The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1874-12-03

| lid of the great basket of crimson, lus-
cious fruit, and inhaled the delicious
perfume, a sudden idea darted into her
head.
Now l will have money of my own y
| she cried out-"M Money that ] will earn
myself, and thus be independent
Half an hour afterwards Mrs. Gates
came down stairs, to the infinite amaze
ment of Rachel, the chamber-maid, and
Louisa, the parlor maid, in a brown
gingham dress, white pique sunbonnet,
and basket on her arm.
won't you have the carriage, ma am p
asked the latter, as Mrs. Gates beckoned
| to passing omnibus.
mo, | won't !" said the bankers lady.
And within the city limits she alight-
! ed, and began work in good earnest.
Straw berries Who'll buy my wild
strawberries ?" rang out her clear, shrill
voice, as she walked along, lightly bal
ancing the weight on her arm, and en-
joying the impromptu masquerade as on
| ly q spirited young woman can.
Mrs. Prowler bought four quarts for
preserving, at twenty-five cents per
quart.
wild berries has such favor said
the old lady, reiectively "And faint
often you get 'em here in the city.
'spose you don't come around reg'lar,
young woman 2
mo, I don't, maam
Because you might get some good Gus
TONER'S" said Mrs. Prowler.
Miss Senintha Hail. who keeps board
ers purchased two quarts Mrs. Captain
Carbary took one: and then Millicent
| Jumped on the cars and rode wearily
down town.
1--WE got dollar and seven ty-ive cents
now, at all events, said she to herself.
Strawberries Nice, ripe, wild straw
berries Buy my strawberries
Her sweet voice resounded through
the halls of the great marble building on
whose first floor the great bank was stu
ated.
1t CHANGED to be dull interval of
business just then, and the cashier look
ed up with yawn.
81 say, Bill James, said he to the
youngest clerk, 81 have an idea that
few strawberries wouldn't go badly.
Call in the woman"
Billy, nothing 10th, slipped off his
stool, with pen behind each ear, and
scampered out into the hall.
So Milly sold another quart.
AS she was giving change for the cash
iers dollar bill, the president himself
came in, bustling and brisk as usual
"Eh What How? barked out Mr..
| don't care if | take few myself
Here, young woman, how do you sell
them 2?
Milly pushed back her sun bonnet, and
executed a sweeping courtesy.
TWENTY-FIVE cents quart, sir if you
please" purred she, with much humility
The president dropped his paper of
strawberries on the floor.
Mrs. Gates p he calculated
"The same, sir" said Millicent.
MAY l venture to inquire"
80, yes" said Milly, you may inquire
as much as you please. L needed little
much l have already p and she triumph
antly displayed her roll of crumpled
stamps "The strawberries were all my
own, sent to me this morning by old Mrs.
Peabody, and I'm selling them to get an
income of my own
you, mann, selling strawberries
through the streets
Milly made a second courtesy.
Extreme necessities justify extreme
measures, Mr.. Gates said She saucily,.
~ earned my living before l. saw you,
and l 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"
mot until 1 have sold the rest of my
strawberries" saucily retorted the wife
"Ill take EN- at any price!' inpatient
ly exclaimed the banker.
Cash down p
"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 a 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.
ITO be sure not" said Milly "All I
wanted was little money of my own"
And Mr.. Radcliffe Gates respected his
wife all the more because she had con-
quered him in fair battle.