The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1885-06-20

tugged and took care of me-"
'If there is any one who deserves an
outing it's your Jane" said Mrs. Bar
ker. Everybody is glad she is going"
"Yes, James earned a vacation, and
a good long one, too" the mother re-
piled. But folks don't always get
what they earn in this world, I've found
out. Luck always does seem to go
agin some folks"
Don't talk that way, mother" the
daughter replied as she pinned a pat
tern on to the piece of black cashmere
and traced out its dimensions with her
scissors. Don't you believe peoples
paths are marked out for themP"
We'll, sometimes | do. Jane, and
then again l don't. But we can't none
of us understand the Lord dealings
with us.
His wonders to perform
"1t's time my dinner was going"
Mrs. Barker said, glancing up at the
face of the tall clock which stood in one
corner of the room. IN try to run in
and see you again before you go, Miss
Cary"
After the neighbor went out Jane
Cary pinned the different pieces belong
inc to the chosen pattern on to the long
piece of black cashmere. She turned
them around and upside down, all sorts
of ways, to save the cloth. She was
well used to such planning She had
worked at dress-making for nearly
twenty years. She had had great
many small patterns of goods to deal
with, and many customers, who knew
she would make their small patterns go
farther then they could themselves. A
new dress was quite an event in Jane
Cary's life. She was Just calculating
in her own mind how long it was since
she had had one, when her mother
said:
Come to think of it, Jane, you haint
had a new dress for over six years. You
turned your black alpaca and made it
over three times 1t looks real good
and will do to wear to save this one for
long spell, yet. And that brown me-
rinO you had dyed two years ago-that
looks almost like new. | declare its
wonderful how nice they dye things
nowadays. We used to have our own
dye-pots and color our dresses our
selves when | was girl, but we didn't
get 'em to look as nice as the dyers do
now"
While the mother was talking, the
dress makers scissors were busy cut
ting out the different portions of the
new garment. Jane Cary was going to
have an outing, and an outing in Jane
Cary's life was as great an event as a
new dress. The money to pay the
travelling expenses was hidden away in
their great grandmother blue sugar
bowl on the top shelf of the china closet.
The same amount had been deposited
there for the same purpose a number of
times before, but as Jane told her
mother, The unexpected eXigencies of
the times had occaSioned a rush upon
the Blue Bank and the deposits had to
be drawn out" But now the financial
outlook seemed to be a favorable one.
II won't make Jacobs folks ashamed
of me, )" she thought, as she pinned the
, pieces together IF 1 can't 90 to see
folks and make good appearance, I'll
stay at home. When you visit your re-
lations you want them to feel like show
ING YOU of, :" The little dress-maker
laid down her scissors, as she thought
how proudly Jacob and his wife would
say: This is my sister, Miss Cary, from
the Eastn
BY Saturday night the dress was fin
ished and the new trunk was packed,
for Jane Cary was going to start on the
early train Monday morning. There
was no settled minister at that time in
the New England village, but the serv-
ices were held regularly every Sunday
in the church
When Jane Cary heard the bells
ringing that particular Sunday morn
ING, it seemed to her as if they had
never sounded more sweetly. She
entered the church. Just as the choir
arose to sing the morning anthem. She
was dressed in hernew suit, and all ewes
r were turned toward her as she walked
, down the aisle. Everybody knew that
Jane Cary was going West the next
morning to visit her brother Jacob. She
was a great favorite in the village and
her friends were so glad that she was
, going to have an outing.
Deacon Brown read a sermon in q
slow, drawing tone. and Jane Cary
wondered why he should have selected
such dull, prOsy one. She could not
get sufficiently interested in it to keep
her mind off from the prospective
journey. She kept wondering whether
: she would get into the night train when
she changed cars at Grand City, and
whether her trunk would have to be re-
checked. And then she remembered
that she had neglected putting an extra
pocket inside her dress to carry her
money in. Vividly before her mind :
eye came the placafd she had seen in
the picture of the large depot, and the
words printed in capital letters: "BE-
WARE OF PICKPoCKETs.
When the service was ended, Jane
Cary felt conscience smitten to think
that she had allowed so many things to
distract her mind in the house of the
Lord. She began to imagine the posi-
bilities of the trainrunning off the track.
In the evening when she sat with her
mother, hearing the messages that were
to be given to Jacobs folks, there was
a knock at the door. 1t was the bow
from the telegraph office. He handed
Jane Cary dispatch, and as she took
it in her hand she trembled violently.
1t was She first telegram she had ever
received. She opened it and read:
| 81 broke my leg Yesterday. Come at once.