The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1878-09-12

patiently. I should die with vexa
tion and 'ennui' il did not hope fo
something better
"Hush I said Ruth, "there is Mrs
Wickes, the forewoman calling u.s.
"EIow hate the old vixenl' Ra
chel calculated, slowly following
Ruth into the store
"Iseally, Miss Rachel Durr, yor
must be . little more punotual sale
Mrs. Wickee, pursing up her mouth
primly. You are full Ave minutel
behind time, and it was Just 30 yes.
terday.'
Rachel pouted, and went to worl
labelling box Of nswly.arrived rib
bons. She aud Mrs. Wickes hat
never agreed very harmoniously. mol
did she af,liate with the shop girls
"a stuck up, impertinent thing,
they called her while she. from The
serene heights Of possibility o.
her one day becoming Mrs. Harry
Meredith, treated them with disdain
which was anything in the world bu,
agreeable.
In vain we're Ruth's remonstan-
ces. Rachael had always been will
ful and inclined to suporciliousn ess
nor would she listen to her cousin 4
mildly proffered advice now.
ats all very well for you, Ruth,
you've got to spend all your days,
but, she said curling her pretty lips,
"but l shall soon bo lifted out OF
this groveling atmosphere
1T is by no means o certainty
"Yes, it is,' laughingly answered,
Rachel, blushing like q damask roso.
And Ruth would sigh softly, and
think how brightly the future was
unrolling its vast map before her
pretty little cousin.
Rachel Durr waited rather Ian.
guidly upon one or two customers
that morning. Evidently her heart
was not in her work, and Mrs.
Wickes, from her lurking place be-
hind the cash box, cast several on.
venemed glances toward her pre-
monitory Of q coming storm,
Presently new customer hobbled
in bent and crooked, and made his
way directly to the counter where
Rachel aud Ruth were standing. A
hugo cotton umbrella protruded in
q war like manner from beneath his
arm, aud monded cotton gloves COW
cred his hands, while rusty red wig
was half hidden by his bent and bats
tered hat.
"My goodness ! Ruth, what fig
ure I! calculated Rachel, in q very
voice. "What can that old
bundle Of secondhand clothes want
here I
"Hush r said Ruth, almost stern
ly, he will hear you
"And what if he docs What do I
care
HE is old and in6rm, Rachel. aud
bis age should render him sacred in
your eyes
Rachel tossed her head sneering-
y.
Ruth you ore too absurd for
I won't wait on him.
But tho old man steered resolute-
Iy for Rachel herself:
II want to buy some gloves,
Miss he said, in feeble, oroaking
voice.
you'd better 20 somewhere else,
'aid the young lady, superciliously.
our store dosn't keep cheap goods.
"Please let me see the articles.
Rachel tossed box down on the
'ounter the old man bent his specta-
lied eyes down to survey tho goods.
"How much are these =
"a dollar pair.
"But I am . poor man, Miss )
ave you nothing cheaper z
mo! snapped Rachel, 4 told
'ou TO 60 elsewhere. I've no patti
moe with paupers.'
II beg your pardon, Miss, said the |
Id man n am not . pauper.
"Well,' observed the girl, scorn-
ully, you look like one I
Appearances are often deceitful.
Did you tell me you had cheaper
,loves = -
81 didn't tell You any such thingl |
Rachel Rachell demonstrated
ler cousin. Let me show you what
'ou want, sir, ,'she said softly, turn
pg to the old customer. ave have
ONE very nice gloves at seventy.five
''Sev(hty-fve cents is q great deal
I money to pay for pair Of gloves.
aid the old man looking sorrowfully
own on the mended fingers Of those
10 ToGo, "but the weather is getting
roe)s and I am not as young q. j
= should think that was quite
vl4ent, said Rachel, with . heartless
ittef.
RGkh bent toward the old man,
ing in low sweet voice.
Take the warm worsted gloves,
: The price 10 seventy Eve oenta.
|nt you shall have them for fifty. II
|yself will make up the difference
5 the store. You are an old gentle
6on, and I am young and able TO
|prk.
HRut ! am nothing TO you, Misa'
1h folded the gloves neatly In .
q q paper, and banded them 70