The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1874-09-24

Half an hour aftcrward Mrs. Gates
came down stairs, to the infinite amaze.
ment of Rachel, the chambcrmaid, and
Louisa, the parlor-maid, in brown
Bingham dress, a white pique sun-bonnct,
and a basket on her arm.
wont you have the carriage, ma am ~
asked the latter, rs Mrs. Gates bcckoned
to II passing omnibus.
| No, won't" said the bankers lady.
And within the city limits she alichted
and began work in good earnest.
strawberries! who'll buy my wild
strawbcrrles:' rang out her clear, shrill
voice, as she walked along-lightly bal.
ancinS the weight on her arm, and en-
JoylnS the impromptu masquerade rs
only spirited young woman can.
Mrs. Fowler bought four quarts for
preserving at twenty-five cents per quart
| Wild berries has such Il flavor" said
the old lady, retlcctivcly: land faint
often you get 'cm here in the city. l
s'pose you don't come round regular,
young woman"
NO, don't, ma'am."
because you might get some good
| customers said Mrs. Fowler.
Miss Scninthia Hall. who keeps board
crs, purchased two quarts; Mrs. Captain
Carbary took one; and then Millicent
jumped on the cars and rode YEARLY
down town.
1--we got dollar and seventy five cents
OF my own now, at all events" said she
to herself.
Strawberries! Nice, ripe, wild straw
RES. Buy my Strawberries"
Her sweet voice resoundcd through the
halls of the great marble building on
w fIp.f Il
situated.
1t CHANGED to be dull interval of bust
ness just then, and the cashier looked up
with Il yawn.
II say, Bill James," said he to the
youngest clerk, II have an idea that Il
few strawberries wouldn't go badly. Call
in the woman!"
Billy, nothing 10th, slipped oft his stool
with pen behind each ear, and scam
pered out into the hall.
So Milly sold another quart.
AS she was giving change for the cash
ier's dollar bill the President himself
came in, busting and brisk as usual
Eth: What? How" barkcd out Mr.
Radcliffe Gates. Strawberries? Well
l don't care if take Il few myself. Here,
young woman, how do you sell thcm?"
Milly pushed back her sunbonnet and
executed Il sweeping courtesy.
"Iwenty-tivc cents quart, sir, if you
please" purred she with much humility
The President dropped his paper of
Strawberries on the floor
Mrs. Gates" he calculated.
The same, SIR said Millicent.
May Venture to inquire"
"Oh, yes" said Milly. You may in
quirc as much as you please. l needed
a little money, and am earning it. See
how much l have already" and she
triumphantly displayed her roll of
crumpled stamps. "The strawberries
were all my own, sent to me this morn
ing by old Mrs. Peabody, and Ira selling
them to get an income of my own"
lou, ma'am, selling strawberries
through the strccts:"
Milly made Il second courtesy.
Extreme necessities justify extreme
measures. Mr.. Gates" said She, saucilv.
- earned my own living before saw
you. and can again"
Mr.. Radcliffe Gates looked uneasily
around at the crowd of gaping clerks.
"James," said he, "call me hack.
My dear, let me take you home"
Not until have sold the rest of my
Strawberries" saucily retortcd the young
wife.
"Ill take 'em-at any price, impa-
ticntly exclaimed the banker.
Cash down.
Yes: anything, everything-only come
out of this crowd
SO Mr.. and Mrs. Gates went home;
and that evening the banker agreed to
make his wife regular allowance of so
much per week to be paid down every
Monday morning at the breakfast table.
" But we'll have no more selling straw
berries said Mr.. Gates, nervously
"ro be sure not,' said Milly. "All l
wanted was a little money of my own"
And Mr.. Radcliffe Gates respected his
wife all the more because she had con-
quered him in fair battle.