The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1886-01-21
THE NEWELL GIRLS.

bytAht, ana lo reets " tuncIipk hs6
souied all the sweetness and shsrpened al
the angles OF bis nstare. 80 that the VII
layers we're excnsAble for considering hi
deceAse % happy release for his daush
iers. II not for the old captain.
What the girls going 10 do nov, s'lina'
askcd Miss Dorthy Baxter. leaning oyel
The gsisfos . chat with Selma Rogers
Who vas securing the steps Of the Newell
mansion a. the finishing touch TO heI
cleaning.
Selma was in haste and answered
shortly. Sames other folks dot have 10
make their own livin', reckon. They
amt 90 bad of; they've got the house and
garding.
There's where you're in q mistake.
lS'lina Margaret Newell never did ~ 9th
er folks do yii. an she Aint goin' TO begin
now. shouldn't be = mite surprised II
she set up to be q lawyer. or doctor, or
something new tangled.
4 Well, said Selma. she haint consulted
me abou. it, but I'll be bound she'd make
. smarter lswyerlthAn that gump OF jim
Downey any day, and she emptisd her
suds with quick swing around the roots
OF her favorite rose bush
Goodness, S'lina. you've splsshed my
new slpacky! Ish'd think you might be
more keerful. flingin' slops about, and
Miss Dorthy walked on with . vexed
air. while Selma marched grsvely into
her kitchen.
Margaret Newell, sitting behind the
curtain OF her window, heard the talk,
aud haghed little at its abrupt termina-
tion.
She's right. though, she said to Helen.
We must do something. and at once. Aunt
Jemima will not send US anything now
papa is gone. wouldn't touch it il she
did, and what is there for girls TO do?
One thing is sure; we must pay Selma
and let her Co. OF course We cannot af-
ford to keep servant.
Margaret took her purse and went to
the kitchen.
We hate to let you 60. Selma; II seems
as If you belonged to us after all these
years, but you will have your choice
Of good places l know Of q dozen peo-
pie who would be glad TO get you at any
price.
Selins was polishing her bare elbows on
the towel, and she gave it . whisk across
her eyes before she answered:
Well, / don't cal'late to live out for .
spell. l sh'd feel as il I'd been sold into
bondage I've got q good machine, and
there's lots want plain sewin' here, and
kinder workin' round for my board, it
would suit me better'n being cooped in
one OF the boarding houses
2 Marsaress heart grew lighter at the
very thought OF keeping the faithful wo-
man in the family.
l wonder il We couldn't oil taksin Sow
ing togetheri she said. But Ssiina shook |
her head.
You might stan II. Miss Margaret.
though you know you hate sewin' but
Helen never coHld, She's her mother
over again; slim waist and narrow shoul-
ders. Stitchin' would run her right
down. Ifyou wasn't ladies now, but just
common sort O. folks, there's something
you could do to make money . sight
easier than slavin' over yosr needle. but
lawful sskes! don't know bat your pA
would rise up in his grave to hear me
speak Of it,
What do you mean. Selma? You know
very we'll that Helen and have no fool
ish ideas about responsibility. do hate
sewing; that is to make business OF
III 1 would . great deal sooner drop corn
u hoe potatoes. II any one would hire
ne.
Well, said Selens, it's something I've
hought OF sight ever since the railroad
,ame acrsss the orchard. Seemed at first
IS il never could forgive 'em for cuttin'
lown the Elder Sweetin trees, and not
Gavin, . tree OF decent bakin' apples.
But bime-by got to thinkin' how tody
ould get their money out OF 'em after all.
iow you just look s-here. Miss Msrga-
ct, and Selma drew back the curtain with
sweep OF her long arm. and nodded her
ead significantly. |,
Margaret looked from the window
cross q slopiug garden, filed with flow
rs aud small fruits, from which the rail-
oad had cut of the lower corner. Across
be track lowered the ugly water tank, in
ront Of which train was standing. The
assengers were looking from the win
ows, aud crowding the platforms. some ,
ven making their way along the yellow
lay OF the embankment in their imps- 4
ence 70 reach the restaurant from
hose door gong was sending forth its i
orrible din. Selinas face wore . smile
I mingled pity and contempt as she
'atched them.
They're in an awful stew TO get into =
IAN Conley's tavern. and ill themselves !
'ith toush meat and sossy potatoes and .
our bread, and the slops Jane Conley =
AlIs coffee. And they'll pay him the
rice OF good meal for that miserable
Iuff. Nov there's some seasibls folks
ravel on railroads as we'll as heap Of
,ols; and don't you see. Miss Margaret.
nice tidy boy should come along un- i
er them car windows. with big tray i
overed With white cloth. and lot Of l
ice little lunches oil put upin white pA-
or. for quarter. he could sell ~ many I
) there Was passengers? And II he bad O
table In the arbor. couidnt he Just do
usiuessl You like to cook. Mis- Marga I
u. and II you'd make nice. sweet rolls
nd such wholesome vittleA and Helen