Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1890-05-24

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s|.s n argaret Long was twenty, and
ssEaGllarlning girl.
This was not Che first tive a Ger
sltain idea had presented itself to
mr.. Brewsipr's mind.
He had thought that he had fin
slashed with all that SORT of thing
lwhensa tender passage in his life
5sLatl closed disastron>ly, twenty
Wears ago-when there had been a
asfnolish quarrel anil a letlrothal
firing sent back, and then, II few
months LATER, Il crnei marriage no
lice in the papers. He had thought
that his lonely lite mast he his pun
]ishmen for his hasty,injnSiice, and
that he conld never care for an
other woman.
( BIT when Margaret Long had
hurst npan MIN one day, beautiful
and radiant. lle had felt a new sen
sation.
When size had brightly talked
with him, rcicI.e.i on dry goods
box perhaps. lie bad felt his heart
grow warm within him; when she
/ ha.l made Il lillecail IN The private
.otfica-but she WAS ~ home all
lover lii, Store AMI good friends
].withalifhe employeeS--aldaughrd
and cliatIe,l with him, from an arm
of his big chair, he felt odd, new
hopes stirring il bis breast.
Hrknew w,llrncu.i, how George
Hong wnnid Jew it. The marriage
!, OF his daugh er 70 his paliner. who,
with himself. ranked with the fore
FmoSt Of the solid, prospcrcnS men
|nf The city, would not fail to graft
lily him.
! MIR. brewster Thought That he
Knight bring the girl 70 care for
lEhiln. Better he than some young
:Escapegrdce who would make her
miserable. She would make a
charming mistress for the fine
lhouse he could give her. Twenty
Years youngers What Of that? He
WOULD make her too happy to think
of it.
He pulled his monstacbe. just
touched with gray, to disguise The
broad smile he conld not repreSS.
There WAS fresh bill of goods
up stairs 10 be invoiced, and MIR.
Brewster took the elevator to look
at it.
/ Not but John Rogers would at
tend to it perfectly. Rogers was
the upstairs manager, and treas
nre-only twenty-five or so, but un-
commonly clever and efficient and
honest; the sort of fellow TO make
his mark.
/ But Mr.. Brewster was not think
ing Of John Rogers just now just
now; he had before hIm distinct
picture of oval checks and IL sweet
mouth, which hopelessly confused
all else
He baG paused behind u MAIN
moth box of newly-arrived goods,
and looked absently down into tile
street.
What were those fellows chat
tering about back there9 1t put
his glowing visions to rout. That
was Rogers voice, though, and he
never Chartered; a tall, square
shouldered, good-looking young
hali-Scotchman be was, who could
mind his own affuirs and say little.
But that was his voice.
81 tell you, Stiles, might as well
WANT the noon,' he WAS saying, as
Though in emphatib repetition.
His voice had Il dreary tone. 81
shall never get her. 1t could never
be possible. Everything is against
1t. | haven't a Csance. Idon't
say It's unreasonable, either. It's
IA law of nature. What could you
ask or expecl7 She is the daugh
| ter OF one sof the owners of the
4 house WIFI 2loys me. Would
5Ilitsbe likely that her father would
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i consent with JOY to my proposal
4 for his daughlerY It's likely he'd
4 discharge me on tho spot
So, sol Mr.. Brewster stood still.
i He might have slipped away. but
+ he felt somehow powerleSs to move.
He tugged at his moustache, and
listened.
$50 in and wln,n said Stiles,
boldly. "You're as good a fellow
s as she'll he apt to meet, and you
know it, Rogers. ANY girl ought
to be glad to getsyou, L should say.
4 Just go in aud VIM
"Thank you," said John Rogers.
hopelessly. "But DO want TO
plunge her into a sea OF Trouble,
Stllcs7 An angry father and a
g husband who couldn't take care OF
her by any means as she has al
ways been taken care of-that
isn't a pleasant situation for any
8 girl. Don't think Pm growing; |
am prepared TO submitlo the inev
liable. There isn't any hope for
u.s."
"Us9u said Stiles, interrogately.
"Does Miss Long -bave you
spoken, Or"
There Was silence, which John
Rogers broke with softened, I'M