McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1883-10-18

notice should forfeit pay from the last
Saturday night settlement. But Molly's
ancestors did not fight at Concord with
out leaving something of their spirit to
their descendants, so she turned to go
with an air which betokened no &C
quaintance with "rules," when Mr..
Rush, whose heart had been trifle
softened by memories of a certain
grave in Mount Auburn which would be
decorated that day, handed out three
trade dollars, and in ten minutes Molly
was in the common, "with all the world
before her where to choose"
The unusual leisure was so pleasant
that the girl loitered and fingered, en-
Toying the sunshine and the air, and
only when the noon whistles blew did
she come down to reality.
After dinner, with locked door, she
held council of war. Here, on one
side, was Molly Perry, "a years old,
with health and hope, five dollars in
her trunk, three silver dollars in her
pocket, and one good suit, and on the
other side the great, pushing, scram-
bling, selfish world, eager to grasp, and
slow to give.
Molly did some hard thinking.
''There's one thing sure" she thought,
81 won't tend store again, and l won't
sew for living, and won't be cooped
up in shop" The chances are mar
rowing fast. Suddenly came an idea.
''I'll do it," said Molly; and what it
was, the Advertiser told next morning:
WANTED, by an American girl who is a
work in a small family. Country preferred.
Address n. p, Advertiser Office, Boston.
Well, the answers fairly poured in.
1t seemed as though all wsmankind had
been waiting for Gan American girl
who is a good plain cook" but Molly
resolved to be critical and waited. In
the meantime, seeing that way was
open, she dressed herself in her best
and went shopping Saturday afternoon.
She choose to patronize Rush & Crush,
where her high and mighty airs gave
unbounded satisfaction to the clerks,
with whom she was favorite. She
sailed up to the print counter with
great dignity, turned the goods over,
pulled the corners crosswise, after the
fashion Of women shoppers, deprecated
the patterns, etc., but finally bought
print for three dresses, gingham for.
aprons, etc., to the amount of So, and
counted out with great majesty the
three trade dollars.
"Oh, Molly, you know we can't take
them," said the clerk. Molly turned to
Mr.. Rush, who sauntered along with
eyes on the other side of the store, was
taking in the whole proceeding.
s'Mr. Rush," she said, 81 took these
here day before yesterday, and now the
clerk refuses them
Mr.. Rush was grimly amused at her
audacity, but instead of answering her
turned to the grinning cash-boy in
waiting, and snapped: "Cash, what
are you waiting forp Take the goods
and money this instant!''
The youthful Mercury disappeared
like spirit, and Molly felt somewhat
as her great grandfather did at Con-
cord.
Monday morning brought letter
which seemed promising, and which
read as follows:
P: We need domestic, and prefer one
of our own nation. The family consists Of
myself and wife and hired man. My wife
is feeble, and the domestic would have to
take charge Of everything. We would pay
So week to the right person. If You feel
capable for the place, and can bring good
recommendation, we should like to have
you come as soon as possible.
Then followed some directions about the
trains, and the whole was signed in plain,
homely fashion, ''Yours truly, Bethnel
Harlow.'
ssWife feeble" unused Molly; "well,
she won't be poking round the kitchen
all the time" (another flash of the Con-
cord spirit). ssDomestic,'' not ssserv-
anti or s'hired girl.'' That suited.
The result was that few days later
Molly, armed with letter from her
minister, was set down, the only pass
enger, at Wheatfelds station.
Squire Harlow, waiting for the ex-
pected "good plain cook, - was smitten
with great missgivings at the sight of
the stylish young lady, for to his eyes,
accustomed to the dress of Wheatfelds'
daughters, the simple gray suit with Its
graceful drapery seemed the height of
elegance, and he was not treasured by
the question of the station agent: "Got
company from the city, amt ye?' But
it was too late to retreat, and soon old
Dan1 was pulling them steadily toward
home. The Squire said little, but
glanced at the girl occasionally from
under his shaggy eyebrows. 1t was a
fair, honest face, which freshened with
every mile in the sweet evening air, and
the gray eyes took in everything, from
the gray chipmonk on the wall to the
locust trees with their fragrant droop-
ing clusters.
"Want piecep" said the Squire, as
they drove under one. Her face was
answer enough; and stopping old Dan'l,
the good man cut cluster and dropped
it in her lap. She thrifty took off her