The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-12-04
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fectionately your friend,
MARIA ANN PEARony

fectionately your friend,
MARIA ANN PEABODY.
The tears sparkled in the brides
eyes. For an instant it seemed to her
as if she were merry child again, pick
ing strawberries in the golden rain of
July sunshine, with the scent of wild
roses on the air, and the gurgle of the
little trout stream close by. And as
she lifted the lid of the great basket of
crimson, luscious perfume, a sudden
idea darted into her head.
"Now I will have money of my
own p she cried out" Money that l
will earn myself, and thus be independ-
ent -
Half an hour afterwards, Mrs. Gates
came down stairs, to the infinite maze
ment OF Rachel, the chambermaid, and
| Louisa, the parlor maid, in a brown
gingham dress, white pique sun-bon-
| net, and basket on her arm.
Wont you have the carriage,
ma am ?'' asked the latter, as Mrs. Gates
beckoned to passing omnibus;
lady. And within the city limits she
alighted, and began work in good
earnest.
F." Strawberries who'll buy my wild
strawberries 20 rang out her clear,
shril voice, as she walked along,
lightly balancing the weight on her
arm, and enjoying the impromptu mas
querade as only spirited young woman
can.
Mrs. Fowler bought four quarts for
preserving, at twenty-five cents per
| quart.
g Wild berries has such favor?" said
the old lady, rehectively. HAnd faint
often you get 'em here in the city. L
s'pose you don't come round reg lar,
young woman ?"
''No, l don't, ma'am p
s' Because you might get some good
customers said Mrs. Fowler.
Miss Seninthia Hall, who keeps board
ers, purchased two quarts; Mrs. Cap
tain Carbary took one and then Mill
cent Jumped on the cars and rode
I've got dollar and seventy-fve
cents of my own now, at all events,
said she to herself.
Strawberries Nice, ripe, wild
Strawberries Buy my strawberries!'
Her sweet voice resounded through
the halls of the great marble building
on whose first floor the great bank was
situated.
1t chanced to be a dull interval of
business just then, and the cashier
looked up with yawp.
L say, Dill OduSS, St4I n0 W 11c
youngest clerk, Sc have an idea that
few strawberries wouldn't go badly.
Call in the woman -
Billy, nothing 10th, slipped off his
stool with a pen behind each ear, and
scam pered out into the hall.
So Miily sold another quart.
AS she was giving change for the
cashiers dollar bill the President him
self came in, bustling and brisk as
usual
ssEh? What? How? % barked out
Well, don't care if I take few my
self. Here, young woman, how do you
sell them %
NIilly pushed back her sun bonnet,
and executed a sweeping courtesy.
twenty-five cents a quart, sir, if
you please purred she with much hu-
mility.
The President dropped his paper of
strawberries on the floor.
'' Mrs Gates % he calculated.
The same, sir, said Nilhcent. :"
MAY venture to inquire
go, yes,'' said Milly. 81 needed a
little money, and am earning it. See
how much I have already =" and she
triumphantly displayed her roll of
crumpled stamps 'sThe Strawberries
were all my own, sent to me this morn
ing by old Mr.. Peabody, and I'm sell
ing them to get an income of my own. :"
" You, ma'am, selling strawberries
through the streets q
AIilly made second courtesy.
" Extreme necessities Justify extreme
measures, Mr.. Gates, said she, saucily.
81 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 l have sold the rest of
my Strawberries saucily retorted the
young wife.
FI'H take 'em-at any price |" impa-
tiently exclaimed the banker.
"Cash down? ?''
Yes; anything 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 wen have no more selling straw
berries" said Mr.. Gates, nervously.
"To be sure not" said Milly. ssAll
wanted was little money of my own. :"
And Mr.. Radcliffe Gates respected
his wife all the more because she had
conquered him in fair battle.