Sturgis advertiser. (Sturgis, Dakota [S.D.]) 1887-1???, 1888-04-25
ITiNERANT MILLINERY,

I always lOf0odW now IL would turn
cut" said Mrs. Mynton. "You can
bear witness. girls, that I prophesied
this from the beginning. She isn't
strong enough to work in a store.
She's no sort of uss about the house;
and here she's siok on our hands, and
NO telling how long it is going to last.
with every prospect of doctors bill,
ana Mynton's salary just cut down on
account of the duh season coming on,
and business being slack, and"
Hush, mammal, said Angelina
Mynton. lifting her finger with gest-
ure which denoted caution. '.She
hears you"
1t was true. The black mist was
floating away from Phebe Clissold's
obscured vision-the words. which al
first sounded like the distant buzzing
from beehive, now assumed form
and distinclpess.
u am ~ sorry Amt Mynton,'
said she. II will try not to be bur-
den to YOU. Indeed" with faint
sns 10 f1ickcrfng around her white lips,
81 did not faint away on purpose; but
the store was so hot, and the ventila-
tiop so poor-if could have q few
drops of water to drink -"
Phebe Clissoid had been left an or
phan ut the age of 10. Her nearest
relative--a brother of her deceased
ipother-was bank clerk in the city.
and to him she had naturally directed
her footsteps. He had succeeded in
obtaining for her situation in great
fancy store; aud in this, her first quar-
ter, she had ignominiously broken
down.
.She cannot endure long hours and
close confinement" said DIR. Falkney.
''She must have plenty of exercise and
fresh air."
Exercise" bitterly repeated Mrs.
Myntoa, in whose heart years of pri-
yatiun and toll had well-nigh soured
toe milk of human kindness. "But
we don't keep carriage and pair, Dr.
Falkney, neither do we have time to
walk in the park. Fresh air! We live
in fiat. and tho bedrooms are lighted
by gas and ventilated through the
shaft, and things can't be helped SO
far as see."
(. DR.. Falkney shook his head.
SLOW poison" said he, ''for . girl
OF ier temperament"
Phebe, lying on the lounge, in the
adjoining room, and slowly knitting =
pair of socks for the last Mynton baby,
heard all this. She put two and two
together in her mind.
.'They don't want me here, " thought
she sadly. II am an incumbrance;
and DR.. Falkney says am not to go
back to the store. The question is,
what am 1 TO dor Exercise! Fresh
air! Aunt Mynton is right; there
seems to be no prospect of my attain
ing any such luxuries."
As she lay there, she watched Ange-
lima Mynton trying to trim her last
seasons hat with three yards Of
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES ribbon,
and bunch of yellow primroses.
Evidently Angelina was no milliner.
She twisted the ribbon this way and
that; she pinned the primroses. first ON
enc side then another. and finally end
ed by finging down the bonnet with
an exclamation OF despair.
Hateful old thing!' she cried; II
cant do anything with IT."
Phebe laid down her knitting-nee-
dies.
Give 1t 10 me-" said she.
A few dexterous folds and turnings
sftks ribbons. dainty adjustment OF
the much-abused primroses. and Phebe
held up the bonnet to Angelina's adj
miring glance.
"How do you like it nowp" said she.
Angelina claspcd her needle-pricked
fingers in admiration. u
.Oir, it's iovelyin' cried she. sit
ism ike tine same nat How did you
do it. Pnebep"
81 don't know" said Phebe. II al
ways used to trim my own hats. and
my mother's / like to do 1t.
you ought to be a millincr," said
Angelina. Only" with Sudden re-
collection. .Dr. Falkney says you can
not be shut up in o store. and mill
liners trade is about as combining as
any there is.
Eyes. assented Phebe with sigh.
DR.. Falkney. was q quiet. brief
spoken man OF 40. and bachelor at
that. He had practiced medicine In
the same neighborhood for ten years,
and never felt that any element was
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