The west Tennessee star. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1888, 1888-06-01

the severe test of n market value, and |
the girls heart sank as she entered |
next morning the huge establishment
of Fitch & Co. Mr.. Fitch himself came
forward cordially to meet her, but
Natalie, hardly waiting for his greet
ing, fastened to speak before her
courage left her.
''Mr. Fitch, have come to ask a
great favor of you. You know have
been teaching since my fathers death
in our high school at B. But my
health is not very good, and the doctor
thinks l need a change, so want to
turn my own accomplishment to
practical use. and earn some money by
my chicken pies"
Chicken pies!'' calculated the as
tonished grocer, with visions of the
usual young-lady-like pastry floating
in his brain.
Eyes, and I hope to succeed, too.
I he favor ask of you is to sell them
for neon shares. of course
''My dear Miss Raymond - Mr..
Fitch had recovered his affability, and
! concealed his amusement at what he
regarded as a childish prOject-'I
shall only be too happy to do more
than that Tor your fathers daughter.
Tell me your plan"
Il propose, she answered, with
| business-like directness, ''to make pies
of three sizes, which will sell for
twenty-five and fifty cents and one
dollar"
"How will you get them into meP
| Have Won tbOuoht of thatPp
Eyes, and arranged for it. A boy
who has been my pupil, and who is
poor enough to want the money, will
for tri1e bring in my hamper early
on three mornings of the week If
YOU win help me, I viii send you
enough for trial the day after to-
morrow.
1--WE must certainly test the scheme,
Miss Raymond. will help you as far
as 1 can. And now let me give you a
note to u poultry man who will let you
have your chickens at first price. He
ought, for you will need a great many
if you succeed"
''And mean to succeedr' exclaimed
Natalie, with rising courage. Good
morning, Mr.. Fitch, and 1 thank you
| 50 uuCu 1OE your dSSlSIduCes
zone moment. Miss Raymond What
am l to call these piesp"
Call them?"
Eyes. You see, people viii ask at
once who made them. Oh, customers
are very particular and suspicious
about those things-especially the class
/ have. Now, if you are willing
should just name them Miss Ray
mond's pies and let everybody know
you are the cook, I'll warrant l can
sell themI" added Mr.. Fitch. fired al
last by the confidence of the young
girl.
'Do so, then, by all means. I an
not ashamed of any honest work thai
can help my mother and sisters. Girls
have been foolish about that too long
you are right; and 1 am glad Il
know one who is mott
Then followed such q busy day
Such dressing of chickens, such Sitting
1 of flour. such rolling of pastry, deli
, cate and flaky enough to tempt the
2 appetite of an epicure! And when the
, tired little cook went to bed that nigh
twelve chicken pies of various size
r stood ranged on the storeroom shelves
= baked to a golden brown. There wer,
dispatched early the next morning BY
the trusty John Diggs. accompanied
t by a large card on which was written
/ ''Put in a mild oven and heat through
slowly"
? That Thursday was an anxious da,
of waiting for the result of the grea
! experiment. Late in the afternoon
message came for Natalie, calling he
t to the telephone office. Eagerly sh
D fastened on her wraps and ran to tn
t shop near by, where, with trembling
t hand, she raised the telephOne-cup t
q her ear. So much depended upon tina
D message and her brain grew cOnfuse
and her ears uncertain of their duty
t till suddenly pleasant voice spoke, a
if almost at her elbow. 1T is l, Fitch
I 1 wanted to tell you that they are al
Y sold, every one of them. And if yo
+ can make it convenient to send i
twice as many on Saturday, it will be
t good day for them"
$ THANK you. They shall be there.
= Natalie flew back over the icy pave
e ment, and burst into the little sittin
room, lncoherently glad. ''Mamma
r mammal It's all right! Chicken-pie
G forever and long life to my expert
It mentp'
" And then how they all laughed an
cried together, and how Janet took a
# the credit to herself, and Margare
It suggested starting a private pOultr
Il yard, and Natalie answered that
a wasn't bad idea! And then Jane
made them all laugh by saying. sober
p ", you must not crow too soon.
=, mo" said Natalie, cit isn't a questio
= of growing, but of killing the CROW
# ersr'
! Seriously" interpOsed the mothe
eve must not be too elated by this SUI
v cess, for we can not be sure yet that
At is real and lasting"
/ But is was. for the pies were indee
delicious. Natalie worked hard
10 make them perfect. and she had he
le reward in disposing Of six dozen in Il
following week. At the end of th'
/ time Mr.. Finch came out to see then
a deeply interested in the scheme who's
success had filled him with amazement
m As he put into Natalie's hand son
crisp bank notes and little loose 81
70 yer, he said:
III There your money. Miss RaymOn'
10 and l only wish there were more sci
o. sible girls in the world. You've mao
e success of this because you've dor
W what you knew you could do 1CeiI, al
N that's the secret of success everywher
Id If. now, Madam, turning to Mrs. Ra
a mond, ''your daughter can think
Id something else as delicious and salab
m as the pies, it will be good thing. Flo