The Penn's Grove record., 1882-01-28

I Nv WIN
The few stammering words in her
own tongue, however had made the
poor girl a slave to Julia. She follow
ed her around from that day, waited
on her, told her her story a hundred
times.
II am horribly bored by this unend-
ing talk Of mutter, mutter,' and Jan,
Jan, ," said Julia, stretching her tiny
mouth in a yawu.
TT is the My thing she knows"
said mother, gently.
DO keep her away from me to-day,
them impatiently.
To-Day was to be signalized by an
oYster-bake on the shore of the bay.
The count and four other worshippers
were supposed to act as cooks and
servitors, bus Christina did all che
work.
She built the fire Of driftwood cut
tie bread made coffee aud baked the
oysters, running insessantly to Julia
witt the biggest, her round face as
rsd as "a peony.
1t was q gray, gusty day, too gUsty
for US to use the little sail boat which
was drawn up on the beach. This
disappointment offered Julia a chance
for petty, willfai pettisbness.
TOO provoking! [ had set my heart
on a sail ~ she cried, pouting. Il
viii wager a rose against a pair of
gloves that [ have it yet, Count y her
ey es suddenly sparkling.
The bet Was taken. Half an hour
afterward we missed julia, and the
next moment saw her in the cockle- q
shell Of "A boat drifting out of the cove,
the sail haif raised, Tapping in the
wind. She stood on the bow, her red
ribbons fiuttering, kissed her hand,
saucily. 3
81 have won / have won the bet@ "
she cried.
'5Put about - shouted the count.
"You are putting out so sea-" s . i
We rushed down to the edge of the
water, all shouting orders at once.
Julia, terrified by the sudden COR
seriousness of her danger, sprang Oh
the bow A heavy flaw csne just
then, and the boat was eapsi2ed in
stantly.
.'Aon Dieu! I cannot swim" cried
the count. The other men We're in
the same case Two of them however
threw themselves into the Waterman
fully, but they were washed back, 2
A solid body leaped into the surf with
a splash! 1t was Christina. Invested
of shoes, stockings ana outer petticoat,
striking out boldly for the place where
the girl went. down.
"Hurrah for old Norje! ~ cried the
count. o"She swim Ikea frog r.
She came back with Julia, a very
wet and drabbled butterfly, in her
arms. g e. 0ea q
There was no justice, to my mind,
in the end of the accident. Julia,
when dry again, was rosy and pert
and charming as ever; but poor
Christina had been thrown against
the hull of the boat She was quite
badly injured, and was laid up in bed
for a month. Mother and I had her
work to do, while. Julia took wing to-
Newport.
Things are strangely ordered in
this world" l said, as 1 laid down a
half-read letter from her, one day in
October, full o fher gayeties and sac
cesses, and glanced at Christina, be-
ginning to limp heavily about in the
kitchen.
"They always come out right" said
mother quietly. What is that on
the other side?'
I turned the letter and read
Oh, by the way, / thought | owed
"Old NoIjep some reparation for her
injuries IN my behalf, SO / wrote to
our Consul in Christiana 70 pay JAMS
debG for me, and TO send hum aud his
mother out by the next steamer. You
told me that old Sanders had finally
grumbled himself into his grave.
Why not take j an as "a farm hand
and put him and his mother into the
tena0t house? / have ordered from
New York a few odds ana ends 10
make 1t comfortable Tor them. They
will arrive 10 Philadelphia on next
Monday.
| could hardly finish; the tears
choked me. II have been unjust TO
julia" / said.
We agreed not to tell Christina, but
to surprise her. We mad grown very
fond OF the patient, afiectionate crea
lure with her everlasting chatter OF
'.mu,ter aud JAN"
The 'odds and ends" proved to be
a very complete, though plain, plen-
ishing for aAouse. Christina helped
to clean the house for "tbe new
farmer" and to arrange the pretty
furniture.
On Monday mother went to Phila-
delphia to meet the steamer. She
was to come down in the morning
tram next DAY, watched II pass on
to tue little station.
A handkerchief wave out of the
car window the signal that all was
well. / saw from the. porch three
figures alight on the platform and take
their way acress the field.
When they had time to reach the
tenant house, | said careIt ssly:
"Come, Christina. There is some
thing yet to be done for the new
farmer.n
81 hope" she sal Ia err pie lsant
broken English, ''he wlli be goot
neighbor. II is nice house. IT is as
goot as our pastor lives in at home
This is fine country for the poor,
Manuel MARTHA
nodded. was too excited 10 81 eak.
When we reached the steps, mother
came out, her face all in a glow.