Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-06-29


attention TO the girl. "And one word
more. Please to remember that We
have your signature to an acknowledge
ment that you consider yourself 70.
sponsible for the breakage."
"You frightened me 80 that I scarce
ly knew what was signing" said
Molly. "But as I have promised,
will pay you, for it shall never be said
that my fathers daughter broke her
word. I'd give you the few dollars
have saved il l had not to keep them
for my own support until I get another
place. Poor Aunt Nanny can only give
me shelter. for, rs you know, she has
depended almost entirely ON me for
food and clothes ever since my father
died"
Yes, and very ridiculous thing for
both of you," snapped Miss Cameron,
with cold snap. "She might much
better sell the hut she lives in for kind
ling wood. and go to the poorhouse,
and you might much better save your
wages to pay for the things you break.
For break You will to the end of your
days. I never saw person with such
hy-away hair as yours that was not
vain, careless and frivolous. You may
CO."
eyes, indeed, You may CO." added
Miss Georgette.
And the poor child went ont into the
road, homeless and almost friendlegs.
with shadow on her fair young face
and pain in her heart. But she had
only turned into the long lane that led
to old Nanny's cottage when some one
came quickly TO her side, and said in Q
kindly voice, "Mollyi poor little
Molly |" and there was Mr.. Malcolm.
And Molly, in her grief, thinking only
OF him as the friend of her childhood,
who had known her a. the darling of
the kindest of fathers, flung her bundle
down, and burst into passionate flood
OF tears.
"They were hard on me, your sisters,
Mr.. Malcolm" she sobbed-"very hard
on me. did my best for them. /
worked-and l am not very strong,
though I am a blacksmith's daughter
from morning till night, and yet could
not please them. And It was not my
fault about the mirror. It was not-it
was MOTT was not. Though Miss
Cameron insists that I stopped sweep
ing to look at my curly hair-I can't
help Its curling; I did everything to
make it straight; l tied it back 30 tight.
over and over again, that my head
ached awful-aud knocked ii with the
broom. She was q little better before
You came; but after you came and CON-
planned so much about the tea, and tho
coffee, aud your shirts, and-and every.
thing"
Sc complain r. exclaimed her list
ener, breaking in on her rather con-
fused narration OF her wrongs. "why,
| never complained of anything! How
could I7-there was nothing to be com.
planned Of"
"She said you did. But 1 beg par.
don, sir'-suddenly remembering the
difference between the candy and kisses
time and the present. "She IL your
sister, and my troubles are nothing to
to you"
Z" She Is my sister IN extremely long
step off," he replied, gravely; "Aad
your troubles are great deal TO me
and furthermore, think I see 9 way
. pleasant way--out of them. Let me
walk with Jon 10 your Aunt Nanny's,
and there. with her to advise us, we'll
talk matters over"
"Oh, it's such poor place, Mr.. Nal.
colin Miss Cameron called IL : hut.
and said 1t was only ft for kindling
wood"
"Fve been in much poorer places,
Molly" said he. and picking up her
bundle he walked by her side TO the
old woman's cottage.
Two weeks passed by. A poor drudge
from the workhouse, whose chief lin
fact whose sole) recommendation was
emo wages" bad taken Molly's place In
the Misses Cameron's kitchen. Mr..
Malcolm had gone away on business
directly after coming, and on the even
ing appointed for his return the two
sisters, attired in dresses of dull gray,
unrelieved by single touch of color,
sat Everything in the house being in
heart-chilling, dreadful stony orderl,
one at each parlor window, awaiting his
arrival.
"He must be coming; think hear