Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1885-10-28

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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 il was since
she had had one, when her mother
said:
Come to think of it, Jane, YOU haint
had 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
a 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 l was q girl, but we didn't
get 'em to look as nice as the dyers do
now"
While the mother was talking, the
dress-maker's 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 II number of
times before, but as Jane told her
mother, THE unexpected exgencies of
the times had occasioned n rush upon
the Blue Bank and the deposits had to
be drawn out" But now the financial
outlook seemed to be favorable one.
IL won't make Jacobs folks ashamed
of me-" she thought, as she pinned the
pieces together. IF can't go 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 Off 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 Eastr'
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
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never sounded more sweetly. She
entered the church, just as the choir
arose to sing the morning anthem. She
was dressed in her new suit, and all ewes
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 n great favorte in the village and
her friends were so glad that she was
going to have an outing.
Deacon Brown read sermon in
slow, drawing tone. and Jane Cary
wondered why he should have selected
such dull, prosy one. She could not
| get sufficiently interc ;tcd 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. Viv;dly before her minds
eye came the placatd 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 train running 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
n knock at the door. 1t was the .bov
from the telegraph Office. He handed
Jane Cary dispatch, and as she took
it in her hand she trembled violently
1t was The first telegram she had ever
received. She opened it and read:
~ broke my leg yesterday. Come at once
SAM CARY"
She paid the boy the money to be col
lected for the message, and calming
herself as best she could, she went back
to the sitting-room.
'I'm not going to Jacobs, after all,
mother" she said quietly.
Not going to Jacobs! What on
earth has happened now?"
"Sam has broken his leg, mother.
and has telegraphed me to go immedi-
ately to Deerlield.
"Broken his lcgr' his mother ex-
claimed. "Well, never did see such
an unlucky fellow as Sam is! It's the
strangest thing ever heerd tell of, Just
as you was already to start, tool What
are you going to do about it, Janep"
snake another run on the Blue
Bank of course, and go to Deerlield
tomorrow morning, and bring Sam
home rs soon as L can. Our expenses
will be too heavy if we keep him there"
Its too bad. Jane, too bad. You
were awfully set on going to Jacobs
this time, want youP"
'I'vc learned not to be disappointed
at anything, mother" she replied,
calmly.
Before she went to sleep she wrote in
her diary: delays teach patience and
care teaches faith, and press of business
makes us look out for minutes to give
to God, and disappointment is a special
message to summon our thoughts to
heaven. If. when they all come, we
would seek not to run away from them,
but to learn Gods lesson in them, we
should soon leave off calling them try
ing"
The next morning the villagers were
standing in the store, the postoflice and |
in the street, telling each other that |
Sam Cary had broken his leg, and his
sister Jane wasn't going West after all.
An old farmer. who heard the news as |
he was going into the postonicc for his
mall said:
''Pity it hadn't been Sam Cary's |