Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1883-05-08

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passing through the room. Be kline
enough to step to Mr.. Wiggins's desk,
and ask him to settle accounts with thi:
exceedingly conscientious young woman,
and provide her with ticket of leave" "
and Mr.. Barker turned abruptly on his
heel.
Nettie's nerve and indignation carried
her through the next few moments, and
soon she mad closed the factory door be-
hind her.
81 know l have done right, and | shall
find something to do. hope Flo won't
be rery much overcomer'
Her sister looked Up surprised at her
early return. On hearing her story she
gave half hysterical laugh.
"You match my experience, Nettie.
That drummer from the Worcester firm
was here. Do you notice anything
strange"
Nettie looked around, and beheld show
case and rope-lines nearly emptied.
1--WE hadn't the money ready, you
know" said her sister, 80 the goods
had to 90. He was 'vewy sahwy-'dis-
agweeable dewty'-and all that sort OF
thing, of course. Such 'genteer kid
gloves he wore, and 'genteer case he
brought to pack the things in | sat in
stony silence, working away, and never
lifted a finger to help. Mean of me,
wasn't it,"
Net,ie slowly sank into the little splint
rocker and stared helplessly.
"Now," said Flo, proceeding briskly
with her brushes, the question is what to
do next. shall get two quarts of New
Orleans molasses, and start a candy trade
to- morrow"
81 suppose might take fiat basket
and peddle the sticks after you make
them," said Nettie half-bitterly. 81
might possibly strike a gold mine in the
shape Of rich old lady or gentleman,
who is fond OF tafy, and would like to
adopt likely BARN about my age
81 hope we shan't be tempted to eat
too much Of it ourselves" said the prov
dent Flo.
Where's the tin pail" said Nettie,
jumping up with alacrity, "oh, here it is.
I'll 90 to Dickerman's for the molasses
right off. You will need every spare
minute for your brushes now-till you
teach me how to make them too. After
all, didn't see why it won't be just as
respectable to sell candy as anything
else, if we deal in pure goods, and give
honest measure. I'm sure authors sell
their books and artists their paintings.
It's only a question Of degree"
And even monarchs and the greatest
statesmen receive compensa,ions, laughed
Flo.
The molasses was soon bubbling
merrily in the porcelain-lined kettle,
and until the time of constant stir
ring should arrive, Nettie sat down by
her sister to take a lesson in brush max
ing"
"We can take few dollars of your
pay, Nettie, and lay in a small stock of
candy tomorrow. The school children
will soon find it out. can take some
comfort in having you at home, for a
time, at least. Why can't we indulge in
good supper, tonight, as long as you
have your pay l am getting reckless.
Let's have oysters
agreed" said Nettie, delighted to
see Flo so ready (fer once) for compar-
ative luxury, scrimption has its linn
its :"
ooh, OH" cried her sister in mock
horror. "Labors of Max Muller How
can you, Nettie: There The candy
nearly boiled over Run and stir it
quick !"
In the midst of the stirring and the
fun, enter Miss Melavine in state Of
unwonted excitement.
"Such a surprise, my dears : What
do you think But, first of all, sup
pose you have heard that Caleb Stone is
dead ;"
She then dropped into the nearest chair
and famed herself with her brown check
apron, though it was wintry March out
side.
"Why. no:' exclaimed the girls in
breath, while Nettie held her apron sus-
pended in the air, with ropes of tafy
gracefully pendulous therefrom.
81 must begin at the very beginning"
said Miss Melavine, cor | shall be sure
to forget something ought to remember.
He died at o'clock this morning. but
Mirandy couldn't bear to have mess of
half strange women around, she said, so
she begged me to stay on-though am