The Penn's Grove record., 1894-08-31
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Eould have attracted attention, but IN
the metropolis people are more apt to
mind their " business than are thq
people elsewhere, and SO it happened
that as Karl made his way down Sixth
avenue with the riding-habit wrapped
in a brown paper under his arm.
scarcely o head was turned to look
after him. Had it been otherwise;
however, it is doubtful whether thd
Young theological student would have
observed it. He was plunged deeply
in thought, and as his feet t%raversed
the six or seven blocks that lay between
his fathers shop and the Sturgis resi-
idence his mind travelled once again
over the seven years that had inter-
yeped since that eventful day when
Madeline sturgis had come into hla
life.
As he looked back at the boy thathd
was then he wondered how he had vent
tured to let the seed of hope take root
in his heart. The son of q cheap Cert
mar tailor; his companions, like HIM
self, the children of poor tradesmen7
it was certainly a wild notion that posi-
sessed him to WOO and win this aristo-
cratic little maiden, whose people were
not only rich enough to buy and sell
him and his father o thousand times
oye but were of q social stratum far
above that in which the Englers lived
and moved and had their being.
He remembered how he had carried
home that first riding-habit when it
YVES finished, and how he had been
asked to wait in the dining-room until
Miss sturgis could try it on and ascer-
tain whether it was entirely ~satisfac-
tory; and he recalled how he had sat
there in that basement apartment with
its. extension table and its leather
covered chairs; how he had looked
with admiration upon the ~engravlngs
in walnut frames that hung upon the
walls and how he had hoped, oil the
time, that there might be some com.
plant, so that the little lady would
come down to show him just what was
wrong, and he could get another
glimpse of her. But his father was a
good workman. The habit was all that
could be desired and he had returned
homo disappointed.
The days when he saw Madeline he
rallied his red-letter days, and for a
time they were fewer than those that
are indicated in the printed calendars.
One January afternoon, however, Mrs.
Bturgis had come into the shop and
had asked his father if Karl would not
like to go to the mission Sunday
school on Cafmine street, in which she
was very much interested, and his
father, who would have gone through
ire and flood to please a customer, SO
fearful was he of losing @ dollars
worth of trade, had said that Karl
would certainly be there on the follow
ing Sunday.
From that time on he saw her more
frequently, and his i~nfatuation in
creased in proportion. She taught q
class of small boys across the aisle from
where he usually sat, and on more than
one occasion the maiden lady who pre-
sided over the group of larger boys,
of which he was one, was compelled to
demand with some emphasis his return
to the business of the hour, his gaze
having q way of wandering repeatedly
from his catechism or his Bible to the
face of the pretty little teacher in the
opposite pew.
One incident that he recalled with
some pleasure had occurred on q Sun
day afternoon in early spring. He
had noticed that Mrs. Sturgis was not
present in the chapel; that Madeline
had come alone; and he had wondered
nil through thelesson whether it would
seem rude on his part, after tho close
of the session. to offer to walk home
with her. 1fhe only could, he thought,
it would be the happiest day OF his
life but he feared that she might think
him impudent and presuming, and,
when the school was dismissed and the
scholars and teachers filed out into the
street. he lacked the courage to so
forward and speak to her.
But his happiness had come, never
theless; for in following her at what
he considered a most respectful dis
lance, his eyes never once leaving her
1.-the young figure, clad in a well fit
ting spring jacket that his father had
cut with his own hand, he had seen her
jostled by a drunken man, and
had dashed to her aid almost before he
realized what he was doing. The re-
collection of her gratitude was one of
his most cherished memories; and
now, as he turned into Washington
place, he wa thinking of how, on that
occasion, her ann was so cordial
and SO completely lacking in any indi-
cation that she recognized any differ
ence whatever In their social station.
He remembered that it was on that
day that his determination to study for
the ministry was formed, and that it
grew out of her telling him that the
assistant minister at the missios had
lined with them on the evening before.
"The day will come" he had thought,
when I, too, may be asked there to
And now he was thinking that day
night not be so far distant; for, was
be not going to the mission, the week
following, to take the place, temporily,
that very same assistant minister,
Rev. Mr.. David, who, he had heard;
vas to be married and go to Europe
'or a threa months honeymoon tour?
Eyes, it was true, as Lord Beacons!
held had said: 'Any man may be
what he makes up his mind to be-"
By the time young Engfer reached
the Sturgis residence he had walked
and thought himself out of the gloom
Of his blues and his self chidings into
The radiant sunshine of a hope de1
'erred that was on the verge OF reali1