Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1886-07-15
Two Of u Kind.

Guess III have look at EN-
OF all things, Mrs. Pilkington was
least able to resist a bargain.
The old Pilkington farmhouse at
home, was crammed full of bargains"
possible and impossible. The bureau
drawers overaowel with bargains"
which were of no use to anyone the
trunks were packed full of bargains
And here, on the crowded curb.
stones of Grand Street, the swinging
r;isteboard sign of "Great Bargains
Within y attracted her attention hur-
riel though she was with the manifold
errards which yet remained incom-
plete.
| She had lot of damaged table.linen
under her arm, and some cheap hosiery
in her bag, and a dozen towels with
misprinted borders in her pocket,
and here she was crowding into the
Grand Street store to buy IL blue spot
ted pongee neckerchief for eighteen
cents
Itll do for. Sara Janetta to wa'ar
around her neck of cool evenin,
said Mrs. Pilkington, and eigheteen
cents is really very cheap for real pom
gee
Mrs. Pilkington lived in little
brown rooted farm house on the Hous!-
tonic River, and her main errand up to
town had been to buy store carpet
for her best room floor, and to exchange
an old sewing machine for something
of il newer order.
Her cousin, Mrs Bruce Babbitt, who
had spent the summer months at the
farm, and made the most possible trou-
bic for the least possible pay, had also
engaged to hunt her up a "hclp" from
the nearest intelligence office, and have
the same on hand when the "fve-tour
train" left the Grand Central Depot
that afternoon.
And sure enough, when the lady
from the country arrived, red and
painting, at the depot, with disheveled
hair, bent bonnet, and shaw dragged
all awry, Il modest young girl stood at
the door with a card bearing the name
of Mrs. Bruce B.bbitt, in her hand.
Is it Mrs. Pilklngton?' said she.
you amt the new sewing machine,
be you:' said Mrs. Pilkington, rubbing
her nose with a puzzled air. Nor yet
the eighteen yards Of carpet from Stony.
bridge and Bounces
Il am Phoebe, said the Young wom-
an. Phoebe, at nine dollars a month,
if am lucky enough to suit you,
ma am"
She was pretty, blue eyed lass with
il fresh complexion, and neat gown Of
green and white serr-sucker, and she
wore bonnet of her own trimming,
with q cluster of butter cups on the
side.
Mrs Plkington looked dubiously at
her. She had prepared herself to en-
pect stout, red handed drudge.
1t did not seem possible that this
delicate little apple-blossom of Il girl
could he servant. of. all work!
But there, sure enough, was her cre-
dentials, and the bell, even then, was
changing for the closing Of the gates.
Come on said Mrs. Pl,kington, and
she rushed through, dragging Phoebe
after her. Its strange, though, that
the carpet and the sewing machine
amt here
Did you expect carpet and sewing
machine, ma am Phoebe asked, re-.
spectfully.
I bought EN- and paid for en- said
Mrs. Pilkington, impressively, and l
don't see why they amt here
Perhaps they will be sent by express
suggested Phoebe. a-
Il declare to goodness, I never tho't
of that said Mrs. Pilkington.
And she skurried through the crowd
ed car to find seat.
1t was the dusk Of Il chilly May even.
ing when they reached Blackblrds $
Hollow; and alighted IN the midst of
dense pines and signing tamaracks.
If pilkington hain't remembered to
come and meet us, l shall be mad sald
Mrs Pilkington, stretching her neck
forward the better to survey the gllm.
merng curves of the road And Pill
kington is always forgetting My
goodness, gracious me what's that"
as Phi pbe stopped 10 recover something
which she had inadvertly let fall.
NV handkerchief, ma am
Mrs. Pilkington made grasp at it..
Your handkerohiefN she screamed.
Mine. Won mean-minX thief, good