The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1880-12-11

1t was twenty miles to Glenmore. twent,
miles rom home-love, care, and comfort
, nut oallle dld not falter. To be sure
. u was trlal to leave them all, harG
Ii1n8 10 select from her little store ot
Slrl belongings; and a small room in q
/ poafulng-house would never afford the
/ delight that her own large sunny cham.
! per dld. Sallie felt a thousand tears,
but aud not shed one. although beI
I - ana Huldah wept profusely as
ei :, carriage drove away, with Sallie's
Iather on the back seat with her. s0d
Jasop Storm III front with Sallie's brother
Dixie.
Dixie was younger than his sister. and
IN deep grief at her loss. 1t did not
comfort INN to be told that she would
not board among strangers, but become a
member OF Mrs. Morals family He did
not choose to listen when Jacob Storm
. told him that Sallie was too wise and too
good to remain buried in Putnevville.
bike was sixteen, and at that age a boy
/ considers everything a burning shame
which interferes with his pleasure.
wish | had the chance said
jacob, as the father and daughter talked
IN low tones on the back seat.
Great chance" said Dixie, '.to 90
down there and work among all sorts,
AMI never have any music evenings. or
any home, Or"
Dixie paused; his feelings were too
much for him, aud vet he would not let
Jake storm see tear in his eyes.
:" It's chance to make yourself some
thing better than a drudge-a chance to
and l1Aryr y-ho+ e ~,
great world. Reading is good, Dixie. but
seeing Is million times better"
Jacob read early and late, he thought
and studied; but after all, he knew that
the discipline which Tom and Joe Rivers
were having would be a great blessing to
hun. His one dread was that Sallie
might consider him inferiorto her. "She
shall not get before me if [ die trying. ?
he said.
Salile's room was not so bad after all;
Mrs. Mora had done her best to please
her old friend Mrs. Rivers. When Sal
lies books We're unpacked, and her
piano was III one corner, and her pet
bird Glory hung up, the place was quite
delightful. Sallie could not live In a
dingy, dull hole; sunshine was necessary
to her existence. Her first week in the
mill left her pale ana weary, but stout
heart and strong viii kept her up.
At night she was very busy, her music
and studies occupied every moment.
Mrs. Mora tried to interest her in the
games and sports Of her fellow-boarders,
but Sallie politely declined
4 room mate was impossible, as she
desired to spend all her spare moments
n Non, F,,4
About this time she wrote to Tom: cit
is a hard grind, dear old boy, and some
times when my head whirls about with
the noise or the associations vex me |
feel like running away to China or Japan;
but | don't, [ only go home when | am
free, and take a good dose of Chopin or
Beethoven: they tone me up. BY care
full management, [ shall be able to save
some money. There is little French
girl here who is anxious TO study Eng
hsh. Every week | give her lesson for
lesson; then, two OF Mrs. Mora's chill
duen take lessons on the piano, and my
board bill is light. Who do YOU think
c mes here every Sunday? Why Jacob
Storm. His father will not let him 90 to
college, and he walks down here after
work is done on Saturday, and returns
Sunday night. He is a great friend Of
john Morals, and | have to be leased
about him, but | don't mind that Jake
seems like one of YOU, and every week
he questions me about my lessons.
Sometimes his father allows him to
drive down, and then you NAV be sure
we have a good breath of country air.
He sad one day IN his slow, deliberate
fashion, If my coming annoys you, Sal
lie, Just say 50; but it seemed to me that
You might not feel SO far away if YOU saw
q home face once a week.
:" Sometimes he brings a few flowers.
or some chickWeed for Glory, sometimes
a piece OF new cheese in a dainty box,
AMI generally Il note or message from
mother or Dixie. When he drives down.
Dixie comes with him; and [ can work
harder all the week after seeing his rosy
face.
Jake gets books from the library
here, and leaves them for me to read
first; then We talk them over afterward.
and Dixie Is getting quite interested. >
Brave little Salhe! The DAYS and
weeks few by and found her at her post
She only saw the hard daily toll, only
felt the bonds which kept her close until
she could join the girls who quietly and
easily walked the path of knowledge.
She did not know that her example
gave Joe new courage, and kept Tom
from many " college lark" she never
dreamed that Jacob Storm was making
man Of himself for her sake: she could
not see the power she exercised over
Dixie, who was inclined to be a little
Maynard; she never guessed that her de-
vouon to self-culturc and study had
some Of her associates to go
and 10 likewise. She only felt the pres
sure Of the daily toll, and longed for the
day OF her emancipation, only worked
Little by little the sound of the factory
bell grew hateful to her, and its red
brick walls wearier her eyes, but over
AMI over to herself she said. ''There is
no such word as fail" Her brief vaca-
tons were seasons of Joy. Jacob Storm
wished they might last forever. He, too,
was hard ut work, and one day, when he
and Salhe had discussed the merits of
various authors, and compared notes con-
corning their studies, Sallies outburst of
praise TOR his achievements drew from
him an ayowal of his love.
"Why, Jacob, said she, regretfullv.
4 never thought Of you IN that way.
should as soonfancy Tom marrying me-"
You think | am clumsy and slow, he
said, ''or perhaps stupid and ignorant,
because L remain here when others go
away; they have educated themselves
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