The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1882-10-03

And then she went away.
Early as was the breakfast hour Emily
was awake at least an hour before it.
As if the tumultuous glee of the robins
and bluebirds in the old orchard would
permit any one to sleep! And as she
Law with her cheek against the pillow.
watching the rosy dawnlight creep up
the wall, she heard the sound of voices
in the meadow below her easement.
"What is she like MOTHER" said Job,
Jr., who was milking.
"Oh, she looks we'll enongh," Mrs.
Torrance carelessly responded. "Litlle
and dark, With big shady eyes and real
Torrance mouth. Doesn't talk great
deal, and dressed shabby as one might
expect"
"Poor thing" said job pilyingly.
"Well," said Mrs. Torrance sharply,
IL can't say but think she deserves all
she got. Them Aldens always were as
proud as Lucifer."
"You'll keep her, mother, OF course.
81 suppose so,'' said Mrs. Torrance.
81 don't suppose she's got anywhere
else to GO"
There was no more delicious doing
for Emily now. She rose burriedly,
dressed herself and came down stairs.
"Aunt Dorcas," she said as she en-
countered that lady frying ham and eggs
over the kitchen fire, "what is there in
this neehborhood for a won an to d. p
"Eh ?" said Mrs. Torrance in surprise
80 earn my living, I mean!" ex-
claimed Emily. "Is the district school
supplied with a teacher p
Mrs. Torrance nodded as she placed
the slice of frizzling ham on dged
plate and arranged the eggs in golden
spheres above.
"If there factory hereabouts ?" pur-
sued Emily.
USED to be-" said Mrs. Torrance,
"but they failed, and it's been shut up
for ten months
do you know anyone who wants a
girl ?" pursued !he city cousin.
Mrs. Torrance set the coffee-pot on
the table, blew the horn for job, and
then responded to her niece's query by
counter question.
"Why don't you stay here 2"
Because" said E nily With spirit, 81
want to earn my own living"
"Well, you can earn it here, cant
you? was calculating to hire girl
this spring; and If you'll work honestly
for 1t, I'll give you the S6 month wa
going to pay the hired help"
Emily's pale face frightened.
81 should like that" said she. And
then Job came in, tall, handsome and
flushed. his curls yet wet from the spring
into which she had dipped them, and q
sprig Of trailing arbulus pinned onto his
coat, and spoke frank welcometo the
young girl whom he had never seen be-
fore.
80 Cousin Sha lrach Saeley is Dead"
be sail
"Yrs." said Emily qnietly.
Did you like him p
en-" confessed the girl He was
cross and surly, and had no sympathy
with anybody. But l tried to be kind
10 him, and h. kissed me once before he
died and SAID had been a good girl"
"And then vent AMI left his money
to the Refuge for Baptist Widows and
Orphans sal Mrs. Torrance. "That's
Cousin Shalrach all over''
"He had right to do as he pleased
with his money! said Emily, fain,
glow ising to her checks
"Well, it's all over and gone. There's
no use talking about it now''
And she sighed softly to think how
many of lilies hard angles might have
been avoi'led In the future, if only
Cousin Sbadrach hal been less interested
in the Baptist wld,ws and orphans.
AT the end o. month Mrs. Torrance
was forced to acknowledge that Emily
had well earned hr Sc month and
board. The girl had about her that won
derful magnetic power which philoso-
pliers dub "execntive ability" and New
England housekeepers call "facultY I"
She was natural cook-she did things
withou; seeming To take any trouble at
ALL
Il don't understand it," said Mrs.
Torrance "a little, dark, slim thing
that was always brought up 10 sit with
her hands folded
And one sultry day in July when Job
and Emily came in from strawberrving,
with crimsoned fingers, laughing faces,
and baskets heaped high with the fra
grant fruit. Mrs. Torrance started in the
solitude of her dairy where she was ma
king "coftage cheese"
Il DECLARE" she cried; IL wonder
never thought of that before. Oh, h,dear !
oh. dear! / never can consent to it in
the living world"
job came to her that same evening.
"Mo;her," said be, EMILY ha, prom
ised to he my wife,"
Mrs. Torrance hurst into tear.
You're only 26 years old, job" she
fsltered.
"Just two y, ars oder than when nv
father married you, mother. NrW-
don't turn your face away; hut tell me
plainly, have you any fault to tiud with
my choice?"
"No-no," confessed Mrs Torrance.
"D;d you think could possibly win
a sw"eter girl than Emily Alden ?"
"No, don't suppose you could"
answered the mother-n law elect, but it's
natural, job TO feel little jealous when
you see some one else taking the first
place in YOUR cbild's heart"
But when Job brought Emily in to re
ceiVe her kiss OF greeting, Mrs. Terrence
had sufficiently conquered herself to bid
her new daughter welcome
Though | s'posed, Emily" she said
little bitterly, "that you looked higher
than farmer once"
Il never locked higher than one oI
natures nohlemen," said Emily with s
smile that fairly won the old lady's heart
That same evening, as they all sat to
gether in the evening twilight, with the
scent of tall white lilies in the air, Emily
suddenly broke the silence.
"Job," said she, "would you like t.
be ricn ?"
"Well, yes" said job. I'D like money
enough to keep nv wife IN luxury,
"Would you. Aunt Dorcas ?" said En-
lilly turning to Mrs. Torrance.
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