Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1903-08-12
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A MIDAIR
ROMANCE
By MARIAN GRANT
Copyright. 1858, by T. c. Mcclure
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building, he amid the iron framework
of huge skyscraper.
He did not know of her existence,
but she felt quite sure that she should
recognize him if ever they met in the
street, whose noisy. busy life swept ON
far below their feet She could always
single him out among the mechanics
working there in midair No other
workman trod the iron beams with
such assured poise or squared his shout
ders just as he did to the days work.
He did everything with an air of abso-
lutte confidence which thrilled and mas
tered her.
He was too far away for her to scru-
tinize his features, but she was quite
sure that he had honest, clear blue eyes
and brown curly hair, and his eyes
could twinkle merrily. This she knew
by the jovial way in which he signaled
his fellow workmen.
Not that she had much time to study
his mannerisms, for Ellen MulvihilI
was designer in the factory of John
son & Co., makers of ladies' shirt waists
and neckwear, and very busy wo-
man. Perhaps it was well for the firm.
however. that while she designed
stocks and fancy boas she wove in the
thread of her romance, for this strange
ly one sided love affair seemed to beau
tify the whole world for her, and
while her heart sang her fingers work
ed deity. and the firm reaped the
profit.
If she had not been so absorbed just
at this juncture she might have noticed
that she was rising in the favor of her
employers, but she was quite amazed
one day when they voluntarily raised
her salary. Quite naturally they did
not offer the explanation that they
feared their competitors and gave the
increase as precautionary measure
Ellen accepted it as a part of the rose
color which had suddenly envelopcd
her entire life scheme. The extra sal
airy had come just in time, she argued
for TriXie, the idol Of her heart, or
rather, the one person who divided
heart space with the hero of Her mid
air dreams, had been wanting to go to
dancing school these two months-to
wonderful hall where children al! in
white frocks and velvet Fauntleroy
suits tripped to fairy music.
Ellen lived with her married brother,
and knowing ones would say that she
paid high price for the privilege.
Mulvihill's wife was something of a
shrew, while Ellen was of more gentle
birth and breeding. The sister-in-law
loved neighborhood gossip and was not
above quarrel with the other dwellers
in the fiat house. Ellen enjoyed her
books, the hall bedroom, furnished and
decorated with the dainty simplicity
which marked her designs at the fac
tory, and the championship of TriXie.
The girls at the factory were kind to
her too, and then there was the quiet,
shadowy church midway 'twiXt home
and work where she stopped each day
to say innumerable "all halls to the
Blessed Mother, who must have inter
coded to secure for her so much happi
ness.
1t was about a month after the mem
orable advance in salary that an omi.
nous silence fell upon the Mulvihill
supper table. Ellen knew instinctiyely
that some domestic problem was COM
ing up for discussion.
AT last John Mulvihill pushed back
his empty teacup and lighted his pipe.
"Ellen, the Shamrock association are
after givin' their annual ball a week
this Tuesday night, an the wife an
mesilf think you'd best be goin' along
Ellen raised startled eyes to her
brothers face.
I'm no dancer, as you well know
John. an crowds like that give me the
headache. I'd rather stop at home with
TriXie."
John MulvihilFs face darkened.
You're always stoppin' at home with
the child, an it is time you went out
an met the boys an had steady COM
pany You're the first Mulvihill girl
that ever passed twenty-five without
havin' her offers to marry. You'll new
er marry if you stay cooped up here
night after night an not even visitin'
our friends of a Sunday afternoon"
Going to the Shamrock associations
ball in search of a husband! Ellen's
face famed, then turned pale. BuT
then, they did not know about him
The very thought seemed like treason
to the strong erect figure which never
passed out of his mental vision.
ITS well enough off l am, John,
without a husband, an see no reason
why you an Mary should want to mar
ry me off. I'm thinkin' Trixie would
miss her old auntie sorely." And she
drew the child close as if to ward off
with her innocent childhood some i'm
pending disaster.
Mrs. Mulvihill blazed forth on the in
slant.
''Yes, an that's what the neighbors
are all sayin'-that l use you as nurse
girl for the child an dance an go to
the theater with John an my chill
would suffer if it wasn't for you. They
talk like you was sort of Cinderella,
an it's tired am of their long tongues.