The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1882-07-12

stove--I, the petted darling of the house.
hold who had never been allowed at home
to know single care-to clean her room and
comb out her tangled white hair. And then,
with many reproaches over my sluggishness
and lackof faculty. I was sent up garnet
to fill a basket with the little punches of
dried herbs which were dangling from
hooks in the beams overhead.
: What am to do with them, Cousin
Patsey ~ said l, feebly
"Take 'em into town. said Miss Patsey.
'sSell 'em.n
"But whese," pleaded I.
From door to door," responded my
witch-like cousin $50 every where Tell
'em they're Miss Patsey Pounsetfs YARDS.
Everybody knows me. Five cents bunch
for the small ones, ten fer the largest ones
And don't let the grass grow under your
eet, for We got to take my hot drink at
one O'Clock, and you must be home to fix i,
for me-"
And this was the fashionable career OF
--,i.~i. a i...sa -ssSsss
what was 10 do? | could not go back to
the East, for had not money enough.
couldn't write home, for the matter of the
YARDS was too pressing to admit in the
eyes of Cousin Patsey, of even moments
delay
ldoreovcr, there was the old creature, sick,
alone and in trouble, and l was too loyal to
dream of leaving her So, without more
ado, took the basket, aud set forth ON my
weary way, blushing if any shr;ll-tong;ed
housekeeper decried the value of my wares
sold some herbs-enough to bug Mss
Patsey's medicine, and little knIcK,e oil
veal to boil INTO nourishing soup and came
home, with muddy boots weary limbs aud
considerable deprecated valuation of my.
self.
Cousin Patsey had great many questions
to ask, and appeared to think that might
have driven a deal more profitable business
if ! had chosen. But she was feeble and
weak, and pitied her too much to rebel.
On the third day CHANGED to meet my
travelling companion--th tall, dark young
man, with the bright eyes, who had been
instrumental III hnoing my 'iaVenns-pag on
my journey. He was in store where had
meekly proffered my wares, and he stepped
eagerly forward, with smile of recognition.
Miss Harperln he exclaimed, offering
his hand.
~ YOU want any herpS saie l. WIN
u''so'i'eSoss '"ihAie IN my eyes. ea'iiip,
.''i's"n, ie'e,ie~ on'y h'e cents "puueh
anu Ia,'e 'reSh anu genuine.
nas 'iie Wiioie oashees s"'u ne
w. s'io' 'ii"' "oei'h. pe BUSINESS
nu' II 70" cnooSe 10 seiee' nun uozeh as
Aoi'e' DuneiieS
SO he bought them with such wondering
eyes that | felt myself constrained to ex-
plain.
My Cousin Patsey isn't rich at all, said
l. She earns her living by selling these
herbs. And as she Is Ill and unable to sell
them herself, am acting as her proxy.
You are heroine 2 said he, earnestly.
signing and smiling.
When he had gone out OF the store. could
not heip asking the OLD woman behind the
counter VINO ne was.
It's Mi. Ayimert she answered. HES
an artist, MISS as paints pictures, and they
90 say as now ne gets dreadful big prices
Tor DIT OF canvass as big MS you could COW
er with dinner plate"
Mr.. Ayimer came ont to the farm house
TO see me the next day. lie brought me
bunch OF rhododendrons, and sat and ehatted
with Cousin Patsey for long tune, Tho
OLD crone eyed me keenly after he was gone
don't approve OF followers as gener-
al thine' sad she, " but reckon John Ayl-
mer Is a good teilow---and sort o think'
riora, that he fkes you.
But, Cousin Patsey, he has only seen
me twice before this J" cried |, turning very
req.
mat makes no difference" said she,
Sharply. Love don't go by the multiple
cation table. I've lived solitary and alone
all my NE; but don't want them as I'm
iohd Oh 10 90 the same. its 100 areary-h
deal to dreary !"
stayed with Cousin Patsey month"; do
ing all the drudgery OF her wretehed home,
selling herbs for her, Keeping up cheerful
face through 1t ALL and then she died--dled
suddenly and alone, in the dead OF night.
Ihey buried her, and prepared to return
to the East; not, however, until John Ayl'
mer had made me promise that If he came
for me in the autumn, | would be his wife.
We shall be poor, Flossy,," he said but
tOua tc hiatt hmm rriI
was sitting in the depot waiting for the
train, with John talking 20 me, when old
Mr. Dodge, the white.whiSkered lawyer,
made his appearance
Miss Flossy, he said, perhaps you had
better not go East just yet. There's will,
you know, and all Miss Pounsett's property
az, - -
only hovel and swamp. and Milo Mears
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