The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1885-09-05

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81 know I'm pretty old to be
lookin' arter a situation" said Miss
Comfort Fairhaven, but / cant
starve, nor / won't beg, so what's
there left ? We had good farm
once, but my brother couldn't rest
till he speckilated it all away, and
now he's gone and I'm all alone.
So, if you know of good place as
housekeeper, or matron in an asy-
lum, or general overseer, l don't
much care where"
The intelligence office keeper,
with slight shrug of his shoulders,
broke in on the torrent of his should
ers, broke in planatory eloquence.
"What wages did you ask ?"
II amt particular about that so
long as it's a good home"
"Here's a place that might suit
you-housekeeper wanted at Mr..
Duponceau's, No.-Fifth avenue.
You might try it, although I hardly
think person like you would suit. "
amt young, l know" said Miss
Comfort, with a sigh, "but there's a
deal of tough work left in me yet.
Give me the address-shan't give
up and starve without tryin' for it. ="
Yet, in spite of all her philoso-
ply, Miss Comforts heart, like that
of the queen of Sheba of old, grew
faint within her as she sat in the
luxurious reception room of the
Fifth avenue mansion, surrounded
by silken chairs, gilded tables,
flashing mirrors and pictures, whose
radiant skies might have been paint
ed in liquidized gold, so rare and
were they"
"I'm almost sorry / come ?''
thought Miss Comfort. 81 don't
fairly believe 1 can give satisfaction
here"
While the thought was passing
through her mind, the door swung
open, and tall young lady in a
blue silk mourning robe entered-a
young lady with golden brown hair
looped after the fashionable style
over her brow, and deep blue eyes.
Miss Comfort rose and dropped a
stiff little courtesy.
"I've called to see" she began
but to her amazement the rest Of
her speech was abruptly checked by
the young lady's arms being thrown
round her neck.
"Oh, Pm so glad to see you; 81
thought l never should see you
again. l went to the old farm, but
you had had gone away, nobody
knew whitherW
And she hugged Miss Comfort
more enthusiastically than ever
with bright tears sparkling on hel
eyelashes.
"Why," demanded the bewilder-
ed spinster, "who are you?"
"I'm Essie Don't you remem
Der little Essie Bell that you gavC
the five dollar bill to in the twi
light by the wild rose bushes, when
n
"Oh-o-o-hl" |" exclaimed Mis-
Comfort. "You don't mean to say
you're that"
And here she stopped, nearl!
angled by Essie's renewed em
aces, while she listened to tn,
~,ory of how grandpapa had adopt
ed her and how she was surround
ed by all that luxury could devils
or art invent.
"And l have longed to see yoC
again." added Essie, 'for if it ha,
not been for your kindness pap
never could have lived to reach hi
home. And you shall live with M
always now, and be my darling oil
friend"
"No," said Miss Comfort, gravel
shaking her head. I've come t
apply for Il situation as housekeepe
and if you won't give it to me, VIII
l must go elsewhere"
And Essie was obliged to cor
, sent.
! "But mind" she said, noddin
the golden masses of her crepe hal
"I shall give you what wages
please! Grandpa always entrust
! those things to my management"
So Miss Comfort Fairhaven stay
!, ed nominally as housekeeper-rea
! ly the trusted and revered head {
the establishment, and her declinin
years were surrounded by peac
and luxury she never had dared
dream of in her loftiest aspiration
Miss Comfort Fairhaven had il
= vested the five-dollar bill advant
geously. She had cast her brea
upon the waters, and after man
DAYS it had returned to her.