The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-12-20

HE MADE HER SIT DOWN.
Christmas was coming. You knew it by
a thousand different TOKENS there in Gro
ton; by the wagons piled with Christmas
trees and Christmas wreaths that passed
through the town, the hawkers at the
horses heads leading them and finding
customers everywhere. You knew IL by
the tableaux visible through the open
church doors--young men on ladders fes-
looming the ropes of evergreens fashioned
by the young girls, who sat in pretty
groups below, the preacher in their midst,
and his wife, in large white apron, super
intending the work of decoration
1t had occurred to Herford Wayne, who
was one of the clerks in Cheeseman's large
factory and who for some reason had q
holiday that afternoon, to take his be-
trothed wife, Marjorie Chadwick, for a
walk on Broad street, and by looking in at
the windows get an idea of what she fan
cied and surprise her with it on Christ
mas morning, and having donned a new
cravat and bestowed much attention on
his back hair, he proceeded to carry out his
intention.
Marjorie was reading The Ladies' Maya
zine when he arrived. and her reply to his
invitation WIS given in rather disconso-
late tone and with sigh. 1t was:
ooh, yes, if you care TO CO." But Mar
jorie WAS so pretty that she could even be
disconsolate without setting people against
her, and HEREFORD sat by the little parlor
window while she was gone to dress and
thought OF her very lovingly. mo, in
deed, he said to himself, referring TO some-
thing he was thinking OLA conversation
with his friend Robins. mo, indeed. Rob
ms is wrong; money IS not everything. 1t
will not be absurd to marry and stay at
home on twenty-five dollars week, with
prospect Of fifty in the future Marjorie
would rather | should do that than leave
her to make fortune. My Marjorie il
not like Robins Eliza. Then there is
mother"-
He took a letter from his pocket and
read it over two or three times before Mar
jorie came down in the pretty suit of hunt
er's green, which SHE had made herself
and which was very becoming. The in
jured look was still upon her face, how.
ever, and HEREFORD began to wonder at it.
Still he was used to these. little spells of
pouting and was generally able to Danish
them.
1t was lovely winter day-crisp, clear,
sparkling Christmas weather, Marjories
bright hair glistened in the sun, the sweet,
apple blossom pink deepened in her cheeks
and there were little emerald glints in her
blue eyes, but her mouth remained per.
sistently pulled down at the corners. To
tell the truth, though usually a very
pleasant girl, Marjorie was in an evil mood
today. She had not naturally bad tenn
per, but she was prone to-discontent Her
tastes We're rather extravagant, and since
her father was comparatively poor she
had never had quite what she wanted OF
those things that money can buy
AS usual with sufferers from discon-
tent, Marjorie did not suspect that the
cause OF her i'll feeling lay within her own
bosom. 1t had come upon her while read
ing in the society notices an account OF the
wedding of an old schoolmate-of the
wealth of the bridegroom, the brides trous.
seau. the wedding presents, the beautiful
new residence, the List of distinguished
guests.
"As for me, shall have spoons and nap
kin rings. Miss Pardee will give an az
CHAN, Aunt Belvy some pillow shams, and
after that. what? And yet am better
looking than Helen. whom a millionaire
has chosen"
AT this point Marjorie paused and told
herself that HEREFORD was the best and
handsomest of men and that she ought to
be ashamed of herself Still, when she
saw him she noticed that he had not quite
the air Of the young men on the Heights,
and as she put on her homemade costume
she said to herself that any one would
know that 1t WAS not made by modiste.
Her kid gloves were rubbed at the finger
tips
As they entered Broad street with its
shops the display of wealth and fashion
irritated her. She almost refused to stop
before the jewelers. window, whispering,
"as though we were country people staring
at the Shops" and though she did stand
still moment she declined to admire any
thing but set of diamonds in a velvet
case, which were quite as far beyond Her
ford's power to give her as any of the stars
The young man began to feel his pa
thence somewhat tried, and leaving Broad
street turned into the road where the peo-
pie from the Heights drove every afternoon.
Today there was good deal of driving in
very fine turnouts, some of them very
snowy, for instance that of Mrs. Caleb
Clipper, whose coachman wore livery.
and whose daughters, in brilliant cos
tunes. served as excellent offsets to her
own black velvet and diamonds. "Splen-
did horses and handsome girls" said Her
ford gayly, rs they dashed past. Marjorie
did not answer. She did not even glance
st the gay equipage. Her hands were fixed
upon the little muff, which she turned
round and round upon her slender hands.
and she distinctly pouted.
Naturally, Herford liked smiles better
than pouts. but Marjorie in any mood was
pretty. He fancied that what he had said
about the Misses Clipper had vexed her.
and FASTENED to add: but nothing like so
| pretty as you are, Marjorie. There's not a
girl in Groton to compare with you in my
eyes. He passed his hand through her
arm as he spoke. She removed it instantly.
That Is a vulgar way of walking, Her
ford, she said THE Ladies' Magazine
mentions it as something unpardonable' +"
Really" said Herford. "Pray take my
arm then" She shook her head.
That is only admissible after dark"
said she. ''Our magazine says that" just
| then workman from the factory appeared
| in sight. He wore red shirt and was
smoking pipe, and his arm was about a
| rosy young woman in white apron, to
| whom he pointed out the finest horses with
| the stem Of his long clay pipe.
| THAT Ii certainly more comfortable
J! way the young man said. 1T is what |
/ should Ike best What IL the or,i r,io1 ri