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To-day's Short Story. JANE'S YOUNG MAN As I sit writing in my study, I can hear our Jane bumping her way downstairs with a brush and dustpan. She used, in the old days, to sing hymn tones or the British national song for the time being to these instruments, but latterly she has been silent, and even oareful over her work. Time was when I prayed with fervour for such silence, and my wife with siighs for such care, but now they have come we are not so glad as we might have anticipated we should be. Indeed, I would rc joioe secretly, though it may be unmanly weakness to admit it, even to hear Jane sing "Daisy," or by the frac- ture of any plate but one of Mariana's best green ones, to learn that the period of brooding has come to an end. Yet how we longed to hear the lafit. of Jane's young man before we heard the last of him. Jaaa was always very free with her conversation to my wife, and discoursed admirably in the kitchen on a variety of topics—so well, indeed, that I sometimes left my study door open—oar house is a. small one—to partake of it. But after William came it was always William, nothing but William; William this. and WiHiatm that; and when we thought William was worked out and exhausted altogether, then William, all over again. The engaigement lasted altogether three years; yet how she got introduced to William, and 80 bec.a.me thus saturated with him, was alwaffe a secret. As Mariana had a reprehensible way of letting her servamts talk to her, she soon beard of him. He is suoh a. respectable young man, ma'aan," said Ja.ne, "yon don't know." Ignoring the slur oast on her acquaintance, my wife inquired further about this William. "He is second porter vAt., Mo;ynwd's, the draper's," said Jane, "and gets eighteen shillings-noaxly a pound-a week, m'm, and when the head porter leaves he will be head porter. His relatives are quite superior people, m'm. Not labouring people at all. His father was a green groeher, m'm, and had a chumour, and he was bankrup' twice. And one of his sisters is in a Home for the Dying. It will be a very good match for me, m'm," said Jane, "me being an' orphan girl." Then you are engaged to nam? asked my wife. "Not engaged, ma'am, but he ia saving money to buy a ring-hammyfist." "Well, Jane, when you are properly engaged to him yon may ask him round here on Sunday afternoons, and have tea with you in the kitchen." For my Mariana has a motherly conception of her duty towards her maid-servants. And presently the amethystine ring was being worn about the house, even with ostentation, and Jane developed a new way of bringing in the joint, 80 that this gage was evident. The treasure of Jane's heart appeared to me to be what respecta-ble people call a very deserving young man. William, ma'am," said Jane one day, suddenly, with ill- concealed oomplaoency, as she oounted out the beer-battles, "Williaan, ma'acm, is a tee- totaler. Yes. meam, and he doesn't smoke. Smoking-, ma'am,' said Jane, who reads the heart, do make such a dust atboot. Besides, the waste of money. However, I suppose it's necessary to some." Possibly it dawned on Jame that she was reflecting a little severely upon Mariana's comparative ill-fortune, and she added kindly, I'm sure the master is a bangel when his pipe'3 alight, oompared to other times." He goes to ohiapel," eaid Jane. "His papa, ma'am His what Jane?" His papa, m'm, was High Church, but Mr. Maynard is a Plymonth Brother, and William thinks it policy, me:am, to go there, too. Mr. Maynard comes and talks to Mm quite friendly w'en they ain't busy about using up all the ends of string and about his soul, ma'am. He takes a. lot of notice, do Mr. May- nard, of William amd the way he awyes the string, and his soul, ma'am. Presently we heard that the head porter at Maynard a had left, and William was head porter at 23s. a week. He's really kind of over the man who drives the -vam," said Jane, and him married with three children." One Sunday afternoon about that time I was sitting at my writing: desk—possibly I was Teaditig a. good book-when something went by the window. I heard a startled exclama- tion behind me, and saw Mariana with her hands clasped together and her eyes dilated. George," she said in an awestruok whimper. did you see?" Then we both spoke to one another at the same time, slowly and solemnly: A silk h&t! Yellow gloves! A new umbre" The young couple passed the window again on their way to their customary walk. They were arm in arm. Jane looked exquisitely proud and happy and uncomfortable, with new white cotton gloves, and William, in the silk hat, singularly genteel. That was the cuhnxnartion of Jane's happi- ness. When she returned, Mr. Maynard has been talking to William, ma'am," she said, and he is to serve customers, ma'am, just like the young shop gentlemen, during the next sale. And if he gets on he is to be made an assistant, ma'am, at the first opportunity. He has got to be as gentlemanly as he can, ms.'a.m, and if he ain't, ma'am, he says iit, won't be for the wtaaH of trying. Mr. May- nard has took a great fancy to him." He is getting on Jane," said my wife. "Yes, ma'am," said Jane, thoughtsully, he is getting on." And she sighed. That next Sunday as I drauk my tea, I interrogated my wife, How is this Sranday- different from all other Sundays, little woma..n? What has happened? I clearly perceive a change in my environment, and I cannot for the life of me say what it is." Then my wife answered in her most tragio voice, George," she said, that William has not come near the place to-day! And Jane is crying her heart out upstairs." Then followed a period of silence. Jane, as I have said, stopped smging about the house, and bega.n to care for onr little possessions, whioh struck my wife as being a very bad sign, indeed. The next Sunday a.nd the next Jane asked to go out "to walk with William," and my wife, who never attempts to extort confidences, gav her permission and asked no questions. On each occasion Jane came back looking flushed amd very determined. At last one day she became William is being led away," she remarked, abruptly, with a catching breath, apropos of tablecloths. "Led a,way?" repeated my wife in puzzled wonderment. Yes, m'm, she is a milliner, and oan pl&y OIl the piano." I thought," said my wife, that you were out with him on Sunday?" "Not out with him, m'm: after him. I wa-lked along by the side of them, and told her he was engaged to me." "Dear me, Jane, did yen? What did they do?" Took no more notice of me than if I was iirt. So I told her she should suffer for it." It could not have been a very agreeable walk, Jane ?" Not for no parties, ma'am." I wish," said Jane, I could play the piano, ma'am. But anyhow I don't mean to let her get away from me. She's older than him. and her hair ain't gold to the roots, ma'am." It was on the August Bank Holiday the crisis came. We do not ctea-rly know the details of the fray, but only such fragments as poor Jane let fall. She dusty, excited, and her heart hot within her. The milliner's mother, the milliner, and William made a party to the Art Museum at South Kensington, I think. Anyhow, Jaine had calmly, but firmly, accosted thetm somewhere in the streets, and asserted her right to what, in spite of the concensus of opinion, she held to be her inalienable property. She did, I think, go so far as to lay bands on him. They dealt with her in a crushingly superior way. They "cajied a oa.b." There was a scene, William being pulled a way into the four-wheeler by his future wife and mother- in-law from the reluctant hands of out discarded J ane. There were threats of giving her in change." Thereafter our house rested from William. But there was something in tie manner of Jane's scrubbing the front doorstep or sweeping out the rooms, a. certain vicionaness that persuaded me that the story was not yet ended. Please, m'm, may I go and see a weddimg to-morrow?" said Jane one day. My wife knew by instinct whose wedding. Do you think it wise, Jane?" she Said. I would like to see the last of him," Jane said. "My dear," said my wife fluttering into my room about twenty minutes after Jane had started, she has been to the boot-hole and taken all the left-off boots and gone to the wedding with them in a bag. Surely, she cannot mean Jane," I »aM, is developing character. Let us hope for the best." Jane came back with a pale, hard face. All the boobs seemed to be still in her bag, at which my wife heaved apremalture gigh of relief. We heard her go upstairs and replace the boots with considerbale emphasis. Quite a. crowd at the wedding, ma'am," she said presently, in a purely conversational style, sitting in our little kitchen and scrnbb- illg potatoes; and such a lovely day for tbem." She prooeeded to numerous other details, clearly avoiding some cardinal incident. When they came out of church there was rioe throwing and her two little gistero dToppmg dead flowers. And someone threw a slipper and then I tbreiw a. boot-" "Threw a boot, Ja.no?" Yes, ma'am. Aimed at her. Bat it hit him. Yes, ma'am, hard Gev him a black eye I should think. I only threw th" one. I hadn't the heart to try it again- AA thar little bays cheered when ft bft htm.- eaid Jaaie^witk-savesCccifit.

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