The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1882-02-14

@She's an old darling" said Grace
Craxall, "and / mean to help her all can.
I've got beautiful recipe for chocolate
ecIdires, and on Friday evening / am
going there, to make up all / can, so that
the school children will buy them on Sat
urday. know how to make cinnamon
apple-tarts, too, and lemon drops and CO.
coanut balls"
Grace, do believe you have taken
leave of your senses" said Medora Nav.
One would think it was disgrace enough
Tor Aunt Deborah-our own mothers Sis
ter-to open a horrid little huckster's
shop without our mixing ourselves up in
the affair"
C But Aunt Debby must live, you
know" said Grace. who was perched, kit
ten-fashion, on the window-sill, feeding
the canary with bits of sparkling white
sugar. "And Cousin Nixon couldn't
keep her any longer-and her eyes aren't
strong enough for fine needIework, and
her education has not fitted her to be a
teacher, and her poor old rheumatic bones
keep her from going behind counter or
entering factory. Isuppose you wouldn' t
be willing to have her come here and live
with you ?''
~I!" cried Medora. "Do you suppose
| want to proclaim to the whole town
that have such dilapidated old relation
as that %
~ would take her quick enough" said
Grace, elf l didn't board with Mrs.
Hewitt, and share the little upstairs back
bedroom with the two children. Just
wait until l marry some rich man." she
added, with saucy uplifting Of her pref
ty auburn brows, and then see if / don't
Desblbs3R uD state apartment for Aunt
6 Don't talk nonsense" said Medora,
acidly. cts very likely, isn't it, that a
factory girl like you are going to marry
rich man 90
Grace Craxall laughed merrily. AL
through life she and her cousin, Medora
May, had agreed to differ on most points.
Grace seeing no other career before her,
had, on the death of her last surviving
parent, cheerfully entered q factory,
while Medora, taking her stand on the
platform of q false gentility, had done
fne ewing and silk embroidery on the
sly to support herself, putting on all the
airs of young lady of fashion the while
And now Aunt Deborah May, to the inf
mite disgust of her aristocratically inclined
niece, had actually opened q little low
windowed shop in q shady street Just out
of the main thoroughfare, and, as Medo-
"a despairingly expressed it, "gone into
trade!''
For Aunt Debby, in her bewildered
loneliness, had scarcely known what to do
until Grace Craxall came to the rescue
with her hopeful courage and straight
forward common sense.
only wish it wasn't sinful to take
a good big dose of laudanum and put
myself out of the way" sighed the old
lady,
sound bit ike you," said Grace, cheer
fully.
'But what am to do g'' said Aunt
Deborah.
What can you do?" said Grace.
don't know that am good for any,
thing" said the old woman, with quiet
tear or two, except to help around the
house,-and amt strong enough for
regular hired help. Your uncle always
used to say was master hand at max
ing bread
"Then make It," brightly interrupted
Grace.
"Eh % said Aunt Debby.
There's q nice little store to let on
Bay street, went on Grace, for ten dol
lars 2 mouth"
But | haven't got ten dollars month, I"
feebly interrupted Aunt Debby.
I'll lend it to you" said Grace, out
of the wages have saved And there's
apretry bedroom and sitting-room at the
back of the shop, and q clean, dry base
ment under it, where you could bake
your bread, know, for the sister of the
lady where board is looking for dress
making rooms, and heard her speaking
about it."
"Do you mean to open bakery ?" said
bewildered Aunt Debby.
Not exactly that" explained Grace.
"But if Mrs. Hewitt, or Mrs. Taylor. or
any other of the ladies around here could
get real, homemade bread, such - yow
make, do you suppose they would put up
with the sour stuff they get At the bakers
shopsf And You could easily get up .
reputation On your raisin cakea, and fried
crulles, and New England pumkin-pies.
Nov, couldn't you p
The old lady frightened up little.
" ] used to be pretty good at cooking"
sid abe. : And IL you think l could sup
/ i am sure of it p cried the cheerful
Grace. "And I'll 60 there with you this
very day to look ct the place, and viii en-
gage it for three months On trial. And /
can paint you sign to put over the door,
g Homemade Bread by Mira Deborah
Aayr And IN hem you some curtains
and arrange the shelves in the low win
dowl almost wish / was going to be
your shop-girl, !" she added, merEily. " But
I can help you in the evenings, yen
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