The daily gazette., 1875-02-20
Ara Aramin1a is going to the city to-mor-
row. We hope You will like them.
Afectionately your friend,
MARIA ANN PEABODY.

row. we hope you will like them
AHectionately your friend,
s-. MARIA ANN PEABODY.
The tears sparkled in the brides
eyes. For an instant it, seemed to her
W II she were merry child again
picking strawberries in the golden rain
OF July sunshine, with; the! scent OF
WHO roses in the air and ,thelgurgle of
tne iittie trout stream close ,by, And
as she lifted the lid of the great basket
OF crimson luscious fruit and inhaled
Ine oencions perfum, a sudden idea
started into her head.
NOW I will have. money of INV
own = she cried out.-"money that
VIII earn myself and thus be indenen.
dent r'' '''.i '"o'po"
Haif an hour afterward Mrs. Gate.
came down stairs, to the infinite
amazement of Rachael, the cham.
bermaid, and Louisa, the parlor.maid
IN brown gingham dress. a white
pique sun-bonnet and with a basket on
her arm,
"Won'tyOu have the carriage asksd
the latter, as Mrs. Gates beekoned to an
omnibus.
mo, won't i" said the bankers
lady.
And within the city limits shs
alighted and began her work in good
earnest. .-.ln rIl
: Strawberries who will buy
my wild strawberries ~ rang out
her clear, shrill voice, as she walked
ialong-lightly balancing the weight on
her arm, and enjoying the impromptu
masquerade as only spirited young
woman can.
Mrs. Prowler bought four quarts
for preserving at twenty five cents per
quart,
Wild berries have such 1avor.'
said the old1ady, refiectively and it
amt often you get em in the city. I
s'pese you don't come around regular.
young woman 90 - i--af' I.
I mo l don't, ma'am. tL--.s..at
J" Because you might get d good
many customers, y said Mrs, Prov
Miss Seninthia Hall, who keeps
soarders, purchased two quarts Mrs
Captain Carbarya took one and then
Millicent jumped ON the cars and road
down town.
I've got a dollar and ssventy-nye
cents OF my own now, )" said she to her
self.
Strawberries Nice, ripe, wild
strawberries who'll buy my straw
berries - - s--.-
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 dull interval of
business Just then, and the cashier
looked up with yawn.l l-I'J 49,
* "lsay, ABill James," said he to the
youngest clerk, "a few Strawberries
wouldn't GO badly. CAN in the wo-
man - 81
Billy. aothing 10th, slipped off his
| stool with apen behind each. ear. and
scampered 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, bustling and brisk as usual
| Eth What? How? barked out Mr..
Radcliffe Gates. "Straw berries Well.
don't care il i take a few myself Here,
young woman, how do you sell them 2''
| Milly pushed back her sunbonnet and
eIecnted 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 |" he calculated.
The same, sir" said Millicent.
May l venture to inquire
'Oh, yes" said Milly. "You may in.
quire as much as you please. l needed
q little money, and l am earning it. See
how much have already" and she tri-
umphantly displayed her roll OF crum-
rlad atanpc HDha- atrn harriae uara
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, a'am; you selling straw berries
through the streets ?" ~. 9'7 q. T ,2oill'
Milly made second courtesy. 9ss4
Extreme necessities justify extreme
measures, Mr.. Gates" she said, saucily.
81 earned my own living before saw
you, and l can again 5fg Va.
Mr.. Radcliffe Gates looked uneasily
around him at the crowd of gaping
clerks. .qf..1 5.r. -.4.
James," said he, ''call a hack My
dear, let me take you home"
Not until / haveasold the rest of my
strawberries" very saucily retorted the
young wife. r.. I-r.-. i. a..
"pll take i,,em--at any price!' impati-
emily exclaimed the banker. -.
Cash down?" -s..f
out of this, crowd, af9l -.,.. ....'
So Mr.. and Mrs. Gates went home, and
that evening the banker agreed to make
his wife q regular ellowarce Of so much
per week, to be paid down every Monday
morning at the breakfast table.
But we are not to have any more
selling Strawberries" said Mr. Gates.
neryously. 1q .a..el
'To be sure not, . replied Milly. "Au
that ! wanted was little money of my
town. .ate l.e7y .l.4 t.#I
And Mr.. Radcliffe Gates respected his
wife all the more because she had CON
quered him in q fair battle. fsl