The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1904-06-30

and caught. pair Of brown syes WATCHING
him from the desk In the far corner Of NJ
Johnsou's tf,se. The eyes belonged u
Johnsons private stenogrspher.
] NO. don't know = girl Id care to mar
ry, nor girl who'd care TO marry me.
Well, rn be hanged ,jsculsted Mr.
johnson.
\ But III tell you this much, Mr.. johnson,
| don't propose to have little tblng like
not hsvinga wife stard between me and
that i,b. I'm going to get both inside Of
two weeks.
Charley Rlgby crossed the iquare, his
hands thrust deeply Into his pockets, his
hat pulled over his eyes. He was thinking
about glil,.
Then al Of sudden be remembered the
brown eyes that had watched him during
Johnson's mereless cstechlsm.
M,rrihald. the bookkeeper. ssuntored in
for lunch, ard Rigby welcomed him Joyous
ly. After few desultory remarks be In
aalred about the owner OF the brown eyes.
You remember DArnton, who was kill.
ed In the Somervllle collision last summer
Well, ,he's his daughter, Belle Darnton.
think her mothers folks have money,
but che was too proud 10 ask help, ard
guess all they have 10 her little salary.
That night he walked home with Miss
Bown.eyts The next night he called,
the third night he took her to the theater
but all the while the brown eyes never
met his.
And Sunday night Of the following week
be asked her to marry him. There were
four days Of grace.
You know, won'l bother you very much
he tIplsicel awkws.dly, wishing that the
brown eyes were not looking straight into
his. III lie on the road most Of the time,
and your aunt could stay with you-only
Ia better house-atd really, I'D do my
best to make you happy
The brown eyes we're ihootipg sparks
now.
I'm glad you didn't have the impudence
to tell me you loved me, anyhow. There
Ia that much to your credit, she was say
Ing scornfully. But you couldn't make me
happy. | hate you
sac said more, but RRby, stumbling to
his apartments through the snow, could
not exactly recall 1t.
And all Of sudden he reallz,d that,
Ablve all thing', he did not wish this girl
to hate him. He wanted her to love him,
wanted 1t more than anything else in the
the position.
Three days later Mr.. johnson opened
etter from Rl2by dated in small Pennsyl-
7ania town.
have sed my mind. don't want
he New Yoli i,b until I've earned my
wife.
And all ths. long bitter wia.er Rgby
tayed on the rt ad. He Stunned the thea
re and closed his eyes to the racing news.
But he sold goods and wrote regularly to /,
he senior member Of the firm.
Rigbys got the trade 10 Pennsylvania by :,
he boot straps and pulling on 1t to beat
he band, observed johnson to his partner
ne day--in the presence Of the brown.eyed
II Ia surely trying to make
record.
1t was summer before Rigby put the
uestion again, and fall before the wedding
ay was set Rigby protested, but che
vas firm.
want you to make one more trip, she
aid slyly. want to write you every day
for myself. All our correspondence II
eretofore has been purely matter Of bust :
e.s. He looked at her reproachfully. d
Yes, she added smiling tenderly. could u
cad between the lines Of each letter to Mr.. y
ohnson, I'm doing this for you, dear, for +"
ou But want some letters Of my very
wn. Well make 1t Just a year from the III
ay Mr.. johnson told you to 60 wife hunt "
z. -
Rigby sighed reslgnedly. v
All right, but tell me just one thing,
ellie dear. Why did you watch me so ~
osely the day Johnson asked me II there ~ ~
asn't some girl could marry In hurry II
Becsuse-b -because--and the brown eyes ai
ere covered with sweeping lashes now, !
Is SEQ afraid their might be. II
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