The Newtown bee., 1892-07-22
The Young Mans Mistake.

sOh, but you'll be sure to make your fortune, Jason," said Annie Dayrell, enthusiastically.
 'sI shall make try for it at all events, said Jason Trowbridge, rather conceited- ly, adjusting the lavender silk necktie that the dainty fingers of his betrothed had stitched for him.
 He was tall, handsome young man, with curly brown hair, pink and white complexion, and an exquisite little shad- ow of mustache on his upper lip; the only son of widowed mother, and the Apollo of the village mythology. Such young fellows are very apt to be little spoiled, and sometimes more than little.
 'sI wish could go to the city," said Annie, discontentedly. In her minds eye, pretty Annie Dayrell saw her daisy like loveliness eclipsed by the sparkle and style of city belles. She remembered how, in all the novels she had read, the wealthy merchants beautiful daughters invariably fell in love with the courage ous young aspirants for fortune. And what woman could be blamed for fall ing in love with Jason Trowbridge? AL ready Annie felt the envenomed dart Of jealousy tearing at her heart.
 "Jason will take you there one day, nv dear" said Mrs Towbridge, con- placently. "It isn't every young man that enters life under auspices like those of Jason. But then, you see, the head of the firm used to be college mate of my poor dear husband"
 ssMr Aiwayne?" said Annie.
 "Yes, MT Alwayne. The firm is Alwayne & Alfred.''
 Annie listened in reverential silence to these items of infOrma tion. which she
 heard at least score of times before
 but then it was privilege to be allowed to come and help pack Jason's trunks and mark his cuffs and collars, and fol low him from room to room, like a patient, adoring little girl, as she was, that she would scarcely have found the
 multiplication table itself tedious.
 So Jason went to seek his fortune, like him of the Golden Fleece, nobody
 knows how many centuries ago.
 It was quite true, as his mother had
 said, that his debut on the grand stage of the world was surrounded with more
 favorable circumstances than that o1
 many young men of his age and qualifi cations.
 . Mrs Trowbridge, anxious that her only
 child succeed in life, had written long 4 letter to MT Alwayne recalling to his
 memory the gay young collegian of 3t years ago, and begging his interest and MT Alwayne had responded with a brief, brusque note, which people tolG the widow was characteristic of the ricf , merchant.
 "Send the young fellow on," it said q am willing to try what mettle he If ] made of. ;"
 That was rather slender foundation
 whereon to build, but it was enough fo Mrs Towbridge and Annie Dayrell-nay f even for Jason himself.
 sHe's an eccentric fellow,s reasoned ; the young man, "with lots of money an'
 no son of his own; it shall be no faul of mine if he doesn't take fancy t. , me-
 si Thus he meditated as he elbowed nj
 way through the crowd at Albany U i, get his ticket. At the same moment 2 he felt hand laid lightly on his arn
 and he was addressed by feeble looking f old man in butternut colored suit ant : knotted cane.
 s s.Would you please get my ticket 10 me, sir? | am not so spry as some T these travellers and believe our time l. limited"
 . uGet your ticket yourselff' sharpi b flashed back Jason Trowbridge, aggra if yated especially by some rough boot bt
 ing placed just then on his tight paten r leather boot. ssI've nc more time to foe e away than you have.
 h And he caught atthe slip of pape a nusbed toward him by the official an d rushed madly toward the station dool ri nearly upsetting the old man in his ht IS haste. i. ssEvery man for himself and tn