Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1889-07-05

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"Gineral house work" said the ole
farmer, leaning against the side of th,
door "a little Of everything. Sort o
mandy woman about the place. jest
exactly the sort o. work our dartel
would have done if she'd lived to grow
up. Ten dollars week and good
home, dunno what you thing of it,
but it seems to me pretty fair Offer >
Mother" said Garry, breathlessIy,
81 have a great mind to go, if-if Mr..
Jessup will take me-"
"And glad of the chance" said the
old farmer chee fully.
81 don't know much about house
work, " went on Carry.
"Ny woman'll teach YOU" said the
farmer. 'She'd be dom 1t herself II
it wasn't for the rheumatism in her back.
Aud you look like one who would be
quick and handy to learn"
'And know all about her" said Mrs
Pcll, "and l tell you, Mr.. Jcssup,
shc's good, trustworthy girl as ever
lived"
4 could jedge as much as that by
her looks" said Mr.. Jessup, shrewdly.
So Garry Bolton steered her little life
bark into this new current.
She had not been week at Jessup
Farm before she wrote home to her
mother;
'DEAR MOTHER; l am the hoppiest girl in
all the world. This is a lovely place-all ap-
pie orchards aud meadows knee-deep in red
clover and timothy grass. l help to milk
the cows every night and the lambs and
chickens know me already Mrs Jessup is
the kindest old lady you ever knew; all she
is afraid of is that ! shall do too much
Frank-that is her nephew who lives here,
and helps Mr.. Jessup with the farm-brings
in all the wood and water, and is always ask
ing what he can do to help me. | suppose
| ought not to call him Frank but every
one else does and it seems so perfectly nat
ural All that troubles me- mother, is being
separated from you, and / have such n de-
lightful plan. 1t was Frank that first
thought Of it, and Mr.. and Mrs. Jessup do
not object There is one wing of the old
farm 1hous that is only used for a store
place-two delightful rooms, with a great
fireplace big enough for a whole colony, and
windows looking out on the river. They are
a little out OF repair, to be sure but | can
easii5 wfitswash and repaper them, with
Frank help, and you are to come and live
there. And all the rent kind Mrs. Jessup
VII a'cept is little dressmaking now and
then, ssich as you are handy with, for her
poor old finger joints are all stiffened with
rheumatisni, and she cannot hold neelle.
And you can go into the city with your en-
broidery every we or two-the fare is not
so very grcat--and you can breathe in the
smell Of the new-mown hay, and gather wild
flowers and sweetbrier, and oh, mother dar
ling, we shall be so happyp
Mrs. Bolton read the letter through
tears of delight.
at will be like hcaven7" she said to
herself. "My dear, thoughtful child /
But wonder who this Frank ISL
wonder whether she knows how often
her thoughts and her pen turn to himl
lie must be good if he is with these
kind peoplel"
She went out to the old farm. Carry
met her at the station in wagon, with
with a handsome, sun burned young
man holding the reins.
"This is Frank Jessup, motherP said
she, with radiant face.
The two rooms were in perfect order.
A bunch of roses stood on the bureau,
and summer evening though it was, a
fire Of logs burned within the deep,
smoke blackened chasms of the ancient
chimney, casting red reflections on the
newly papered wals-'1cst it should be
damp" said Garry.
And the first real home feeling which
they hal known for years came, like
the brooding wings of dove, over the
hearts Of mother and daughter as they
sat side by side on the doorstep, under
the green apple-boughs, with a great
star shining in the west, and the sound
of brooklet gurgling along beneath
the willows beyond.