The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-10-18
SeIertea Storp.
PROSY'S STORY.


I suppose my rightful name ought
to be Priscilla, but father, picking it
up somewhere by sound, spelled it
Procilla. First it was called Pro,
finally it got to be Prosy, so 1 have
named my story Prosy's Story, fell
ing it viii turn out very prosy in
deed, as 1 am not very good hand
at writing, or talking either. Abner
often says-"It's very certain your
tongue never got you a husband, lit
tie grille" That's when we've been
in company together. 1 can talk
fast enough alone with him.
find 1 am beginning at the wrong
end of my story, and let out that I've
got husband; but as it isn't alto
gether my individual story, I may as
well have it stand so.
1 shall never forget how lost vas
when, just before my eighteenth
birthday, Mrs. Dayton told me they
were to break up housekeeping in
Ia month, and at the end of that
time was free to 60 where I pleas
ed. Being an orphan and friendless,
with the exception of Abner, it did
not please me to 60 anywhere but
with the family under whose roof
nine years of my life had been pass
ed. However, as that could not be,
l took little lodging room and be-
gan to look about me. Abner had
left the Daytons some time before
and was on gentleman's place out
of the city. l thought i'll could on
| ly get there, too, and see his hand
some face every day, I should be
happy, even with my home az bro
ken up. 1 saw him once or twice,
and when 1 told him this he said in
his CHEEKY way there was no chance;
but, "keep a good heart, little grille,
some day you shall have a home, and
all your own, too, or my names not
Abner Old"
Then, for fear l should frighten
him away with my disheartenment,
1 frightened up some, and called
him old Abner, asking did he think
such a young thing as I would mar
ry an old man. Then he pretended
to get mad, and called me a little,
Fostering Prose. l say 1 saw him
once or twice, and each time we said
pretty much the same things, and
each time l was both glad and sorry
to see him.
One dav / shall never forget.
When 1 got up that morning, 1 look
ed up at the blue bridge of sky be-
tween the chimneys, and said to my
little brothers." -"Boys, the sky never
looked so blue before; now do
YOU think it did?" And when op-
ened the door and stepped into the
street in search of my morsel OF
breakfast, 1 said Of the sunshine
I"Boys, this looks like living gold,
doesn't it''
Then the herb-WOmen at the cor
ner smiled at me, a thing she had
never done before, and gave me a
sprig of dried thyme, and 1 made il
Iup with the boys we should call it a
fairy gift, and see what luck it would
bring US.
I want you to know my little
brothers were only make-believes
II was so alone in the world-that is
before Abner came-with no rela-
ltives of any sort, that 1 found com
fort in this pretence of brothers
And although tie years went on, and
1 grew bigger, my brothers never
did. Always big enough to under
stand me in all my moods, they were
vet little steps ofboys, and it seem
ed right they should keep SO. Had
jthey grown, you know, shouldn't
have been able to keep them with
Inc. 1 chose brothers, you see, be-
cause the Daytons were sisters, and
didn't agree very well, and it came
to me that if mine were sisters, per
Ihaps we shouldn't, either.
1 couldn't begin to tell the COM