The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1880-11-13
Worn with suffer

father, and she saw with mingled dis
may and alarm that her little stock of
money was melting away. The colonel
had left her all he did not need to get
him home, but with the delicacies Caro-
must have, and war prices for every
thing, it would not last long. They
were alone in the house now, with the
exception of old Aunt Juno, for Mrs
Wilson, the widow lady, had gone to
Virginia to nurse a wounded son.
"Nebber yo' worry yo' dear heart,
honey" Juno said to We've the MORN
ing after her mistress's departure $50
long as l have roof over my ole head,
yo' an Miss Caro- shall hab one too.
I'll bring her down in Miss James front
room, whar de breezes blow frew cool
an nice, an fix de dear chile mo- COM
f'ble. Desc ar trublus times, sho' huff,
honey, but de Lord'll take care of us !"
and she went about her work singing in
her high clear voice:
"Oh! my Lord he makes wayl
Oh my Jesus makes way
Out Oh trubbles into glory,
Out OBJ de darkness into dayi"
Sad-eyed Genevieve, looking drearily
out upon the neatly kept parade-ground
where the soldiers were going through
their morning drill, saw no way "out OBJ
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
all 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 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 day. She held
long consultation with Aunt Juno.
"De Lord Dress yo' sweet face, chile;
OBJ co'se rs be gwine to help yo', an Miss
Caro- need nebber know muffin bout it.
An dars whole bar'l oh apples in de
cellar, red an shinin' from ole Marse
Joe's, down in Prince Georges; dey'n
sell fust-rate."
So every morning We've rolled up her
sleeves-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, "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 delicacy 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
ished to be seen no more that day. 1t
proved to be a 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; yell need it all
bime-by."
But the little pile still grew. The girls
q Inv 1oI Id
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.
Zone 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 filed 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 chair, "what is the
matter?'
Rumatiz, chile, rumatiz; de norf
wind blew on me las night, an Use
full OBJ misery dis mornin', Dress de
Lord!"
We've turned to hide smile at this
mal-apropos benediction, as she shut
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, az can't go out wifi de
cakes.''
"Of course you can't, but 1 cam" re-
piled We've, with twinkle in her brown
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