Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1881-11-17

Strawberries. is it," said the little
girl who came to the door. "I'n ask the
! missis."
Mrs Dysart herself presently came
10 the door. and HOratia started to see
the marvellous dissimilarity between
the Mrs. DysaTt of society and Mrs.
Dysart at home. Her skin was sallow,
wrinkled and blotched, here and there,
from the two frequent use Of powerful
cosmetics; her hair was screwed up in
to a little pdpHloteS. secured by pins,
making "a perfect chendtLU ale .frise of
her head; her beautiful figure was
lathy and straight. like "A pump draped
\ In Calico
Strawberries! Of course not. at this
season of the year." said Mrs. Dysart
snappishly. "l'm not made of money!
And she slammed the door in H0ra-
tia's face.
miss |errars will buy them, at all
events said IIorat:a to herself. "Lu-
cille Ferrars was always noble hearted
and generous"
GLOW much are theyy" said the
fair Lucille, coming to the head of the
basement stairs, in a dishabiHo of
greasy pink cashmere and sOiled
white apron.
Eighteen cents basket"
"Pshaw" said Lucille supercilliOus.
ly. "As if / was going to pay such a
price as that! I'll give you ten!''
"They are unusually ine." said Hora-
tia timidly.
81 shan't give a cent over elevenw
lIOratia turned away.
IL wonder you fruit girls have the
face to ask such a pricew said Miss
Lucille FeIrars, lingering her purse.
strings. Twelve, there-and that's
more than they're worth"
IL cannot sell them under the price
l have named" persisted Horatia
shrinking from the sharp, glittering
eyes.
"GO about your business, Them said
Lucille. "I'll see the whole tribe OF
you starve, before I'll be imposed up
on sOg
HOratia felt herself disenchanted
Could it be possible that this shrewish
miser was er soft-vOiced friend, Lu.
cille Ferrars?
Perhaps Uncle Peleg's views of hui
man nature may not be so very much
amiss. after ALL" she said, with half
sigh, after she had made some half
dozen more pilgrimages, and more thar
/ half Of her berries remained unsOld.
Miss Parker's house was the last on
\ her list. HOratia had let il remain
until the other places were all visited
she herself could hardly have told why
perhaps because Justus Parker haC
been her partner i'm the German" the
night before. She liked Justus Parker
yet she somehow distrusted his gen
/ tie, nice, and smooth manner.
"l am afraid it is all put on she
said to herself. "But Uncle Peleg was
determined l should go there, and
will not shrink, now that the ordeal i.
so nearly over"
The servant requested her to 90 III
AN see the young lady herself-she':
in her own room mostly"
HOratia had heard of Laura Parker:
lingering spine disease. although SIN,
never had seen her. And her hear
beat slightly as she ascended the softly
carpeted flight of stairs, carrying hei
basket of berries.
Justus was sitting on a low chair be
side his sisters sofa, at the further enc
Of the room; he rose and came for
ward rs the stranger entered.
This basket is too heavy for you I,
carry" he said, taking it from he
arm and moving forward a seat, will
a sort of Unconscious chivalry.
ut is not so heavy rs il seems" sale
she somewhat bitterly; "and if it were
| am nothing but u strawberry wo
man."
"But IsuppOse q strawberry woman
has feelings and sensations lie Othe
people" said Justus Parker, smiling
"Sit down a moment, while my siste,
looks ut your fruit"
"YOu must be very warm" sale
Laura Parker gently. "Lay back you
vail. Juslus, please ring for glass o.
water"
HOratia accepted the water, but re
fused to unfold her vail. IL was alto
gether too good a medium for her I,
observe the quiet tenderness will
which Justus Parker treated his inva
lid sister-the open Bible on the table
the fresh flowers by the sofa, all mute
tokens of thoughtful love and care.
Miss Parker bought half a dozeI
baskets of berries, without a word oi
exception to the price.
"They are the finest l have seen thi.
year" she said. "You must come
again when you have more"
HOratia Mere's cheeks were burning
when she made her escape at last, botl
basket and heart considerably light
ened.
"Well. uncle!" she cried gleefully
when she at length reached home, a
have earned the Triomphe de Gands p
"Haye You been to all the places? ?"
"Yes, all!'
And she told him her adventures
with playful humor.
"Not a bad days work." said Uncle
Peleg. laughing.
Miss HOratia Mere had the hand
soonest refreshment table and the best
sales of any young lady at the fair, ant
Justus Parker was her favorite custo
mer.
The result of the fair, not an uncom
mon one. if all reports are true, was
one wedding, If not more. Horatis
Mere was married to Mr.. Parker, but
not till after the honeymoon did hG
know the story of how his aristocratiC
little bride had sold strawberriesl
"Was it wrong of meY" she asked
wistfully.
under the circumstances, No" Mr.
Parker answered gravely.
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