Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1881-10-27
KITTYs sANITARIUM.

hltIy Les, That Is me. They have
laughed at me good deal about what
they call my adventure. But think it
is that have the best right to laugh.
And, after all, why shouldn't New
Hampshire farmers daughter have ad-
ventures, as we'll as any one else?
So now if you care to hear my story,
will tell it; just as it happened.
l was seventeen years old that very
summer, and I had lever been anywhere
away from home. Father was not rich.
and mother had deal to do, what with
the butter, and the poultry, and the
children, who must be sent to school.
and who were so hard on their clothes.
So it happened that grew up without
knowing anything beyond my little
homework, hedged in by the purple
crests of the White Mountain on one
side, and the tall, scarlet poppies of the
! garden on the other.
Until one day, Deacon Sedgewick's
wife leaned over the stone wall where
was picking early strawberries in the
sunshiny angle, with my curls tucked
away under an old green sunbonnet, and
my fingers dyed ruby-red with the fra
grant fruit
'sKitty Kent" said she, in that
abrupt way of hers, would you like to
earn little money for yourselfg'
"Oh, yesl" I cried out, eagerly, for
had not my mind been full of the great
things I would do for mother and little
Polly, and the boys, il only had twenty
dollars of my own9
6 know OF place where you can
l-aske ten dollars a month and your
board, until November" said Mrs.
Sedgewick. It's at my brothers, mp
in Bridgeboro' He takes summer
boarders, and he is short of help, and
needs more dining room girls. Thework
is light. and you'll be treated quite as
one of the family, if only you manage
to make yourself agreeable to the
boarders. lisa place, you see, where
their whims and caprices need to be
especially studied. Will you try it,
Kitty ?''
Yes" answered, promptly.
And / hurried home to mother, with
the little splint basket only half.full of
strawberries, to relate the good news.
Mother was in the kitchen, peeling
russet apples for a pudding, Aunt Betsey
Larkins, the tailoress. was cutting down
a pair Of fathers old trowsers for little
John at an opposite table, with pair
of huge shears, and ste ell spectacles to
match.
Do tell !" said mother, her wan face
Frightening at the tidings.
Humph !" said Aunt Betsey. sever
ing a button as if it had been the head
Of a State criminal. 'sI know DR..
Eedgewick's place lisa sanitarium''
"a what r said mother, timidly.
a sanitarium, said Aunt Betsey.
And what's that, please. Aunt Bet
sey n said I, bre bless with interest.
,I..siiH & q Hioy A .sAou kn6sss" said Aunt Bet
please tjag me from beneath the spheri-
cal glasses Of her speetacles. "a place
where they keep insane people,"
Mother looked at me. looked back
at mother, half startled for moment,
but I recovered myself presently.
81 don't care. said I. 9 Ten dollars
month is great deal to me, and
mean to it. And Mrs. Sedgewick
wouldn't have recommended the place
if there was anything wrong about it.
shall go
aDo you think you'd better, dear p
asked mother, timidly.
'Of course" answered, resolutely.
Aunt Betsey Larkins was the village
mischief-maker, but ! was resolved that
she shouldn't spoil my plans; and
went to Bridgeboro'.
ssThey're none Of them dangerous,
sir -are they ?" said to DR.. sedgewick,
with palpitating heart, the first even
ing that I was there, and raw the ladies
and gentlemen boating on the lake,
wandering under the scented awning Of
the old pine-trees, and playing croquei
on the level lawns ii front Of the stone
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