"Yes. That is Lawford's present salary. Wages, I think they call it
at the factory. He gets it in cash--in a pay envelope."
"Mercy, Louise! You are not in earnest?"
"Certainly. My young man is going to earn our living. If he marries
me his father will cut him off with the proverbial shilling. I. Tapp
has other matrimonial plans for Lawford."
"What?" gasped the horrified Mrs. Conroth. "He does not approve of
you?"
"Too true, auntie. I have driven poor Lawford to work in a candy
factory."
"That--that upstart!" exploded the lady. But she did not refer to
Lawford.
It was evident that Aunt Euphemia saw nothing but the threat of storm
clouds for her niece in the offing. Trouble, deep and black, seemed,
to her mind to be hovering upon the horizon of the future,
As it chanced, the weather about this time seemed to reflect Aunt
Euphemia's mood. The summer had passed with but few brief tempests.
Seldom had Louise seen any phase of the sea in its wrath.
September, however, is an uncertain month at best.
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