she
 Then suddenly, and with indignant sur prise she found herself crying. We'll, 1t 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 Ipassing-a "delicatessen," with Q German name on the sign. Inside there was 8 clamor of tongues, which grew louder, till a rotund man in white apron backed out through the door, both his fat hands forci- ply gesticulatlng.
 sl will not hear you!" he was reiterating, This head thrust forward and violently shaken-'I will not! You moost go-I will not haf you. Velll you heari'
 A girl had followed him to the door-a } shabbily- girl, pretty enough to , rouse acme sympathy. Her shallow face showed traces of tears. sPhewi she's the cashier" said butch. er's boy in the gathered knot, whistling.
 "And phwat has she doner' awoman in 2 shawl demanded.
 ssVat has she donef' the shopkeeper re peated, with spread hands. 'She has stole vun, two, tree time alretty-she has stole l, my money. will haf her locked avayl" A red-haired young man in 8 blue car digan jacket, who had lounged out from $ fruit-store next door, intercepted.
 "What are you blowing about, Schwab How much has she got7" he demanded.
 "Vell, she has got some money. l hal found her tree time at it" her employer re sponded, his small, kindly eyes warmly alight. II haf gif her good wages alretty Now will find 8 policeman
 The fruit-store clerk eyed the girl.
 nYou better bundle right along," he said | sharply "That's all right, schwab. Yor
 hainrt lost much. It's too small Q case fol
 8 policeman to tackle; you wouldn't find on'
 t would touch it."
 ! 1Q0 S1rl went W1CQOuG d WOru.
 Schwab, with Q resigned shrug and n gradual return to good-nature, followed f customer into his shop; the red-haire' t clerk, conscious of the admiration of tn
 group, strolled back.
 It was over. The butcher-boy went on hi way.
 Cornelia fingered. She looked up tn
 street after the girls disappearing figure
 and sighed with pity.
 She was ready to cry again, but restraine
 herself, because the red-haired young ma Il was looking at her over a pyramid of ol anges. She saw vaguely that they were fiji
 teen for @ quarter.
 Still her lips trembled. Shc knew sh
 was not herself--or that Aunt Sarah woul
 have thought she was not.
 The idea that was forming itself alarme , her, and yet held and dazzled her.
 Why notP
 There was no good reason why not Yhel
 was every reason whY-the same reasor
 that had always been. Only she had neve get se near to 1t as this; Aunt Sarah ha , always prevented it.
 She went up to the window. It had pin
 ended sausages, bottled olives and fru
 cans attractively arrayed.
 Should shea They would be in New Yor
 only . month or so longer-cQuld she sta