Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1878-11-30

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| Mrs. Wilson certainly believed in
making her relatives useful, carrying
out that belief to the fullest extent,
whenever it is practicable, as some Of
them knew to their cost. Even her
love for her daughters partook Of the
selfish nature, her chief anxiety being
to get them "off her hands, and in a
manner that would be as advantage
Gus and reflect as much credit on her
self as possible
But they we're gone at last, and
Josie was at liberty to make her own
simple preparation, which did not
take her long to complete.
The father and daughter had a nice
quiet tea together. Josie was going
on the morrow, and as, sitting opposite
him, pouring out his tea, she saw the
hard lines soften in his careworn
face, her heart reproached her for
leaving him.
"I've half a mind not to 90, papa;
it seems too hard to leave you here
all by yourself"
But Mr.. Wilson would not hear to
this.
II insist on your going; you have
been working hard, and need some
change. Ny life would be much the
same, any way
"You may expect me in three weeks
papa," smiled Josie, from the car
window, the next morning, you'll
want your little housekeeper by that
time, l know"
And Mr.. Wilson went back to the
corroding anxieties which had made
him an old man before his time,
thanking God for this bit of sunshine,
and which left its glow on the hearth
long after it had vanished.
There were only few passengers
for Baybridge, small country town
in the interior of State, though there
were the usual loungers upon the
platform Of tie station, as Josie step
ped out. But they soon scattered,
leaving her to stare blankly around
for the conveyance that she supposed
would be waiting for her.
She walked clear around the sta
ton, looking in every direction, lut
not vehicle was in sight, except a
rough box wagon, with a board across
it, drawn by a pair of apirited black
horses, who stamped tieir feet and
tossed their heads as if impatient to
be off.
A man stood beside the restiYe
creatures, who yet seemed to be IN
der perfect control.
"There, Jenny! Be easy, Kate y
he said, patting the satin-smooth skin
and speaking very mach as mother
would to child.
The baggage-master was standing
near pile of trunks and parcels.
"Is this your trunk, Miss p he said
as Josie approached him.
eyes. l was expecting friends 10
meet me, but they are not here. There
must be some mistake
II know most of the people around
here. What might their name be p
"Crofton'
"Why bless me, you've got off at
the wrong station. They live at
North Baybridge, five miles beyond. "
"When does the next train leave p
Tomorrow morning
Josiee looked the dismay chat she
certainly felt at this announcement.
cts too bad, l DECLARE" said the
goodnatured official, plying Josie S
evident distress.
Then, as his eye fell upon the owner
of team, who was looking toward
them, he added:
eff this is not a streak Of good
luck Here's John Manning, their
next door neighbor, He can take you
along just as well as not.
John, here's young woman that's s
got off at the wrong station. She wants
to 60 to Crofton's. [ tell her that she
can ride with you"
The young man removed his straw
hat, revealing a forehead broad and
full, and whose whiteneas contrasted
strongly with the beautiful brown Of
the cheeks below.
"I shall be very happy, if the
young lady has no objection to riding
with farmer, and in farmers wa
gon?"
The admiration so clearly Visible in