Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1868-10-22
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JESSIE,S DOLLAR.

"There's something to buy sugar-plums
WITH" Uncle Mark said, with goodbye te
his little niece, Jessie.
She kissed him and gave him good hard
hug, by way of showing her gratitude
After be had gone, she opened her hand
and smoothed out the rumpled note. II
was dollar.
Jessie Marsh was used to having consid
erable spending money. Uncles, aunts and
cousins kept her pretty well supplied. She
was one of those bright, merry girls who
are always smiling and happy, and a great
favorite with everybody-ready to do TO-
vor, hold skein of yarn for grandmother,
look up her papa's slippers, and run up
stairs or downstairs for misplaced or for
gotten article. Perhaps this was the reason
why she received so many gifts of one kind
and another; for even visitors at the house
always went away with pleasant remem-
brance of cheerful, obliging Jessie. -
Mr.. Marsh was in very comfortable cir
cumstsnces, and extremely indulgent to his
little daughter. She was the only girl, and
there were four boys in the family. If
Jessie expressed wish for book or toy,
he always brought it home to her. am
sorry to say that Jessie was rather careless
and extravagant. To be sure she made
glad many a childs heart by gifts of her
playthings when she was done with them,
but she tired of them very soon and wanted
new ones. Pennies, quarters, and even
half dollars, often went for some trife that
presently lost interest for her. Mrs. Marsh
tried to check this fault in her daug ghter,
but her father generally came the rescue.
s'Let her take her own pleasure with the
money!" he would say. II dislike to see
children mean and parsimonious "
But Mrs. Marsh took every occasion to
direct Jessie, although her advice was not
always followed.
Jessie was still holding the dollar in her
hand, as the mother re-entered the room.
'sSee what Uncle Mark gave me-to buy
sugar-plums with, he said" and radiant
smile illumined Jessie's face.
"And only yesterday you were wishing
for dollar" her mother replied.
The smile faded Titled at that. Jessie
had been listening to poor woman s story
the day before. Mrs. Marsh had given her
some sewing, as she was very anxious to
earn money enough to pay her rent. Count
ing up what she was likely to get from one
and another, left her still dollar or two
short. Ordinarily, Mrs. Marsh would have
overpaid her, but now she had a mind to
put Jessie's generosity to the test. The
little girl had been quite thoughtful for
some time after Mrs. Adams departure,
and at last had said:
"Oh, mamma! 1 wish had dollar:
would give it to Mrs. Adams. How hard
it must be to earn money enough to take
care of herself and those. three little chill
dren!'
eyes" her mother answered gravely.-
ave ought to be thankful that God has
placed US above want
Jessie went to her bank. 1t never had a
very large surplus on hand. Twenty cents,
that was not near dollar So she gave a
little sigh.
This was what her mothers words re-
called. She looked rather sober over it for
several moments.
"a dollar is good deal for little girl
to give away" she said slowly, as the re-
suit of her thoughts.
'sIt did not seem so yesterday. 1t is
often easy to be charitable with that which
we do not possess
Zone can't give when one hasn't any
thing" and the absurdity made her smile
q little.
s'And it is unfortunate not to have the
heart and the money at the same time"
Jessie did not reply. 1t was nearly school
time; so she hunted up her hood, her squir-
rel tippet and muf, and her good warm
cloak. She had never suffered from any
cold or neglect, and there was q sudden
rush of gratitude in her heart, for it was a
sweet, true and tender heart.
"Good. by, mamma" and she came to kiss
her. Then she strapped her books togeth'
er, hung them on her arm, and ran down
the path.
Should she give Mrs. Adams her dollar ?
There were so many things that she wanted.
She just halted at Warmers store window.
There was box of paints that were only a
dollar-she had made two or three ineffec-
tual attempts to save up her money and
get them. And there was crying baby,
with the loveliest blue eyes. Her dolly
was past the crying stage-she would just
60 in and price this one-it was such fun to
have the squeaking little thing! "Seven.
ty-fve cents" 1t was beauty. And
there was lovely toy, in the shape of a
pretty carved egg-cup, with an egg in it..
When you touched spring in the bottom
of it, the upper half of the egg flew off, and
the prettiest little fairy made you bow.
That was dollar. And drawing slate,
with such charming variety of landscapes,
castles, birds, flowers, and nearly every
thing. Oh! what beautiful things one
could buy with dollar!
"Will you take this baby?" and the
shopkeeper made it cry like real live ba-
by, and all the while there was such ro-
guish look in its eyes.
"Not just now," Jessie said, family, and
turned away.
"Oh! you like this cup BETTER" and then
the woman made the fairy spring up so
suddenly that Jessie jumped too. How
she cOuld startle the bows with If