Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1883-02-14
PAMELA'S ESCAPADE
BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.

The CrUnps were, or considered them
selves, the very fist people IN Potts
vile, anu Josiah Crump, the present
head OF the family, was very proud of
hIa ancestors. He was about about the
meauest man III money matters ever
known. He had driven his boys from
home by his nIggaIdhness; and now that
his wife was dead his daughter Pamela
was al that lie had left. She was a
handsome. strong, well-made girl, with
gOo.i mind, although he had given her
the very poorest education and no ac-
c0mpl lzal4ents whatever. She worked
IL las house without help, or thanks, or
reVard Ct any kind; her only consolation
besEg t1at she was Miss Crump.
= ii uch good that does me-" she used
10 say, Is she toiled away TO save her
uch tatuer q lew dollars more.
Girls who lad no grandfather to boast
about hall accom- IIslments and good
clothes, and comforts and pleasures of
all sorts which she never knew, and
which he1 father could well afford. At
last, on her nineteenth birthday, after
she bad longed III silence for many days,
PameIt grew bold. Long, f1lr-lined
cloaks were Just coming into fashion,
aud how she wanted one, only a girl can
know.
Tt was while her father sat counting
over d great roll of bills, which he had
Just received as the rent Of certain proD-
erty, that she went up softly behind
INN, and said meekly: T..
Pa, can [ have one OF those large.
black silk cloaks. such as Betsy Bur
r0ughs wears-one with fur lining? I'll
make It myself. 1t will wear for years,
Oh, papa, l do SO want it," and she
paused, with hands unconsciously
clasped together.
Mr.. Crump looked AT her horror
stricken.
"a silk cloak with a fur ining!'' he
repeated, slowly. "No, you can't,
Pamela; it's too expensive. Get your
poor mas gray, blanket-shaWl and wear
that out. I'm sure she'd be wiling"
Poor mas shawl had moths in it two
years before she died, sighed Pamela.
@'She couldn't wear it, and you never
knew, papa, you don't know how badly
off | am. I've outgrown my sacque.
and look like fool in it. [ have boys
shoes and a hat-oh, dear, such hat! I
cannot really go out anywhere"
women should be keepers at home. -
said Mr.. Crump
Certainly 1 ought to go to church, .
said Pamela
mot to show fine clothes, . said Mr..
Crump.
''But I ought to dress like lady, .
sighed the poor girl. 81 should think
you'd admit that, pa.
Ladies are not always most dressed. .
said Nj. Crump. Far from it. You
are Miss Crump. Remember the
Crumps are the Oldest family in Potts
vile"
'Oh, | know all that, pa inter
rupted Pamela; "but it does no good
if [ must go about looking like beg
gar"
Mr.. Crnu1p brought his cane down on
the floor, tnundeLed 0uC, fold your
tongue, Pamela !" buttoned his pocket
book into his bosom, and troyted away
TO deposit the money, while Pamela.
scarlet from brow TO chin, remained
where he had left her.
"Oh, what shall do 2" she exclaimed
at last. Is this woman tate to beg
all the days Of her life? l have no edu1
cation. / cannot teach. [ can do moth
ing but homework. I'm the best wash
er III the village, bat-There I" cried Pa
mela, bringing her foot do Gn on the
toor suddenly. There A girl who