The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1890-03-15

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way Carruthers had too much dignity,
and too much OF his EMPLOYERS respect.
What Carruthers said or did demanded
consderation-in any other case. But
this1
The young rascal A handsome
fellow he was, with bis broad shoulders
and his clear cut face. And twenty-five
or SO.
Mr.. Brewster, with sudden impulse,
took out his pocket mirror.
Yes, he looked his forty years. The
wrinkles were beginning subtle ap-
pearance, and his hair and moustache
were busted with gray.
Forty-odd years old: and something
of an old fogy, he supposed. And John
Carruthers was energetic, bright man
nered, thoroughly pleasing-and twenty
five.
Mr.. Brewster'S visions of half hour
ago fell and shattered themselves. He
thought she liked him, eh2 Most
likely. Any girl would, as Stiles had
said. Liked him, and would marry
him, if he should ask her -; no doubt of
it. She was firm spoken, independent
girl. But Carruthers was afraid to ask
her, though, on forty dollars week
How would sixty do, then? That was
the salary of the buster down stairs
manager, and he was leaving next
month for another city. And once
George Chfford's son in law, the young
fellows future would be plain. He
would be the leading partner in the
firm in ten years, and he and Clifford
could take rest.
What was he planning7 Why, the
destruction OF his own hopes. Half an
hour ago he had seen himself a proud
husband now he was the same lonely
bachelor, and would always be. Most
men would ignore John Carruthers'
case, merely. What if he did spend a
love sick week or so2 He would get
over 1t so would Margaret. And, on
his own behalf, he knew that word to
George Clifford
John Carruthers came around behind
the Dox, started at the sight of his en-
ployer, and stepped bach but Mr..
Brewster shook his mead.
"Don't go, Carruthers," he said. 81
want word with you. I've been here
for fifteen minutes, Carruthers."
His manager flushed hotly, with a
hurt gaze at him.
81 have heard the whole business,
Carruthers. Mr.. Brewster added,
coolly. 81 know that you have fallen
in love with Miss Margaret Clifford and
she with you"
81 did not say so, MIR. Brewster, p"
poor Carruthers stammered. 81 said l
thought hoped"
It's all the same. l think gathered
the main facts. And | want to pro-
pound Mr.. Stiles qury, Carruthers.
Why don't you ask her1"
"You've been very kind, Mr.. Brew
ster," Carruthers said, rather huskily.
Il don't believe one man in thousand
would have done this. They would
have laughed at my presumption and
let it 60. l can never forget it, sir. If
I come to anything now, it is you who
have been the making of me, for don't
think | could have come to much with
out her."
81 would like to know you better,
Mr.. Brewster. It's good deal to ask,
but couldn't you make us a call some
EVENING" | live with my mother and
my aunt, Mrs. Joyce, at Number Sey-
enty nine Major street. They would
be so glad to see YOU
He started at the change which came
over his employers face.
"Jo,ce?" said Mr.. Brewster, clearing
his throat and growing suddenly white.
''Not Helena Graham?'
"Did you know her, Mr.. Brewster p
said Carruthers, warmly. ayes, that
was her maiden name. She's my
mothers younger sister. Her husband
died twelve years ago, and she has lived
with US since. don't think you could
forget her if you have known her. She
was always handsome, and l can't see
that she gets older. l never heard her
speak of you"
"She wouldn't be apt to-" said Mr..
Brewster, in a voice which shook with
his depth OF shaken feeling. "She has
a very good cause not to. She-Did
you say could come and call on you p
said Mr.. Brewster, after silence. lie
turned away and brushed his eyes with
his handkerchief "Carruthers, | have
no right to- have no business to-
Carruthers-but | shall come"
Assuredly Mr.. Brewster's was q
marked case OF virtue its own reward,
| for he was married after all, and before
John Carruthers was.
His pretty notion OF church wed
ding was carried out, too, to the letter,
except that his bride was the only
woman he cared for, and who had been
brought to forgive and comfort him
and that John Carruthers and Margaret
Clifford were best man and bridesmaid
-.Saturday Night
"Where did you buy your new
dress, Bridget" asked a lady in
suburban Roxbury the other day o.
newly-imported Irish domestic.
"At Push & Pulls store, on Wash
ing street, it was, ma am" replied
| the pirl.