The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1891-08-22

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Poor little womanl There were
dark circles under her eyes next morn
ing. aud the FIVE bright morning
glories tapping against her winlow
won but the wannest smiles. ! saw her
SIT languidly down and count every
penny in the small pocke,book.
Neager enough. ! knew. from the de-
jected way her hands fell together In
her lap. Then she went 10 tho door
In answer TO "a knock. and came back
" It'll my roses held in both hands. and
counterparts OF sudden growth in he-
cheeks. There was no card 20 the
flowers; but | saw her glance shyly
across at my window as II she sus-
pected.
Next day / sent another. and the
following day another. wondering how
was to find n proper introduction for
the sender.
Her money knew, was all gone.
one evening when saw her take
something out OF box. kiss il pas
sionately and hastily so out OF the
room.
Pawnshop, thought !. Not safe
trip for pretty flower like you. going
likewise down my stairs just ia time 10
keep her in view.
II was almost dark, the street well
nigh empty OF its throngs. as the slim
figure paused under tho furnished gilt
balls OF the pawnbroker. She put one
hand on the door knob. then passed on
up the street half n square. turned re-
traced her steps and again halted.
frightened. at the door. A second time
she turned away from 10. and again.
after a few hesitating steps down the
street. came back 20 il. This time. as
II nerved TO its doing. she opened the
door and went in. stood guard out
side.
Through the gaudy trinkets and
motley assortment boxers gloves and
guns. and some ones worn Bible lying
in the window like truth set in lies. |
saw her hand an old fashioned wa.ch
across the counter 10 the beak-nosed.
skull-capped old pawnbroker hurried
~ pocket the five silver dollars he
clinked out TO her, and swiftly pass
ont again under the dingy balls.
As she fastened up the street, pass
ed dark corner dimly touched by
lamplight a man stepped out OF the
shadows, caught her by the arm, leer-
ing down into the frightened face.
you coward, she panied. How
dare you?"
You're too purity go 80 long the
street unprotected. heard. IL dart
ed forward across the street and then
| had him by the neck for one inmate.
and then the gutter .iad him the next
Not unprotected. ,ou whelpl' hiss.
cd. SO furious ] could scarcely articu-
late.
Missy looked at me with pale face.
in which recognition took the place OF
terror accepting the arm offered
with confding gesture that ma IL me
want 10 go back and kick the eur in
the gutter.
Swift tears were rolling down her
cheeks. Don't cry" said. Don't
cry. or ! shall have 10 thrash the
wretch" She smiled bravely under
the tears. 'I-hardly think lie Is
worth-the exertion.n in uncertain
quavers. ''I--l-am so grateful TO
you"
well" laughed II am grateful
for the chance OF being OF service Ia
you; glad | happened along Hap
pcnedl Whew! / smiled broad
smile mentally at my successful du-
plicity. Happened! Rather. you
see. have been so long acqua nted
with your morning glorics that real
ly feel as though ] know their owner. :"
And then we quite primly introiuc-
cd each other 10 each other. and then
| left her at her door and went up
stairs on my side the alley.
did not read Blackstone that night.
was too absorbed in telling fortunes
with fate sitting in the starlight until
the clocks all around the neighbor-
hood struck midnight. counted az
least six different toned recorders Of
time. and then went 10 bed. my last
conscious thought being cogiiation
rs TO whether she objected 10 cgars--
or cigar smokers.
"Morningglory" did not appear at her
window next morning. but she did in
the evening. bowling In response TO my
greeting. | feared my manner was
too tinctured with the pleasure felt
at seeing her. for she only tarried n
moment and | passed the remainder
OF that even ng reviewing what she
said and what I said.
could no. call; that landlady was
too economical OF space TO waste any
In parlor. So ! sent note asking
II might accompany her 10 church
the coming Sunday evening Back
came quantity formal permission.
Their ! - dear old LADY who
'mothefed'' some Of the young stcrs OF
our set TO call upon her. Then the