Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-07-01

the loan of broom and a good cross
ing. What 1.-The governor" would say,
moreover, he did not at that particular
moment care to think.
Now, the duties of barmaids are
manifold, and the mere serving out OF
beverages to thirsty mankind is but the
least of them. To talk multitudinous
platitudes to empty youth is a grade
higher, and to charm, very wisely, the
more exigent taste of the affiuent mid
die aged a decided accomplishment
But perhaps the most delicate task re-
quired OF her is to act as mother
confessor and adviser in chief to sue
OF her clients as are down on their
luck, and this service, as she very clear
ly saw, was now required Of Maggie
Beaumont
why, Mr.. Walton, what is the mat
ter?" she asked.
Everything. Maggie, everythingv
the young man groaned.
Miss Beaumont did not gather much
from this, and, seeking particulars,
learned that Mr.. Walton had just
dropped" co siderably more than his
pocket could afford. Then the mother
confessor began to upbraid her erring
| son OF the Stock Exchange; his duty
she knew all about him-was simply
to carry out the behests of his wiser
father; why did he risk his little neck
before the head it bore was sufficiently
we'll primed in the mysterious art Of
turning paper into money?
Arthur Walton attempted to defend
himself-there were so many things a
fellow wanted that beggarly three
hundred wouldn't run to. Then what
was the only thing for a fellow to do?
Why, to turn a penny" for himself
which u.s. being interpreted, to put
down a penny and pick up three half
pence.
'1s it very bad this timer" asked
Maggie, for she had heard the same
tale before.
"There'll be an awful row." answered
Walton ruefully. II shall have to draw
on the governor, and he'll tell the
mater, and-well, that's the worst of
it,"
Il wish | could help you," said Mag
gle after pause.
Il am sure you would if you could"
he answered, and they both felt they
had spoken foolishly They were
silent for few moments.
Mr.. Walton" said Maggie with UNI
usual seriousness.
Yes, Maggie"
"lf | tell you something will you
promise not to repeat it?"
why, yes; of course l will
and you won't ask questions?"
Not if you forbid me-"
We'll, l do forbid you" She paused
nervously.
Well Magg e, out with it,"
Il want to help you" said the girl
Arthur started in astonishment-"to
recoup your losses You must-buy
Egyptians, and hold till the 9th"
why, but, however"
"You promised"
"Ah, yes, | mustn't ask questions"
He reflected for moment or two and
came to a decision. Miss Beaumont
should be his delphic oracle; he would
SSlupC al HlS -peHllltS LOStIDCl lOl
plunge" And the excitement of the
new project quite restored his spirits.
won't you come up to the river
next Sunday?" he begged and agai
NJ. SIS Beaumont referred him to her
Try next" vacant Sunday, and he
rather ungraciously declared his belief
lhat that day was a myth.
mo, we really will have a day up
the river together before we die, I
promise YOU" she said. Its one of
the things I've set my heart on.
The 9th came and Arthur Walton
dropped his Egyptians and picked up
very pleasant little pile in their place.
Hurryins to the George and Bull in
order to thank Miss Beaumont for his
good luck, he met Max Alden, who
also owned to having made a very mic
thing out of the same stock.
Then" said Walton. well go
and have drink on the strength of it
Why"-he stared in establishment at
the where's Miss Beaumont"
she's left us," said the newcomer.
Nov, that's too bad"' said Walton
and then, thinking that Alden took the
desertion far too coolly, you don't
seem to mind" he added.
II think we shall survive it, old man"
said the imperturbable Max quietly.
mo, affection in that fellow" Wal
ton decided. "Only cares for his bust
ness" And, lacking Miss Beaumont's
bright presence, their glass of luck fell
quite flat-they might have been drink
ing at meeting of their own creditors,
said Alden-"at our own liquidation,
he added, looking in vain for Waltons
approved of the wicked pun.
Never mind, old man, you'll soon get
over it," he said.
You don't understand, old Max"
said Walton. Il know she was only
a barmaid, and all that, but-dash it!
so different from the usual run of
them. | call her lady"-Alden was
all attention-"I do. She may have |
had a few bad tricks-that fearful
rarely, for instance-but she was a