Middletown transcript., 1893-08-05

It 1T may be, as far as sewing goes,
s she said, laughing at his earnestness /
% manner, "but there are other thing
u where necessity doesn't enter into th
question. Mr.. Clarke was telling M
!, to day of a mamie didn't say who
who writes the fashion page in one o
9 the big daily papers in this very town
He makes his living by other newspape
work, but simply to add little to hi
income he entrenches on a department
: of work that some woman must b'
much better fitted to do than be car
ever be. Her place being taken, she ii
obliged to get what work she can, and
probably it is something that you would
call mans position. Where is "a man s
position. pray? And what do you
think of one who would do such a
thing. Mr.. Ingram?'
"Beneath contempt, Miss Lovelace, ~
said Ingram, unblushingly, land if he
were in the Investigator tor's'employ--"
she would be discharged tomorrow +?
He didn't say where he worked,
though, Z" she added as they entered the
hall. ''In my opinion he should be
driven from the city,"
"Undoubtedly, but have a circum-
s'ance which quite equals yours" said
he, turning up the low-burning gas to
enable her to see to take her wraps off.
81 heard it just yesterday. Old Morely
you don't know him, l suppose-was
on the Times for ten years as theat-
rical and musical critic; he was one of
the best men they ever had, but he
made only shabby-genteel living,
though he was sober and as conscien-
tious in his work as you can imagine.
The other day some young woman
came along and applied for his place.
and, of course, the managing editor
was as potter's clay in her independent
fingers, and inside of ten minutes the
faithful servant of many years. stand
ing was out of his position and the
young woman-I didn't hear her name
installed in it. Now, candidly, was
that right?"
'Did she really do that-drive an old
man out of work." asked Miss Love
lace, quickly, troubled look coming
into her eyes as she spoke.
Exactly; 1 noticed the old chap
to-day walking the streets, and I have
never seen him so tired and forlorn be-
fore.''
She was standing at the foot of The
stairs, and as Ingram-who was quite
handsome fellow-came forward to her
side, queer little feeling came into her
heart and unconsciously she put her |
hand over it.
81 should be very sorry to have the
woman love do such thing as that"
he went on, lowering his voice, and
looking into her eyes steadfastly, "and
would you blame me, MarianP l know
she would not. either, because you
would not, and Marian, I love youln
Hush! she cried. slipping past him as
he held out his arms to her ''you must
not speak to me like that. II am
not worthy Of it, indeed 1 am not
There were tears in her fine eyes as she
stood on the first step and looked down
1T him, and the slightest note of sob
In her voice.
"Why, Marian, what do you mean?
Not worthy Of my love?" he asked. in
"Y9s-no-oh can't you understand?
am wicked, hateful girl, and you
lespise me-you said so-or at least
1ou meant to say so-and I-Vou
would never forgive me. +" She
stopped. and the next minute had sank
1own upon the stairs with her back to
him, and had buried her head in her
arms. But as size did so he heard the
end of her sentence: 81 am wicked
The shadow of smile littel accross
his lips.
"You?" he said.
She nodded her head vigorously and
began a trembling search for dainty
to stay the tears. He
ooked down at his paten. feathers and
he careful crease in his trousers for
and then back at her.
This is TERRIBLE" he said, coming a
tep closer. and striving hard to sup
'ress the laugh in his voice, "and it
aims me to think how deceived have
'een. But still, it will hardly change
ny love for you, dear, becau e-I am
he Fashions Foibles' mani"
She raised her head and looked in
ignantly at him through her tears.
ACi oOhb uoiL was iulllCU d tIIllc, anu |
he light shone down upon it, making
What seemed to him perfect halo
bout perfect head. lie saw there
Fas something more than love or
ears behind the light in her eyes, how
yer, and he wondered what she
bought.
II knew it all the time," she said,
riumphantly, making way for him
eside her.
The day following the "Times'
ray-haired old critic was peacefully 1
in the place he had been SO
nceremoniously elected from, and his
pinion of womanhind in general came y
p several points when he was in
,rmed that it was done by the special O
quest of the young woman herself.
he same day Miss Lovelace bought 1
18th the last proceeds from her work, v
rec ntly issued cook. book. I
In the afternoon Ingram dropped