Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-09-18
A WEEKS VACATION.

"Well, did you lind out?'
Eyes. can take week nextmonth
And your" = .3
I'll can have week as soon as ! like"
Della Freeman and Cora Gregory
stood looking at each other, i'll the
New York Elevated Railroad station
where they had met, with such utter
delight in their faces that the boy at
enews-table stared, and the man at
the ticketbox. ais he lowered their
tickets with 8 jerk Of the handle, con-
Guided that something remarkable had
happened. ,.-,-.
1t was nothing very great after: all
which the two girls discussed. in ami
mated tones all the way up town, al
most missing their station in their alb
sorption, which they were still talking
over so eagerly as to forgetSto take off
their wraps when they stood in the
plainly-furnished little third floor
back which they called home--noth-f,
ing very great, only the prospect of a
weeks vacation.
But to two girls, whoEhad bent over
a typewriter and stood at q glove
counter for a. year without rest; who
had got up early every morning to pre-
pare their breakfast over thelittlegas-
stove, taken q sandwich or two for
lunch for economy's sake, and come
home to get their dinner YEARLY, with
the help Of the gas-stove again; and
who had somehow managed to make all
their dresses between times-to these
girls weeks vacation was great
event.
"A weeks rest, a, week s freedom from
the toll OF the glove-counter, weeks
forgetfulness of the purple ink Of the
typewriter,
well 60 as far into the country as
our money, viii take u.s., DELL. said
Cora, raising her bright eyes to the
face OF the elder girl, as they sat por-
ing over column OF "country board,
advertisements after dinner "Won't
Sam be lonesome, thought" she added,
with alaughingglance at a photograph
ON the lnantle-the pleasant face of
the young head of;the dress-goods de-
partment-and at the ring ON Della's
hand
fsI presume he'll live through it, )"
Della laughed. "Oh, Cora! won't it be
nice? I don't know how to- wait!' i
x x X
"rhere's the buggy, Burt, said Mrs.
Marsh, joining her stalwart son at the
front window: "they've come"
She spoke in an awed tone, and gaz-
ed apprehensively at the two young
ladies who stepped down from the
dusty vehicle, looking about delighted
ly at the pretty yard before them, with
it's scatterd NAPLES and it's blooming
hower-beds.
Something OF her distrust was
Swallowed in the face Of the yotng man
as he went out to help his father, who
had driven the newcomers from the
station, to carry in the small trunk
they had brought.
II don't know but we've done fool
ish thing" Mrs Marsh had observed,
in troubled tones, when it has been
fairly settled by letter that the two
Young ladies from New York were com
ing for q week. "Whatever we're
going to do will. 'em is more than I
know. Nothingll be good enough for
'ein; nothing'l suit 'en; they'll just
sit around with their hands folded
and complain Of things between them
selves. II ratherguess we've undert took
more than we can manage"
And that had come to be thegeneral
convictions of the family.
Burt Marsh, however, forgot his
prejudice for moment, as he looked
into Cora Gregory's, blue eyes--Della
had tripped up Che gravel walk, and
was talking pleasantly to Mrs. Marsh
in. The hall-forgot it SO far as to take
her little travelling bag from her hand
and walk up to the door with her, in
stead, OF helping his father with the
trunk-forgot it so far as TO sit next
her at the dinner-table, and carry on
q lively conversation; might have Tor
gotten it entirely, iii his mother had
nor recalled him to himself. I'LL. ~,
stOf all things, Burt Marsh!" she
said, as she poured dipper Of hot
water over the dinner dishes, "don' t
get to thinking too much Of them girls
either Of 'em. Doyou s'pose they'd
look twice at you? And i they would,
what Kind Of q wife would one ofthem
make for. a Woodworking farmer?
Look at emf she pointed to where