Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1890-04-25

Carruther broke with a softened, un-
steady voice
Il think she cares for he. he said
slowly. There are way you can tell
you know-things you can't mistake.
I'm not boastipg. it's only showing
you how hard it is for me. Its more
than know how to bear" he burst
out desperately.
And then the Office boy came up
with inquiries from Mr. Clifford, and
the junior partner could hear Carru-
theirs responding in his usual steady
manner. and Stiles walked away.
Mr. Brewster sat down in the dusty
window seat, feeling somehow used
up.
HeIe was state of things.
He rubbed back on his chair in be-
wilderment; it was hard TO take it all
in AT once. His confidential clerk i'll
love with his partners daughter
But no it was not strange in truth
| it was hardly TO be wondered at.
That was not the queer part. The
| queer part was-John Carruthers in
/ love with the girl whom he, Daniel
| Brewster, meant 10 marry.
Something OF mixture, was ii not?
| Mr. Brewster stroked his chin.
If it had been Stiles, or Robinson,
! or Downing, or any OF the others, Mr.
| Brewster would have had plenty OF
| epithets to apply-bold upstart, im-
pudent puppy, and the like. But
! John Carruthe:s could hardly be dis
| posed OF in that way; Carruthers had
too much dignity, and too much of
his employers respect. What Car
rutners said or did demanded consid-
eration-in any other case. But
this?
The young rascal a handsome
/ fellow he was, with his broad should
ers and his clear-cut face. And
twenty-five or 50.
Mr.. Brewster, with a sudden i'm
pulse, took out his pocket mirror
Yes, he looked his forty years. The
wrinkles were beginning Il subtle ap-
pearance, and his hair and musrache
We're dotted with gray.
Forty-odd years old ;amd something
of all old fogy, he supposed. And
! John Carruthers was energetic, bright
hammered, thoroughly pleasing-and
twenty five.
Mr.. Brewster's visions of a half
hour ago tell aud shattered them
selves. He thought she liked him,
ell h? Most likely. Any girl would, as
Stiles had said Liked him, and
would marry him, if be should ask
her no doubt of it. She was Il firm
spoken, independent girl. But Car
ruthers was afraid to ask her, though,
Oh forty dollars week? How would
sixty do, then? q? That was the salary
of the buster manager down stairs,
and he was leaving next month for
another city. And once George
ClifTord's son-in law, the young fel-
lows future would be plain. He
would be the leading partner in the
firm in ten years, aud he and Clifford
could take rest.
What was he planning? Why, the
destruction of his hopes. Half al
hour ago he had seen himself 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 IA
love-sick week or SO? He would get
over it; so would Margaret. And, on
his own behalf, he knew that word
to George Clifford
John Carruthers came around be
hind the box, started at the sight OF
his employer, and stepped back but
Mr. Brewster shook his head.
Don't 20, Carruthers, he said.
Il want word with you. I've been
here for fifteen minutes, Carruthers.
His manager flushed hotly, with a
hurt gaze at him.
Il have heard the whole business,
! Carruthers," Mr.. Brewster added
coolly. Il know that you have fallen
in love with Miss Margaret Clifford
and she with you.
Il did not say so, Mr.. Brewster,
poor Carruthers stammered. Il said
| thought hoped
Its all the same. think | gath
cred the main facts And | want TO
PROFOUND Mr.. Styles query, Carru-
theirs. Why don't you ask her,''
You've been very kind, Mr. Brew
ster.r Carruthers said, rather huskiiy.
! don't believe one man in thousand
would have done this. They would
have laughed al my presumption aud
let it go. | can never forget it, sir
If / come TO anything now, it is you
who have been the making Of me, for
don't think | could have come 10
much without her"
Il would like 10 know you better,
Mr.. Brewster. It's a good deal 10
ask, but couldn't you make Us call
some evening? live with my moth
er and my aunt, Mrs. Joyce, at Num-
Der Seventy-nine Major They would
be 80 glad 10 see you
L.. h hn sa
over his employers face.
"Joycel' said Mr.. Brewster, clear
ing his throat and growing suddenly
white.
Not Helena Graham 2
Did you know her, Mr.. Brewsterfi
said Carruthers, warmly. Yes, that
was her maiden name. She's my
Ill others youngest sis.er. Her hus-