Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1882-09-08
"DI;SII>Y.


'atr story oil Two New England GIFTS.
On a stormy March day fresh-faced
Young girl was Il am tempted to say
''maniully''J 'womanly" making her way
along the main street Of New England
factory village. A bright daring face was
hcr's-onc that said, as plainly MS brown
eyes, red lips and piqunnt features could
say Here am. Let fate send her
worst. | shall fight the good fight. The
very curls on her temples, blowing this
way and that, under her simple straw
turban, looked fearless. almost saucy, yet
without any suggestion of that hideous,
straight hanging, modern crank of FASH
ion termed "bang." She wore n neat
water. proof suit, sensible i'll length, and
pcppcr-und. salt of hue, though Il shrewd
physiogomist might have been willing to
wager that somewhere among her femi-
nine adornings would be found vivid
dash of scarlet. She carried her cotton
umbrella without endangering peoples
eyes, and appeared altogether business
like and self-sustained. A passing
stranger, elancing Mt her eager face and
quick gait, would think, "That girl is in
dead earnest,
She looked occasionally at the pictures,
vases and other pretty triiles i'll the shop
windows, but without a twingo Of envy
i'll her healthful soul. She was wont to
say that she could enjoy them four times
Il day except when she carried her dim
ncrJ without the trouble of taking care OF
them. In short, she seemed fully equip
ped for possessing i'll the very best
sense. She did stop, however, before a
coniectioners Sindow where some tempt
ing oranges were displayed, counting the
contents Of II shabby little purse, then
WI! pou til' Stc,'l 'IaSp WIN uetcriiiiiieo
shake oil the ital. Ntttle hahtlall,
y"'' re selfish coward, was her mental
comment ms she walked resolntely on.
turning INTO quiet street, yet not toe
lar RON the business centre OF the Val
lag", She entered a small frame house by
the door OF winch was tackled modest
I'm sign lettered, Ladies trimming
store r.. ~ a. Randall; In the from
Hamburg edgings, etc.-a most unpre-
tending establishment AS Nettle CLOSED
the door npon,! her dripping umbrella anc
the general discomfort OF storm ant
last tlickenlng darkness outside, CHEEKY
warmth and light greeted her. and anoth
er fresh faced, brown eyed girl year o.
two Younger looked up with brigh
smile from her seat behind the counter
where she was swiftly and dexterousl.
drawing the bristles through those indis
pehsable aidsto civilization tooth brushes
''Hows 'DestinyY asked Nettle, in
matter-of-course way, MS she had hum
mp her outer waterproof and pushed hel
oversioes under the stove to dry
In explanation, let 1t be here statet
HAT these two We're once singing tina
beautiful poem, which begins =
..Thouy, the ,lav n, my ,,es,,nx,sov.,
And the star OF my fate has declined y
tiny. lisping cousin caught the melody
and niped ont Though the day of m
destmy's 'cliued." "Destiny's 'clined
became thereafter most appropriate es
preston, when the best laid schemes
seemed obstinately bent ON 'panginp ne
lev"
The answer TO Nettie's question cam
promptly:
Awful, Junt Il cents in the cas-
drawer haven't sold ANYTHING to-da
but paper of needles and ward {
elastic.
"That means oatmeal for supper agar
| suppose." said Nettic. II hate il. " sh
added savngelv, her good humor oozin
away mt the uniuvitiug prospect. Sl
had been working all day for ..cut down
wages. in woollen factory. and was we
tired and most unsentimentally hungry.
That's because Won haven't got IL
enough in Epictctus, said her siste
serenely.
Nettie glanced around mt the hangin
shelf of carefully selected volumes, al
cieut and modern. gathered for these tw,
in wears past, by a studious fathers To-
ing hand and jutlicious brain.
I'VE can't eat Greek philosophy.
we had the original manuscripts, v
might make papyrus soup. I'll tell VIC