The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-09-22

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 Never by word or act did the little sehool-mistress condone his vanities as other women had done; and this piaued his admiration. though at times 1t stung him sorely. He had been ac' customed to subseryience and natteryi and the appetite for these Is as difii- cult to divert as to appease.
 He soon discovered that Mildred Hicks had an honest and fearless way of looking at all things. He shrahk from this, but found in her nature and companionship only gentleness and consideration. save in one particular She was relentless in her disparagement of class dominance and his own lily concealed assumptions of social and literary superiority.
 q see you would banish us Bohe- mians." said Watson with bitter smile. in reply to one of her scathing satires.
 q would certainly have you con- trolled;" she replied spiritedly. q would have you compelled to lay before the world only clean things, and those in clean and healthful way"
 You would resurrect the old mas ters, then?"
 T would inspire the new ones; and, to be plain, would have every one | even writers-educated to the full knowledge of the true honor of partic- | ipation in the common duties of life | the real pleasure that can be had in them; and the bitter, reactionary pain In assumptions of what we do not pos sess and in needless efforts after the unattainable."
 But are we writers to take to the plow?"
 Many of you shouldw and then with a far away look in her eyes, followed by a burst of earnestness, she said "Mr. Watson, I wish you knew my fatherv
 q wish did," responded Ned, with conscientious bangs for the polite lie.
 T am sure you would admire him, ,'' she replied proudly He is not greatly respected by my uncle here, because he is city workingman. He is a piece worker, MT. Watson"
 "A what?" he asked apprehensively.
 "Ha, ha, ha! I see you do not under stand what the term signifies. There is much to learn in this world, isn't there, now, MT Watson?"
 "Too much. But what may a piece worker be? A kind of machinery"
 "So considered by many employers | A piece-worker is one who takes gar ments-coats, trousers or vests-from custom-tailoring establishments, by the piece, to his home, to be returned as faultless as the perfect human form for which he receives a niggardly price perhaps one dollar for the tasteful ducking vest you wear!'
 They were on the river; Watson, with his coat off, rowing.
 | And this is your fathers profes- sion?" looking dubiously at his vest.
 Yes; profession as well as business for that implies, or should imply, artis- tic perfection in any trade; and even your vocation is trade, MT. Watson!
 He had not looked at it in just that light before, and confessed as much.
 '"Yes, he makes vests for a liveli. hood. Oh, I know it is terribly vul. gar!" she said, flushing; "but God bless him for his great nobleness, tender. ness and love, in the midst of his wig. gan, wax and waistcoatsn'
 His impulse was to respond aAmen! not so much for the old gent among his wiggan, wax and waistcoats, as fol his plucky daughter who so gallantly defended him away up there in Mime sota; but somehow it stuck in his throat and remained unsaid. l .f love for her dear old father in her eyes, but still laughing from the thought which flashed into her mind, land his poor, fat hands may have ached over the very vest you are now wearingr'
 Ned Watson and not his companion seemed af1ame with modification at the possibility.
 Just look at the vent There, of course you can't know what that is!- the opening below the seam joining the fronts and back. If you find an 1T worked beautifully where the seam is stayed at the bottom, he surely made itw
 By Jupiter! His crest is here! he exclaimed excitedly. =,
 "The 'stay'-the cross-bar of the eH' lis necessary; but the uprights which complete it are only a little fancy of fathers. He always says: Tt is not every one that can so easily set his mark on a thousand people every year. Let us hope this garment may never be worn by a scoundrel! I am sure he would be glad to know that his handi- work had come so far in company with 8 gentleman" | The young journalists head was whirling from the strange revelation. What was he doing? Where would this dalliance lead him4? Above all what would the tyrant, Society, say to | discovery of his summering and sen- timentalizing with the daughter of a sweltering, beer-guzzling, snuff-taking vest-maker?
 l All of this, in rapid succession, frightened him into asserting his then idea of manhood, and how that man. hood should make him just; and he l rowed back to the village, settled in his mind that he had been doing a mean, cowardly thing in thus dishonestly toy- | ing with the affections of a susceptible | girl.
 Good bye, MT: Watson; I neglected to say that am also a vest-maker" She said this as they parted with a degree of pride entirely -incomprehensi- ble to him, and went home gaily, occa- sionally looking backward over her shoulder at the dejected- journalist,