The Hot Springs star. (Hot Spings [Hot Springs], Dakota [Dakota Territory, i.e. S.D.]) 1886-189?, 1888-08-17
A LITTLE sHop-c1R1..

nov to make cinnamon apple tarta.
too. and lemon drops, and cocoanut
balls"
Grace. 1 do believe you have taken
cave OF your senses" said Mcdora
.Iay. "Onc would think it was dis
grace enough for Aunt Deborah-our
w mothers sister-to open a horrid
little huckstcr shop without orr mix
ing ourselves up in the affair.""
Aunt Dolby must live, you know"
,aid Grace, who was percllcd, kitten
ashton, ON the window-sill. feeding the
canary with bits Of sparkling White
sugar; "And Cousin Nixon couldn't
S"cp her amy longer. and her eyes are
'i"t strong enough for fine nccdiework,
and her education has not fitted her to
i" q teacher. and her poor old rllell-
matte bones keep her from going be-
..'ind a counter or entering o factory.
suppose you wouldn't be willing 10
have her como here aud live with
vou?"
'l!' cried Mcdora. "Do YOU SUM-
= se l want to proclaim to tho whole
1"wn that have such a dilapidatcd old
relation as that?"
sAnS lIGI quick enough
said Grace. ''if l didn'iboard with Mrs.
ltowitt. and share ,im li',ln upstairs
,ack room with the two children. just
wait until l marry 0ome rich man."
she added. with q sauey uplifting of
,er auburn brows, ''and then sec if l
don't furnish up q stately apartment
Tor Aunt Debby!'
don't talk nonsense" said Mcdora.
scidly. Its very likely, isn't it, that
. factory girl like you is going to mar.
ry II rich man?"
Grace Craxall laughed mcrrily. All
through life she and her cousin, Me-
dora May, had agreed to differ on most
POINTS. Grace, seeing no other career
before her had, ON tho death of her last
:"rviying parent, cheerfully entered a
'actory, while Mcdora, taking her
.tand on the platform of false gentility,
had done fine sewing and silk en-
broidcry on the SLY 10 support herself,
nutting on all the airs of a young lady
of fashion the while. And now Aunt
Deborah May, to the infinite disgust of
her aristocratically inclined niece. had
actually opened a little low-windowcd
shop in Il shady street. just out of the
main thoroughfarc. and, as Medora de-
spairingly expressed it, ''gone into
For Aunt Debby, in her bewildcred
loneliness. had scarcely known what to
do until Grace Craxall came to the res
II with her hopeful courage and
straightforward common sense.
81 only wish it wasn't sinful to take
Il good big dose of laudanum and put
myself out of the way" sighed tho poor
old lady.
"Now, Aunt Debby. that doesn't
sound u bit like you," said Grace
checrfully.
..lsut what am 1 to dop" said Aunt
Deborah.
What can you do?" said Grace.
81 don't know as I am good for any,
thing" said the old lady, with a quiet
tear or two. except to help around the
house. and I amt strong enough for
regular hired help. Your uncle always
used to say that 1 was q master hand at
making bread"
"Then make it," brightly interrupt
cd Grace.
"Ehp" said Aunt Debby.
"Thcrc's a nice little store to let on
Bay street," went on Grace. "for $40 q
month";"
But 1 haven't got $40 a month";"
fecbly interrupted Aunt Deborah.
"l'll lend it to you." said Grace.
tout of the wages l have saved. And
there's a pretty bedroom ut the back
of the shop. and a clean. dry basement
,,spInss ~ nn,t,n,sn van N l.nl,n VrDsvse
broad. l know, for tho sister of tho
lady where I board is looking for dress
making rooms, and l heard hcr speak
ing about it"
"Do you mean to open q bakcryp"
said bewildcred Aunt Dcbby.
mot exactly that" explained Grace.
But if Mrs. Hewitt or Mrs. Taylor. or
any other of the ladies around here
could get real homemade bread, such
as you make, do you suppose they
would put up with tho our stuff they
get at the bakers shops? And you
could easily get up q reputation on
your raisin cakes and fried crullers,
and New England pumpkin pies. Now
couldn't your"
The old lady frightened up q little.
Il used to DO pretty good Mt cook,
ing" said she. 'And il You think !
could support myself So"
II am sure of. itr' cried cheerful
Grace. ..And I'll go there with you
this very day to look at the place, and
will engage 1t for three months on
trial. Aud I can paint you o sign to
put over your door: Homemade
bread by Mrs. Deborah May!' And I'll
hem you some curtains and arrange
tile shelves in the low window! ! al.
most wish I was going TO beyour shop
GRIT" she added merrily. "But ] can
help you in the evening, you know"
Grace Craxall's prophecies proved
correct. Aunt Debby's delicious home.
made bread, whittier than powdered
lilies, swcet'as ambrosia, soon acquired
u reputation, and the old lady could
scarcely bake'it fast enough. People
came half u dozen blocks to buy the
yellow pumpkin pics and delicious APP
pie tarts; children brought their hoard
ed pennies to invest in chocolate sweet
meats, vanilla caramels. and cream
cakes with puffy shells and delicious
centcrs Of sweetness. The little mon.
cy drawer grew fat with coins. and
Aunt Debby's dim eyes grew bright
and hopeful again.
And one day Herbert Valance. walk.
ing with Medora May, stopped and
looked In.
sIsn't that your cousin Grace" said
he. s'behind the counterp"
Medora turned crimson with vexa,
.Mx.cousin Gracer, she said. ..No