The Penn's Grove record., 1889-02-16
A Good Deeds Reward.

All the wlseacres said, after Charity
Chipman's father died, that she would
have to hire a man to run the farm.
She thought differently, and, having
taken charge Of everything herself,
found at the end of the year a nice
little profit to herself in the bank.
The day before Thanksgiving she
Sas driving into town with u load of
turkeys and pun ykins and new laid
eggs to supply her regular customers
for the great yearly feast day. She was
thinking as the cart logged along that
she would have to eat her turkey alone
ON the morrow, and somehow the
thought was not a pleasant one. Her
reflections were broken by the sight Of
a lonely woman trudging a'ong the
road Just ahead of her.
Going to Hartsdalep' she asked, as
she came up. 'lnl give you a ride if
you're bound that way
'Oh, thank you'll said the stranger,
who was young and pretty looking. Il
have walked iye miles, and was begin
ming 10 get tired
Going to town to spend Thanks
givingp' asked Miss Charity, helping
Tie young woman in The cart.
L am goin there to look for work. l
have no friends to spend Thanksgiv-
ing WITH said the other sadly.
That's too bad exclaimed Miss
Charity-then-'Just hold the pony a
inmate while L deliver this stuff to my
customer
And so Miss Charity bobbed in and
out, stopping for a little talk with this
or that matron, pulling a bunch of
gaudy chryssnthemums from under
the wagon sect for a little lame child In
a tenement house, and slyly leaving a
plump. chicken for the consumptlve
seamstress, who could not afford to
order one, until the golden-baired girl
alighted at the street corner.
There's an intelligence office near
here, ma'am.' said she. where l may
he able to hear of work. ! am much
obliged to you for the ride
And she dropped an artless little
courtesy and went her way. Miss
Charity looked after her.
Il like that little daisy.llke face said
she. IF I'd known who she was and
been quite certain that SHE wasn't a
tramp I should have been almost
tempted to ask her to come and live
with mel l need some n young and
active about the place. and; but
here's Mrs. Tillidrum's where the bar
rel of apples Is ordered for
Mrs. Tillidrum proffered a ~ten-dollar
bill In payment for the apples; Miss
Charity Chapman put her hand in her
pocket to make change.
'Why, it's goneP she calculated.
whats gomez said Mrs. Tillidrum.
'My pocket-bookl' screamed Miss
Charity Chapman; and that ungrate-
full tramp has rewarded my kindness by
robbIng me! / might have known just
how 1t would bep
She went straight to the intelligence
Office. The girl whom she described
had been there, but was gone, leaving
no address.
Its like look ing for a needle in a
bun lie of hay said Miss Charity. Aud
she left the description at the police
station aud went home in great dis
gust.
MY old red leather pocket-book, that
was father's!' said Mrs. Charity Chip
man, with tears In her eyes, and
$685. G. In it, in good hard money-it is
enough to put n out OF conceit with
human naturel And she with such an
innocent little face. too, and eyes as
blue as a baby'sl Well, l never shall
believe in what the physiognomists say
again.
IL was Thanksgiving Eve, and Miss
Charity Chapman was sitting deJectedly
before the fire Of blazing pine logs
meditating upon her loss. Neither IN.
telligence office nor police station had
been able to render her any account Of
the old red pocket book and its con-
tents.
Il declare said Miss Charity, 1T just
spoils my Thanksgiving!
When all Of sudden there came a
knock at the door. and there. wrapped
In a faded brown shawl, with her
golden hair blown all about her face,
stood the girl with the blue eyes who