The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1882-04-20

\ "I shan't worry over that" answere
Nettie, blithely, as she tied on a larg
l apron preparatory to dish wiping. Sh
had recovered her elasticity since tn
! advent OF the parsnips, etc.
eff there's an out-and out angel O.
,, the face of this selfish earth it's Mis-
Mellavine. What difference q goo
: meal makes in ones moral barometer
L was cross before supper, Flo dear,
said she, penitently giving her sister
quick little dab of kiss on the lef
ear, /" if any one has right to b
cross it's you, shut up here all day
with no exercise except to do errand
in the evenings when I'm at home t.
tend the store. You're twice as goot
and patient as your unsanctifed siste
Nettie."
Enough of Miss Mellavine's benefac
tion remained to give flavor to th,
breakfast, and Nettie went to her worl
with light heart in the dark of th,
wintry morning. Her duty in the fac
tory was packing and labelling stock
ings. About the middle of the after
noon her quick eye detected something
wrong in pile of stockings that had
just been brought to her for boxing.
"How's this, Richard ?" said she. to
the messenger, "there must be a mis-.
take. Mr.. Barker has given you the
wrong kind. These stockings are part
cotton and my labels say 'superfine all
WOOL"
The boy gave knowing wink. 81
guess it's all right. Barker knowed
what he was about. NUNS the word.
Miss Nettie, if you and want to keep
| our places"
With sparkling eyes and scarlet
cheeks Nettie carried the box of stock
lngs into an inner room where sat Mr..
Barker, the overseer of her department.
heavy, fabby man, with pale eyes.
pale hair and hanging under lip, and
with him one or two clerks.
"These are not the right stockings
for my labels, Mr.. Barker. They are
half cotton"
Mr.. Barker fumbled the STOCKINGS
with his thick fingers, looked at the
labels and then at her with a beery
smile.
"My dear young lady, you surprise
me. The stockings are all right. Your
legitimate business is simply to put on
the labels which we provide"
Higher mounted the color in Nettie's
cheeks. Her voice trembled, but her
courage did not falter.
"Then 1 must decline to do it, Mr.
Barker"
"Ho, ho, indeed |" said the beery
Barker, with Sudden energy. "Here,
Simpson," to one of the dapper clerks
Just passing through the room, ".Be
kind enough to step to Mr.. Wiggins'
desk and ask him to settle accounts
with this exceedingly conscientious
young woman, and provide her with
ticket OF leave" and Barker turned
abruptly on his heel.
Nettie's nerve and Indignation carried
her through the next few moments. and
soon she had closed the factory-doo
behind her.
Il know I've done right, and ] shall
find something to do. I hope Flo
won't be very much overcome 7"
Her sister looked up surprised at her
early return. On hearing the story she
gave half-hysterical laugh.
"You match my experience, Nettie.
That drummer for the Worcester firm
vas here. Do you notice anything
stranger"
Nnettie looked aroud the room. and
beheld showcase and rope,lines nearly
emptied.
1--WE hadn't the money ready, you |
know" said her sister, $50 the goods |
had to go. He was 'vewy aahwy,'-
disagweeable dewty,'-and all that sort |
of thing of couree. Such 'genteel kid |
gloves he wore, and such q 'genteel' |
Ease he brought to pack the things in
sat in stony silence, working away
md never lifted finger to help. Mean
If me, wasn't it?'
Nettie slowly sank into the little
ecker and stared helplessly.
"Now," said Flo, proceeding briskly
With her brushes. the question is what
o do next. I shall get two quarts of
'ew Orleans molasses, and start candy
rade to morrow"
81 suppose might take fiat basket
nd peddle the sticks, after you make
hem," said Nettie, half bitterly, ~
night strike gold mine, in the shape
# rich old lady or gentleman who is
ond of taify and would like to adopt
lkely BARN about my age"
81 hope we won't be tempted to eat
90 much of it ourselves" said the
rovident Flo.
Where's the tin pail? said Nettie,
1mping up with alacrity, "Oh, here it
J. Pll go to Dickerman's for the mo-
!sses right 0 r. You will need every
pare minute for your brushes now
III you teach me how to make them
DO. After all, don't see why it won't
g just as respectable to sell candy as
nything else, if We deal in pure goods
nd give honest measure, Tn sure au-
lors sell their books, and artists their
aintings. It's only question of de-
ree."
"And even monarchs and great {
atesmen receive compensation" 6
!ughed Flo. /
The molasses was soon bubbling mer- '
ly in the porcelain-lined kettle, and A,
ntil the time Of constant stirring t
lould arrive, Nettie sat down by her
ster to take lesson in brush-making. 9
awe can take few dollars of your !
~, Nettie, and lay in a small stock of I
indy tomorrow. The school children
i'll soon find it out. can take some
'mfort in having you at home, for I
me, at least. Why can't we indulge q
a good supper tonight, as lono as L