The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-02-12


ty or not, is a matter of opinion. l, OF
course, do not incline to thinking my
self quite horror, for my mirror tells
me, when l consult (which is quite
as often as other girls-that l have
bright eyes and white teeth, and dim
pie in each cheek, and a figure that
always seems to fit my dresses. l aru
can consider herself poor who possesses
a good typewriter and skill to use it.
Both these qualifications belong to me.
and for nearly year l have held a
good position in Mr.. John Postle-
thwaite's office, and from nine to four
every day I gaily rattle the keys of my
typewriter.
broker, and, though he is not at all old
l never looked upon him as young
mamie is so grave and silent AL
though 1 saw him every morning, he
never said more than "Good day, Miss
Claxton," and l declare l could not
have told you whether he was fair or
dark, for l seldom ventured to raise my
L
in my corner, curtained off from the
other clerks and far too busy to take
any notice of them, or of any one else,
except-ah! here is a tremendous ex-
ception, for l had constant visitor,
my sweetheart! 1 should mention that
Mr.. Postlethwaite was a widower.
That, perhaps, was partly the cause OF
his seriousness, for l have heard that
his wife was young and beautiful, and
that he loved her dearly. They had
been married but few years when she
died, leaving him a baby three years
old. That baby was now five, and
every day, except in the summer wher
he was away at Long Island on his
fathers farm, little Jack would come
in the carriage and fetch Mr.. Postle.
thwaite away.
The very first day I took possession
of my curtained corner, just as the
clock was on the stroke of four. the
loveliest little head in the world
peeped around my desk, and pair OF
big, roguish eyes, blue as Heaven
looked up, laughing, into mine. Then
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more of those sweet eyes until the
next afternoon. Then, however, thu
little rogue, with all the confidence
imaginable, walked inside the curtain
and revealed the dantiest darling
picturesquely clad in black velvet, with
long golden curls falling over his deeI
lace collar. fell in love with him OF
the spot, and am bound to say tina
the passion was mutual, for he sat or
my knee and returned my kisses will
interest, and when, the following day
l cemented the friendship with ar
offering of French candies, we pledged
eternal fidelity in the spirit, if not il
the letter. The day was indeed dull
one to me that did not bring my little
Jack to kiss his sweetheart Val.
The winter passed, and at Christina:
and New Years Jack and l excha nget
appropriate gifts-Jack always assur
ing me earnestly that his presents hat
been his own unbiased choice, and per
chased with his own money from hi
own money-box. I noticed that as tn,
early February days slipped away Jacl
tie bosom swelled with some tremend
Gus secret, and sometimes, after gazing
at me for a few seconds with widenin:
eyes, he would ripple with delicious lit
tie gusts of laughter from head to foot
After these tiny explosions he would
kiss me vehemently. and rush away a
though afraid to trust his secret an,
longer in my presence.
| can not pretend to say that had n,
inkling of coming events, and, sur
enough, when arrived in the office OF
St. Valentines morning, there on m,
desk lay package, sealed almost al