The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1874-11-06

dear? ?" retorte6 her spouse. with an ag-
gravating smile playing around the
corners Of his mouth. lyon have
nothing of your own-absolutely moth
ing. The money is all mine, and l
mean 70 keep it,"
Milly sat down again, twisting her
pocket handkerchief around and around.
She was not prepared with an impudent
answer.
And now, Mrs. Gates" said the
banker, after q moment OF two of over
whelming silence, eff you'll be good
enough to sew a button on my glove, I'll
go down town. l have already wasted
too much time"
So the verbal passage-at-arms ended,
and Milly felt that, so far, she was
worsted.
She watched Nj. Gates drive of in
al elegant open barouche, drawn by
two long-tailed chestnut horses, all
a-glitter with plated harness, and turned
away, almost wishing that she was
Millicent Haughton once again, be-
hind her desk in the little red school
house.
She looked around at the inlaid fur
niture, AUbUsson carpets and satin
window Graperies, and thought, with a
passionate pang, how little al this
avaiIed her.
1t is SO provoking OF Radcliffe y she
murmured. I've half a mind to go
ont to service, or dressmaking, or some
thing-for I must have money of my
own, and L wiil!'
Just then a servant knocked at the
door with q basket and a note.
AN old lady il a Shaker bonnet and
a one-ho-se wagon left it," said the
girl with q scarcely disguised litter.
"She wouldn't come in, although I in
vited her
Mrs. Gates opened the note. II ran
IN a stEf, old-fashioned caligraphy, as if
the pen were an unvonted impIementin
the writer's hand.
DEAE ILLT: The strawberries in
the south med3cr lot are Just ripe.
where you used 10 pick EN- when ron
were a little cel So Penelope picked 4
lot and We make bold TO send them TO
you, Tor the sake OF old times, and unit
ArEinta IS gong to the city to-ror-
row. We hope you viii like them. AZ
~fectionateiy your friend,
MARIA AM PEABODY.
The tears sparkled IN the brides
eyes. For an instant 1t seemed to her
as if she were a merry child again, pick
ing strawberries in the golden ram OF
July sunshine. with the scent of wild
roses or 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 l viii have money of ny
own :" she cried out" Money that |
VIII earn myself, and thus be independ-
ent :"
Half an hour afterwards, Mrs. Gates
cane down stairs, to the initiate maze
ment Of Rachel, the cnambernaid, and
Louisa, the parlor maid, in a brown
gingham dress, a white pique sun-bon-
net. and Il basket on her arm.
Wont you have the carriage,
na'am?" asked the latter, as Mrs. Gates
beckoned to q passing omnibus.
"No, I won't :" said the bankers
lady. And within the city limits she
alighted, and began work In good
earnest.
Strawberries who'll buy my wild
strawberries ~ rang out her clear,
shrill voice, as she walked along,
lightly balancing the weight on her
arm, and enjoying the impromptu mas
querade IS only Il spirited young woman
can.
Mrs. Fowler bought four quarts for
preserving, at twenty-five cents per
quart.
Wild berries has such a favor?" said
the old lady, refectively. And faint
often you get EN- here in the city. l
s'pose you don't come round regular,
young woman?'
"No, l don't, ma'aml"
because yor might get some good
customers" said Mrs. Fowler.
Miss Seninthia Hall, who keeps board
ers, purchased two quarts Mrs. Cap