Evening journal., 1891-08-20

that her fathers heart would soften wher
he really comprehonded how handsome
Jamesy was
So she went on and bought her ribbon
her hairpins, her little fal-ials generally
and was returning when the sky, which
had been darkening for some time became
| positively black. and tremendous gust Of
wind arose, banging the shutters, setting
The old fashioned signs swinging, blowing
all the empty tin cans at the milkman's
door into the road, and sending chips
white paper and little boys hats flying
into the air. Every one ran for shelter
and Mahala, grasping her parcels, made
Tor the open door Of carriage house
Hardly had she done so when the rain be
| gan to pour IN torrents and as she seated
herself on an old box in the corner, happy
| TO be safely housed, two men entered to-
| gether. In moment she saw that one was
| James Cumberland, the other an insignifi-
cant young man with red hair whom she
had occasionally seen at the door of q
tailors shop in the place
The two men seated themselves on the
shafts Of wagon, with their backs toward
her. Even had their faces been toward the
dark corner where she sat they would not
have seen her. But as it was she was per.
fectly secure from observation. It was a
great joke on Jamesy, she thought, laugh.
ing softly 10 herself that she should be so
near him and he never guess it. The next
moment the little tailor spoke
'Sing'ler that we should both run in here
at the same minute" he said.
"Um-why1" asked Jamesy in an UNI
pleasant tone.
We'll, I've been tryin TO see you about
my little bill for some days" said the
tailor
You're in hurry. seems to me, !" said
Jamesy.
What ! want to know is when I'm to
have that cash" said she tailor "Come,
say when"
Look here, Jinks," said Jamesy more
amlcabiy You jest hold on, and the time
will come when my custom will be worth
having. Don't you forget ttr'
"AhP remarked the tailor
"Ahl and obi If you like;r said Jamesy
I'm going to marry a hayress."
When you find her, suppose" said the
tailor.
She's found" said Mrs. Gumberland's
Jamesy. you don't suppose. good looks
like mine goes for nothin, do you, Jinksi
I'm formed by nature for magin mashes.
I've got them fine points about my per
sonal appearance that the women admire.
Folks like you, that's made so TO speak,
for work, don't know nothint about IL
Why, love lettersl I've got trunks full,
curls of hair and photographs. But most
OF 'em are, ! confess, from gals not worth
noticing-folks in the sphere of life that
my father, having married beneath him,
reduced nae to- This gal is in the fust cir.
Giles OF sassiety, where naturally I belong
She's Miss Mahaly Mumford, If you want
to know who she is
Honor Arightw asked the tailor
Bible oathP' said Mrs. Cumberland's
Jamesy. 'sShe's fust chop, you know
plain and hnmbly kind Of chunky little
thing but the only heiress OF her pa. We
80 away tomight-get married at the end
OF our journey. She's Of age, you. bet
kinder goin on for an old maid hut the
chink, Jinks-the tin, that catches mel Ii
may take a week to get the old man round,
mebbe month. But you shall be paid as
soon as he says, Bless you, my childrenpo
II hope he'h hurry up and say it,D said
Jinks. But how did you get introduced
to herf'.
"She introduced herself" said Jamesy.
shed seen me som'ers and set her heart
on me al onct. She went for me, tell
tell you, Jinks. and il she didn't pop the
question, she come mighty close TO dom it,
I'm all right there, and once ! get my
hands into the cash, you and me will have
lots OF Publications. / shan't take airs
over old friends when Pm rich and stylish,
links"
"All righti' said links. But I'm feel
better satisfied when see the cash, for all
that There is many slip between. cup
and lip, you 1now."
mo fear IN my case, Jinks,n said Mrs
Cumberland's Jamesy. "Mahaly 10 700
dead gone Onme."
Then the rain having ceased to fail as
suddenly AZ i began, the two men left the
carriage house. Ten minutes afterward
Mahala, with blazing eyes and whitelips,
hurried homewari.
At the gate Of the home garden she
paused. Inthe middle Of the lawn stood
her father in fury, with a paper in his
hand
The trellis was gone, and pile Of sticks
lay upon the branches OF the young wis
terra.
"Mahala, banged II ever allow rOu to
attend to anything again. was Mr.. Mum
ford's greeting 70 his daughter THAT
trells has blown down. A pretty piece OF
work indeed, put up with tacks and pins,
should say; all yee-yaw, anyhow And
look at the bill the IDIOT that made Il has
sent me-thirty dollarsl Why, III see
him firstw
Don't pay penny of il. pap sasd Ma
hala.
IL shan't, said Mr.. Mumford.
II was such a fool to get Mrs. Climber
lands, Jamesy TO do anythiDg-an idle,
lazy strickster-a low brute-a swindlerp'
sobbed MahRla, "Oh, pa, forgive ner'
Bless me, don't cry, childp' said Mr.
Mumford, with unusual kindness. There,
there; how were You to know about car
penters' work. Kiss me-" And Mahala,
for the first time in her life, wept upon her
fathers shoulder-he never knew why.
II was Mahala who suggested shat even
ing that the old bulldog Scrooge should be
let loose in the garden. She was sure that
she heard feet there the night before. Il
was Mahala who lay awake listening with
hitter glee until she heard the appointed
signal, Meet Ne by Moonlight Alone"
whistled beneath her window-who heard
a growl, a howl, fierce barking, shrieks,
flying feet and a shot from her fathers
window.
1t was Mahala who picked up several
large pieces Of checked cloth upon the lawn
next morning. and then went to the kennel
where Scrooge sat licking his lips with sal
isfaction, and called him "Good dogp She
was somewhat disposed 20 be hysterical,
but she felt no pity. Revenge is sweet
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