Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1877-11-10

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TAe b8aod-rsd ribboss of the storm
shse.ssning sunset were hatfering In The
west; the huge oSk trees and pines Of the
forrest were marmuring omio0usly, and
the ooe chimney Of the small farmhouse
"a the edge Of the woods sent up its blue
column Of smoke, like q CHEEKY hand
beckouiRg to the way-worn traveller over
the hill. And how bright and cosy the
interior of the kitchen looked, as Dorl
Klein stood upon the threshold, cold,
hungry and inexpressibly weary. A lit
tie girl, blue-eyed and blonde haired,
scarcely yet sixteen, with q shy aspect,
and shrinking mien; she had walked all
the way from the city, seeking vainly for
work at the various places she had passed,
and now at nightfall she was nearly dis
couraged.
"a girla" said Mrs. Myers, obviously,
as Dora Klein proffered her meek request
81 did talk about hiring girl, but I
don't know anything about you"
"Please try me-" faltered Dora. ~ am
so tired, and ! know no one in all this
country, and, indeed, I will do my best to
serve you"
Mrs. Myers turned to her husband,
who sat by the fire, trotting two,year-
old on his foot. "What shall I do,
James2"
''She's total stranger" said Mr..
Myers.
'.But she looks SO weary and worn out, "
said the wife.
"Well, let her come in and stay all
night; bowl of bread and milk and
one nights lodging won't break u.s."
So Dora Klein was admitted into the
farmers small family, and SO neat and
handy was she about the place, so light
and agile in her movements, 80 quick to
learn and steadfast to remember, that
good-natured little Mrs. Myers engaged
her before she was In the house week.
"You women are so impulsive," said
the honest farmer, shaking his head.
suppose she should turn out bad2'
allow can she, Jamesa" said Mrs.
Myers, indignantly. "She has face as
innocent as babys.'
my dear, don't believe in physiog-
nomy.n
"Nor /, altogether, but do believe in
Dora Klein"
And as the days and weeks went by,
Mr.. Myers was obliged to confess to
himself that SO far,at least, his wifes judg-
ment had been correct.
The last November leaves were futter-
ing down one clear, cold afternoon, when
Mrs. Myers stood at the door, ready to
join her husband and baby in the wagon,
20 attend q merry-making at the nearest
village some miles beyond, while Dora
Klein was to remain at home to "keep
house,
''Mind you feed the chickens at five
= O'Clock, Dora, and don't forget the little
calf in the pen; and if you have any extra
time, you can just chop the heart and the
apples for the Saturday mince pies
andn-
"Come wife, come" called out her hus.
band from the wagon.
sand If the house should catch fire, OF
anything" added this prudent little edi.
ton of Martha, troubled with many cares
remember, Dora, that the money is in
IN old stocking under the old board BY
the south window, and the silver In .
jApanned box Bear H."
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bad 10 shs asaghing baby, I'm rs@em-
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