The Baltimore County union., 1882-12-02

nOtnlng 10 II. but motner says IL must
be done-and mother rules the roost in
our house -
Next came Mrs. Emmons.
"Joanna," said she. "I'm deeply
grieved at this'ere afiiiction that S befell
youi"
"Thank you, Mrs Emmons |" said the
girl mechanically.
T've come to ask you about your
plans" added the plump widow. "Be-
cause il you have no other intentions,
I'll be glad to have you help me with
the housework. Pm goin' to have 4
house full o. summer boarders, and
there'll be deal more work than me
and Elviry can manage. OF course you
won't expect no pay, but good home
is what you need most, and"
"Stop minute !" said Joanna. cam
/ to understand that you expect me to
assume the position and duties Of SER
want, without servants wages -
you'll be member Of the family"
said Mrs. Emmons "and you'll set at
the same table with me and Elviry,
and"
al am much obliged to you," said
Joanna, "but | must decline your kind
Offer"
And Mrs. EmmonS departed in right
eous wrath, audlbly declaring her con-
viction that pride was certain sooner or
later to have fall.
al have plenty Of friends" said
Joanna courageously, "or rather dear
grandpapa had. am sure to be pro-
vided for"
But Squire Barton looked harder than
any flint when the orphan came to him.
Something to do, Miss Fox ?" said
he. "Well, that's the very problem Of
the woman's work, you know /;
and amt smart enough TO solve it,
Copying? No, our firm dom, need that
sort of work. DO know OF any one
that does !? N.no, can't say do but
if should hear OF an opening, I'll be
sure to let you know. Ahem I'm a
little busy this morning. Miss Fox sor-
~ can't devote more time to you.-
John, the door. Good morning, my
dear Miss Fox | assure you, you have
mine and Mrs. Barton's prayers in this
sad visitation OF an inscruiable Provi-
dence."
Old Miss Gringe, who had fifty thous-
and dollars At interest, and who had al
ways declared that she loved dear joan
ma Fox like daughter, sent down word
that she wasn't very well and couldn't
see company.
DIR. Wentworth, in visiting whose in
valid daughter poor old Parson Fox had
contracted the illness which carried him
to his grave, was sorry for Miss Joanna,
of course, but he didn't know of any
way in which he could be useful. He
understood there was kid glove factory
to be opened on Walling River soon.
"No doubt Miss Fox could get place
there or there could be no objection
to her going out TO domestic service
There was great deal OF false sentiment
on this subject and he thought"
But Joanna without waiting for the
result Of his cogitations excused herself.
She would detain him no longer, she
said, and she went away with flaming
cheeks, and resolutely rcpressed tears.
When she got home she found one OF
the trustees Of the church awaiting her
He didn't wish to hurry her, but the
new clergyman didn't want to live in
such 4 ruinous old place; and il was
their calculation, as the parsonage was
mortgaged much beyond its real value,
to sell il out, and buy a new frame house
near the depot, with all the modern con-
veniences, for the use of the Reverend
Silas Speakwell.
cam TO be turned ont ofmy home?"
said Joanna, Indignantly.
Deacon Blydenburg hemmed and
hawcd. He didn't want to hur; no
ones feelings but as to her home, il
was we'll known that to all intents and
purposes the old place had long ago
passed out Of Parson Fox's ownership
and they were willing to accord her any
reasonable length of time to pack up
and take leave OF her friends-say a
week.
So Joanna, who could think OF no re-
naming friend but her old governeSs,
who had long ago gone to New York to
fight the great world for herself, wen,
down TO the city, and appealed to Mis-
Woodin in her extremity; ard Mis-.
Woodin cried over her and kissed her
and caressed her, like an old maiden
aunt.
"What am ! to do?" said poor, pale
Joanna. al can't starvc -
There's no necessity for any one
starving in this great, busy world" said
Miss Woodin eheerfully. "All one
wants is-faculty."
Joanna shrank little from the hard
stereotyped word which she had so of
ten heard from the lips ofMrs. Emmons,
Miss Sabina Sexton, and that sisterhood.
"But how do you liveI" said she.
"Do you see that thing there in tn,
corner 2" said Miss Woodin.
"Yes," answered Joanna. as it :
sewing machine ?"
"It's typewriter, announced Mis-
Woodin, "and l earn my living on il. y
"But what do you write 2" said Joan
na.
"Anything l can get" said Mis-
Woodin.
And thus, in the heart Of the grea
wilderness Of New York, Joanna Fo,
commenced her pilgrimage Of toll.
First on the typewriter, then promo
ted to a compiler's desk in the "Fashior
Department" Of prominent weekly
journal then by means Of a striking
original sketch, slipped into the letter
box Of the LadIes' Heeky with fear anC
trembling, to place on the contribu
tors list then gradually rising to tn,
rank Of spirited young novelist, unit
our village damsel had her pretty ''iat'
furnished like miniature palace, will
| Miss Woodin and her tvpe.writer snugl,