The Potter journal and news item. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1872-1874, 1872-12-20

Here's something for you, cause
you gave ma the pitcher, , said Betty.
Its to be yours for always, and it's
real nice, for ma gave twenty-five cents
for it.
80 vat price!" laughed Karl. and,
watering it well, he placed it among his
own thriving flowers.
Betty, being now equal with her bene-
factor, folded her hands behind her and
began conversation.
DO you sing Shall we gather at the
river"
"Shall We gader at rore2'' His great
scissors had clipped the last word as well
as the cloth.
AT the river" repeated Betty.
Vat river do you mean-de Mort
River or de East River"
Why, river up i'll the sky. It's a
song, you know. We sing it i'll Sabbath
school,
"Ah! $3.50. No, not know dat
"Oh! you must learn it. It'sbedmifid. :"
We'll you deach me, and | sing it. -
80 dear! can't sing a bit good, but
III try" Whereupon Betty started the
hymn in the funniest little pipe of a
voice that ever was heard. Mynherr's
instinct for tune majored the wrong
minors and cheered the melancholy
flats; and presently the air, introduced
/ by Betty in rags and tatters, was clothed
/ by his rich voice as with wedding gar
ment.
9 1t ish a very pretty little ting, )" said
Karl.
4 knew you'd like it," answered
Betty, stopping to listen to something
unusual going on up stairs.
The Misses Jones had been working
all day on the side-pleating of two
black alpaca suits. Their fingers being
cramped and their eyes strained, they
were feeling extremely cr-nO; | think,
in their cases, | can cOnScientiOusly say,
nerrOltS.
q hate the very sight of dress!''
suddenly exclaimed Eliza, the younger
of the two. This sleeves in wrong,
and I've got to rip it out, the hateful
old thing!"
Eliza Jones." said Mary Ann Sc
verely, Its astonishing you dare to go
on so! You ought to be praising the
Lord for dresses to make and hands to
make 'em!"
Il don't care," answered Eliza, Who'll
ly lost to reason and gratitude.
. Ou ought to care! It's the devil
seeking whom he may deYour that makes
you talk so.'
& don't care if it is" repeated the
wicked Eliza, contemplating the tight.
ly-sewed sleeve.
80 my! erhHt sinful heart!" ejacu,
lated Mary Ann. How set up you
We're last Sunday! Verify, Pride goeth
before fall!'"
Poor Eliza, ashamed of her anger,
burst into tears and sat crying for some
time. At last, Mary Ann, forgetting
the keen force of her last remark, burst
forth vehemently:
Don't tack ildeness on to blasphemy.
Liza. Snivelin' wont stitch on pleats
nor pull out hastings nor
Mary AIMS teeth came together like
steel-trap, and, crossing the room,
she gave her sister a vigorous shake,
being so out of temper she could not
speak. Verify. . Pride goeth before a
fall"
At that moment the familiar music
of the hymn was waited to their dis
tracted tempers. They listened, and all
the wrath melted away from them.
Z" wonder if it's that infidel German
down stairs!" said Mary Ann.
. I'm afraid we'll never gather at the
river if we go on at this rate.o whis-
percd Eliza.
Mary Ann WINGED, but she stumbled
on a great truth as she answered:
- | expect, Liza, were just tired out,
stitching and stitching! 1t makes one
feel all Oh end, and grace sort of oozes
out.
Suppose we sing a little too. Seems
to me 'tWOuld rest us, > said Eliza, open
ing a wheeZy melOdeOn. Mary Ann felt
some penance was necessary, and chOked
down her propensity to drive work.
Thus, as the hymn was ended by Karl S
dramatic flourish down stairs, it was
Immediately taken up by the asthmatic
melodeOn on the second floor.
Isn't that funny" exclaimed Betty
rapturously. I'm going up to see who
it's"
The Misses Jones We're somewhat
startled when their Come in'' was an
Swered by a little girl with a bright face,
and hair dressed q Ia Johnny Chinaman.
do sing another. | couldn't help
coming in, it was so nice"
"Why, child, who are you?" asked
Mary Ann.
I'm Betty, and live on the fourth. y
1.-The washerwOman's daughter, you
know" said Eliza to Mary Ann.
"Oh!" said Mary Ann, just a whit
frigid.