Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-10-26
JESSTE'S LUCK.

JESSTE'S LUCK.
Girls its quite too horrible for any
thing! There isn't a bit of white
sugar in the house. | shook the old
paper sack until | shook it in two
pieces, and nothing appeared but a
crazy black ant. | can't make the cake
! had set my heart on for tomorrow,
nor anything, and there's the ground
under the Rcdstonc beach plum trees
just flaming purple with them-plums
l mean-and all gone to waste be-
cause there's no sugar to preserve
them in. Amt it harrowing?"
Daisy Fcnton, an Industrious dot of
girl, with her black eyes and dimp-
led chin, twitchcd herself into the sit
ting-room where her sisters were vari-
ously occupied, and Pumping herself
upon the arm of an easy-chair waved
the rolling-pin and challenged sugges-
tions
Poor victims Of fallen fortunes and
the freaks of fate" sighed sentimental
Hortense hacking at cedar pencil
with dull dinncr-knifc. for Hortense
was literary" and wrote lovely
stories and poems that short-sightcd
editors always decliucd-with thanks.
"Wait till get paid for my novel"
"We'd be somewhere soon. if we de-
pended on that" was the encouraging
observation Of Miss Aurclia, family
Xantippe whose bark was worse than
her bite. Victims Of fate. indeed p
victims Of lot of unfceling relations
that considered it fun to get all our
property away from us. and leave us
with hardly house to live in"
al was left trampled orphan.
quoted Hortense, plaintiyely, and a
selfish"
PITY You hadn't been left some
common SENSE" Aurelia cut her short.
"It makes my blood boil to think Of
the way we've been treated-and half
that good-for-nothing Ernest Grey's
fault for not succeeding better with
the suit. But, Of course. he don't
care. It's little enough he knows of
what poverty is or cares for those that
do"
Here little Jessie Fenton, who had
been patiently trying to mend large
hole in a small slipper. with thick
needle made herself heard:
Its a pity We couldn't sell part of
the plums and get sugar enough to use
and to preserve the rest. / am sure
Mrs. Hopwood would buy them; she
said she couldn't get anything to make
jelly Of
But who'd take them? ?" asked
Daisy. i've got a lot of bread to
bake this afternoon. so / couldn't"
81 wouldn'tw ayerred Hortense. 81
am sure it would kill me to go and ask
people to buy plums."
Il shouldn't" declared Aurelia, in
whose eyes any plan not formed by
herself seldom found favor.
"All right" announced Jessie. bit
ing off her thread and ainginQ her
slippers in a corner; "I'll 90 myself.
Dick will harness Prince for me. and
the road Is good, and I'll take the
quart cup to measure the plums. and
Uncle Toms big pocketbook to put the
money in, and III"
Don't be too brisk" interrupted
Aurelia, cheerngly; "you amt such \
wonderful phenomenon. you know"
You won't have any luck" sighed
Hortense; "you never do"
But it wasnevertheless very SUNNY
face that sparkled under the little
gray rose-crowned straw hat an hour
afterward as Jessie stepped into tn,
old trap, with her wares arranged In
open baskets sprInkled over with grape
leaves, through which the fruit glowet
like lurid Goals of fire and the TIVE
small brown-gloyed hands holding tn,