Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-11-05


"Ohi my Lord he makes a yovI
Oh my Jesus mikes n wnyf
out oh trubbles into glory
out oh de darkness into dayh
Sad-eyed Genevieve, looking drearily
out upon the neatly kept parade-ground
where the soldiers we're going through
their morning drill, saw no way "out ob
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
ah! that just now was the hardest
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 a selfish world. But
she was a 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 wom-
an going about among the soldiers, now
dismissed from drill, with 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 q day. She held a
long consultation with Aunt Juno.
DE Lord bress yo' sweet face, chile
OBJ ep'se l's begwine to help yo', an Miss
Cafb need nebber know muffin bout it.
An dars a whole barl ob 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
sleeves-the pretty arms were still round
and white-tied on 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, "iust 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 delicacv of
the camp. just opposite the house was
an especially large tree, casting 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
lshed 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 a sum for
Juno, in spite of the warm-hearted old
woman's remonstrances.
Juno dom want yo' money, Miss
We've, honey. You'se heap of comfort
wifi yo' pretty face an CHEEKY words
keep yo' money, chile yen 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 the burden of immediate need
was eased 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 towel.
g One would think, We've, to see and
hear you, that you had everything heart
could wish, -" she said, fretfully.
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 so hard to con-
ceal the traces of her weeping from
Caro-; but this time the pent-up floods |
broke from all control, and the poor
child brought back pale face and ach- |
ing head from her solitary vigil.
One morning, as she was cutting out
her last painful of cookies, Aunt Juno |
hobbled in upon her cane, with many
grunts and groans.
"Why, auntie,' said We've, hasten
ing 10 bring her a chair, "what is the
matterP"
"Rumatiz, chile, rumatiz; de norf
wind blew on me las night, an Use |.
full oh misery dis mornin', bress de
Lord!"
We've turned to hide smile at this
mal-apropos benediction, as she shut a !
pan of cakes in the oven.
"Come, sit here by the fire, and I'll .
make you some nice hot tea, )" she said, !
kindly.
"But, honey" said Juno, doubled up
with pain, 81 can't go out wifi de
cakes.h
"Of course you can't, but can, - re-
piled We've, with a twinkle in her brown
eyes. $50, don't you worry"
"Bress her dear innocent heart!
Does you think Juno gwine to let yo' go
out dar, wifi all dose rabble oh menP'
the old woman cried, aghast.
But We've, the 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 and
thin black shawl betokened poverty,
and a deep sun-bonnet concealed her
features. She wore blue spectacles and
seemed feeble.
Sis Mrs. Wilson at homer" she asked,
in high, shrill voice, approaching Juno.
Laws, no, chile, she's done gone
down the country right smart time ago.
"Do you live here aloneP'
Juno looked at her sharply.
"What yo' ask me dat forP Mebbe
does an mebbe doesn't"
A merry laugh was all the reply this
statement received, and
Juno nearly fell off her chair in aston
as she recognized Vieve's sweet
7oice.
" Yo' own maw'd nebber know yo', !
Miss We've, sho' nuff, " she said, as soon ,
Is she could speak. :
So We've had her way, and the SOL
liers found a new saleswoman at their :
avorite resort. At first she trembled