The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-01-14
DOUBLE MITTENS.

"AOA 10 JOO anu Suhftob H-RO1n bbr
git married"
Pretty Sadie Warren started guilty. as
Aunt Sally's sharp voice broke the silence.
She, too, had been thinking of that very
thing, and she answered, with q sigh, as she
thought how far away that time must be.
81 don't know, auntie, Pm sure. It will
DO many months-years, perhaps. Charlie
must make the beginning of home, at
least"
Why on airth don't he buy that Blake
Farm and be married now2 don't see no
sense in waitin' forever. Why don't he buy
that farm, and both of We work together ter
make the home That used ter be the way
when was young. Yer Uncle Jake an 1
hadn't cent when we began"
And she emphasized her words with an
extra clicking of the polished knitting need.
les, as they flashed in and out of the blue.
and-white yarn.
And you hadn't cent when Uncle Jake
died." Sadie thought.
But abe said aloud, with nervous little
laugh:
=" 1t takes money to buy farm nowadays,
Aunt Sally. If he hasn't the money, see
no way for him to own the farm-at pres
snt.n
"Well, what is he going to do, then ?"
asked the old lady, sharply, as she peered
over her glasses ut her niece.
:" He talks of going to the gold mines
among the Black Hills" answered Sadie,
hesitatingly, half-dreading the effect of he,
answer. There's fortunes to be- made
there-sometimes I" she added, bitterly,
under her breath for, with all youths
hopefulness, she could not quite believe in
the scheme-and ii would be such weary
waiting
90 Black Hills Gold mines Fuss and
fddlesticks did have an idea that Charles
Davis was q sensible young man. Tha,
warnt the way in my day. Then, when q
couple wanted ter marry, the man shout.
dered his axe and made home, stead OF
gallervanting round the world ter dig the
gold ter buy one. Black hills, indeed |"
Aunt Sally's thin, wrinkled face flushed,
her short, silvery curls quivered with indiQ-
nation, the very border of her white cap
bristled with wrath, and she vented her an.
ger on the bright, shining needles as she
sent them spitefully through the coarse
WOODEN yarn.
The double milton grew rapidly, but she
Aid not break the silence again until it was
finished, although the angry flush faded
from her cheek, and her eyes softened as
she glanced at the respondent face of her
niece, who bent above her sewing and
stitched away in silence.
There thets the last of that mitten;
and the last of that ball of yarn, too. shall
have ter wind some more afore 1 begin an
other pair. Jest ran up garrett, Sally, and
| git them skeins on the cross beam. There's
ten of 'em, and want 'em every one.
amt a-goin' ter BIO alters stoppin' ter wind
yarn"
:" Shall wind it for you, auntie ?" asked
Sadie, dutifully, as abe laid the blue-and-
white skeins in the chair beside her.
No; can wind my own yarn awhile
yet thank goodness Come ter think, you
may lay it in the cupboard there. I'm going
ter run down town afore wind it."
And her eyes twinkled with new resolu.
ton as she brought out faded shawl, and
bonnet that showed signs of years OF
usage.
Not in this rain, Aunt Sally !" said he,
niece, in astonishment.
Who's ter hinder me, I'd like ter
know 2" answered the old lady, tartly, ns
she deliberately tied her bonnet-strings and
drew on pair of black silk mtts.
;" If you want anything, let me gol"
urged Sadie.
I'm nuther sugar nor salt, and leetle
victim can't hurt me one mite Where's nv
umbrel ? Thank ye, child, fer the offer l.
but you can't tend ter my business to-day"
with chuckle of satisfaction. "There-
yer marin is a-callin' ye this mint. I'll be
back by supper-time, and want some nice,
warm short-cako. I'm sure ter be hungry,
child, and you'll remember"
She paused ON the threshold for the an
swer. II there was one thing Aunt Sally
liked above another, that one thing was
nice. warm short-cake.
"Pll remember, Aunt Sally. Don't go
far in the rain," answered Sadie, with
| laugh.
And the old-fashioned figure disappeared
down the street, amid the rain and mist.
Sadie's eyes would have opened in sur
| prise could she have seen her enter law
| yer's office, bank and real estate Office in
quick succession, unmindful of the wind
! and wet, and at last start for home, her
aged face beaming with satisfaction.
With one hand she clutched her pocket,
and with tho other weak arm she vainly
strove to hold the "umbrel" in place
against the furious wind.
owen see If Charles Davis goes off ten
| the Black Hills ter seek his fortune I" she
| muttered, triumphantly, as she gave her
pocket an extra squeeze, and smile parted
her thin lips as she felt the rattle of paper
within her fingers. Sally's good girl, If
she has got new tangled notions. She's
named fer me, for all she's kinder 'shamed
of the old-fashioned name, and calls it
Sadie; and she's good and patient with the
old woman-that she is. Yes, they're oil
| good ter me, an they don't mistrust- But
Sally shall have it-yes, Sally shall have it,
ev'ry cent P'raps she'll let me live with
her."
How dit it happen2 Who can tell 1t
was one of the accidents that arc forever
happening. F
The daylight was fading into darkness,
the mist covered the street, the crossing was
wet and slippery, and Aunt Sally's feet were
not so young and sure as they once we're.
A pair of spirited horses dashed along,
urged by careless, impatient driver the
umbrella was blown from her hand, she
slipped, and fell under the hard hoofs Of
the prancing team.
A strong arm snatchod her back from in.
slant death, but the uplfted feet, with THEN
cruel, iron shoes. had given the death.
wound.
She put ons hand to her head and smiled
family as she looked up into Charles Davis
face, for he was her rescuer.
~ canae just In tme." he said, cheerily,
| 90 he drew her arm within hie own uucon