The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-11-26
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7 DOttle OF your homemade root-Deer,
should he so glad. Lucy Smith had piece
of pie here yesterday, aud she says il was
too utterly delicious for anything! Please,
| Miss Sevierln
Janie's first impulse was to give the little
mince-pie to the plump schoolgirl, but abe
remembered that it was the last in the lar
der, and that their slender stock of money
was nearly gone.
" don't know how much it is WORTH
said she.
" We give quarter for them at the bak-
cry" said Aurora. Miserable dried-up,
tasteless things, too A quarter for mince,
and fifteen cents for the squash and apple
pies. And fifteen cents for lemon-soda and
| ginger-pop."
" should like to make you present of
it," said jamie, coloring little; g but"
'Oh, we don't want you TO give it to
us !" said Aurora. "We're not such greedy
monsters as that We shall be only too
thankful if you will sell it to us, dear Miss
Sevieri"
So jamie packed the plump. raisin-stud-
ded pie into a box, with bottle of birch.
beer beside it, and took the forty cents
with curious sense of embarrassment
What goose am she thought
"Does the artist turn red all over when he
pockets the cheque for his picturep Does
the author feel ashamed when he receives
the payment for his story or poem? The
pie is mine-the work of my own hand
Why should hesitate to sell it for what it
than one thing which we need, and 1 am
thankful that have been able to earn it,
AT dinner-time there was nothing but the
remains of yesterdays chicken potpie.
Poultry was not an expensive luxury since
jamie raised her own fowls.
" Amt there no mince-pie ?" said Mrs.
Ball, wistfully.
She was only seventy year-old child,
after all, and she missed her bonnie 6ouche.
have sold the pie, dear" said jamie.
:" will make some more tomorrow. But
here is a little paper of rose-scented snuff,
and some more blue yarn for you to knit"
And old Mrs. Ball forgot her troubles,
and chuckled over the snuff and the yarn.
That afternoon jamie went out into the
fields, and gathered great yellow pumpkin
and store of juicy red apples. And the
next day she baked all manner of pies,
finished them high and early before the
stream of schoolgirls and factory-workers
began to flow past. And she put them in
the front window, labeled I" For Sale
Bless me !" said old Mrs. Ball, when
jamie led her down stairs in clean cap
border aud neat calico gown, to begin he,
days work of knitting, what be you goin'
to do? ?"
q I'm going to make money! said jamie,
cheerfully.
1t was quite an artistic window. There
were the pies of divers and sundry sorts,
The bottles of lemon and birch beer, with q
suggestive coifee-pot placed in their midst,
and gloss pitcher of milk. There were
fresh-fried doughnuts and shining gill;
flower apples, and light homemade cakes !;
and there was little wire-basket of boiled
eggs, looking like monster pearls as they
hung there in the sunshine.
| lhO sSuuOA-BulSJ WIFI HhNUT VI ytbttr-
days treat yet in their mouths, came troop
ing in to buy their lunches the factory
girls followed suit
Old Mrs. Ball sat smiling by the chimney
corner, while jamie Sewer wrapped up neat
little parcels and made change with swift
alacrity.
:" 1t makes the place deal livelier," said
the old lady. " 1 always did like company"
At the days end, jamie counted the con-
tents of the till.
d" So far as / can see, - said she, +" we have
made three dollars clear profit. Three dol.
lars day is not bad for woman. And I
think can improve upon the business after
q little experience"
At the expiration of month, Mrs Mark
Sewer would not believe that her sister
in,law had actually opened an account with
the Silverdale Savings Bank and deposited
twenty dollars.
Twenty dollars ?" she screamed.
Mark, there is some mistake !"
"No, there amt !" said Mark. "The
cashier told me SO himself"
" But how did she ever make twenty dol
lars / can't do it-not with all the butter
and cheese and the dried fruit" persisted
the woman.
Earned it, I s'pose," MARI: answered,
drily.
''The business" as jamie called it, grew
apace. The village carpenter was called in
to patch up the old wing and build on a
new room, and when, three years afterward,
Mrs. Ball died peaceably, sitting in her
chair, jamie sold the Old Mill and opened
ladies' lunch room in Silverdale village, now
a thriving young town.
Nobody ever heered O. such thing"
said Mrs. Mark Sewer.
That's the very reason that think it
will succeed" said jamie.
And she hung the windows with Madras
muslin, papered the wall with pattern OF
green-and-gold peacocks plumes, and made
the little place as beautiful as possible.
It succeeded.
And when Stephen Ball came back from
Manitoba, poorer than he went, he found
that jamie Sewer was one of the richest
women in Silverdale.
Lucky for mel" said Stephen Ball.
I don't believe can do better than to
marry her. She's prettier than ever"
But jamie Sewer had very decided opin-
ions of her own on the subject.
Marry you ?" said She "Why should
I marry you? 1 neither love nor respect
you, Stephen Ball !"
We were engaged once" whined the
poor fellow.
Once p echoed jamie. But that was
before l understood your character. Do
yon think would marry man who could
,eave his old grandmother to starve, with
,ut ever troubling himself about her fate p
And Stephen Ball was compelled to re-
treat from the field.
How could ever have loved that man ?"
said jamie to herself Dear, dear how
people changed Once I nearly broke my
heart about him but now-now / may
perhaps marry some day, il the right man