New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1880-12-01

where the soldiers were going through
their morning drill, saw no way ''out oh
trubbles." George, her beautiful brave,
George, was dead her father dead, too,
perhaps-at any rate far from them
Caro- growing daily weaker; winter NOT
far distant, and her poor little purse
thought of all. In the crowded city she
knew not one soul, and the careless,
happy years of the past had not fitted
her to battle with selfish world. Blu,
she was brave girl, and she knew that
something must be done. So she put
away all other thoughts and looked the
dreaded question fully in the face
Presently her eye fell upon an old WON.
an going about among the soldiers, now
dismissed from drill, with o large basket
of cakes upon her arm. At first she
smiled to see how eagerly they crowded
about her, and how quickly her basket
was emptied. Suddenly she jumped up
from her low seat and ran down to the
kitchen with a brighter face than she
had worn for many a day. She held q
long consultation with Aunt Juno.
ode Lord Dress yo' sweet face, chile
oh co'se rs be gwine to help yo', an Miss
Caro- need nebber know muffin bout it.
An dars whole bar'l OBJ apples in de
cellar, red an shinin' from ole Marse
Joe's, down in Prince Georges; dey'll
| sell fust-rate."
So every morning We've rolled up her
slceves-the pretty arms were still round
and white tied on a great checked
apron, tucked her sunny locks snugly
away beneath snowy kerchief, and
made cookies! Long ago she had beg
ged Maum Nina to teach her, "just for
fun," and the dainty handicraft which
she had not forgotten did her good serv-
ice now. For the crisp, delicious waters
speedily became the popular delicacy OF
the camp. Just opposite the house was
an especially large tree, casting a thick
shade, and there, every morning, Juno
carried her little table and chair, and
baskets of apples and cakes. BY noon
her stock was exhausted, and she van
| ished to be seen no more that day. 1t
proved to be profitable business, and
We've saw with delight that she was
earning enough of the funny new
"scrip" to pay for many of their daily
expenses. She kept her accounts very
exactly, and always laid by sum for
Juno, in spite of the warm-hearted old
wOman's circumstances.
"Juno dom want yo' money, Miss
We've, honey. You'se q heap of comfort
wifi yo' pretty face an CHEEKY words
keep yo' money, chile; yell need it all
bime-by."
But the little pile still grew. The girls
from school near by had been added
to their regular customers, and We've
was kept very busy mornings. Her aft
ernoons were always devoted to Caro-.
Now that tho burden of immediate need
was eased a little, We've grew much
brighter than she had been. She was
humming an old song one day, as she
sat by Carols side hemming a towel.
"One would think, We've, to see and
hear you, that you had everything heart
could wish,' she said, iretfully.
The girl looked up with white cheeks
and indignant eyes. How could Caro-
say such cruel thingsp She had closed
her eyes, and as We've saw how thin
and worn she was, and remembered
how sunny tempered she always used
to be, her little blaze of temper died
away, her eyes filled with hot tears, and
she stole softly from the room. She
seldom cried, for it was 50 hard to con.
ceal the traces of her weeping from
Caro-; but this time the pent-up floods
broke from all control, and the pool
child brought back pale face and ach
ing head from her solitary vigil.
One morning, as she was cutting ou
her last painful of cookies, Aunt juno
hobbled in upon her cane, with many
grunts and groans.
"Why, auntie," said We've, hasten
ing TO bring her chair, "what is tn,
matter?"
Rumatiz, chile, rumatiz; de nor
wind blew on me Jas night, an Isl
full oh misery dis mornin', Dress d.
Lord!'
We've turned to hide smile at thi
mal-apropos benediction, as she shut .
pan of cakes in the oven.
"Come, sit here by the fire, and IL
make you some nice hot tea," she said
kindly.
"But, honey" said Juno, doubled VI
with pain, IL can't 60 out wifi d
cakes.''
"Of course you can't, but I can," re
piled We've, with twinkle in her brown
eyes. $50, don't you worry"
"Bress her dear innocent heart
Does you think Juno gwine to let yo' e
out dar, wifi all dose rabble Oh men?'
the old woman cried, aghast.
But We've, tho cakes being done
smiled mysteriously and ran away.
| In few minutes the door opened
and small old woman, bent and stiff
walked in. Her faded calico dress anl
thin black shawl betokened poverty
and q deep sun.bonnet concealed he
features. She wore blue spectacles ant
seemed feeble.
''Is Mrs. Wilson at home? ' she asked
in High, shrill voice, approaching Juno
claws, no, chile, she's done gon,
down the country right smart time ago
"Do you live here alone?''
Juno looked at her sharply.
"What yo' ask me dat for? Mebb
does an mebbe Doesn't"
A merry laugh was all the reply thi
non-commital statement received, ant
Juno nearly fell off her chair in aston
ishment, as she recognized Vieve's swee
voice. ...0... .......- 1919.
"Yo' own maw'd nebber know yo'
Miss We've, sho' nuff," she said, as sool
as she could speak. .......
So We've had her way, and the sol
diers found new saleswoman at thei
favQrite resort. At first she tremblet
with excitement at her strange position
but fortunately for her, the news of |
great battle had just been received, s,
the soldiers did not stop to chat, as the.
sometimes did with Juno. The mex
day Juno: was no better, so We've wen
out again.
Toward the middle of the forenoon
two young officers strolled across tn,
parade ground.
"Come, Cap.," said one, "you'v'
not seen our cooky-wonan yet, and II
swear you never tasted such cakes
Hullo!' he exclaimed, discovering