The Republican., 1890-07-25

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school?"
His answer was short and direct.
| mo, you amt So there, nowl"
Patty began to cry. hiding her face in
her apron. Martha could not keep back
sigh; her husband turned upon her.
well, now," he said, what do you
want one for? You've only got gal. |
wouldn't have no gal so much as
teached to read, for my part; makes 'em
think themselves equal to men folks to
have equal eddication. Wimmen is in
tended by Providence to do housework
and sew. and them sort o things |
don't think it's becomin' for 'em to sit
idlin' over story papers and books" and
he cast contemptuous glance at the
little bookcase and the illustrated
paper in the homemade rack II never
seen my old mother waste her time
that way. Now, why it's different,
they had oughter read politics and the
news, but wimmen- psha-"
His wife said nothing, lest she should
say too much, but when the dishes
were washed, she followed Patty up
into the garrett bedroom, where she had
gone to cry, and lay down beside her,
drawing the patchwork quilt about
them both. Don't fret, Patty" she
whispered. I'm going to send you to
school,"
You can't, ma" whispered Patty.
81 SHALL" said the mother. "You
know the tall clock that pa left me; it's
ninety years old. can sell it. The
lady that boarded at Dewey's last sum-
mer, the tall one in the sort of dingy-
green clothes. she offered mo hundred
dollars for it. Write to me whenever
you are willing to sell it. she said. I'm
going to do it, and I'll send you to the
pay-school on the hill There!-and
feel I've right to do it. There-what-
ever your pa may think. There"
''Oh, ma, maj" cried Patty, frightened
by her meek mothers sudden exhi bition
of spirit do you dare and it's where
the squire's daughters go and the min
ister's girls. Oh, ma!-and they learn
French and drawing. Oh, ma! But you
love the old clock. Don't do it for me,
don't sell it for my sakew
II do it for myself, child" said Mar
tina, rising and putting her hair straight
and settling her collar Now you go to
sleep. You shall have rye and Indian
doughnuts for breakfast, and your pa
shan't scold yOu."
He never did. What his wife SAID to
him she only knew, but he made no OBJ
lection to the sale of the clock. and
Patty went to school. The mother did
without her help and all the pot-cheese
money went to keep her prettily clad,
but every one said how much better
Mrs. Budd looked than she used. She
grew young again in her ambitions for
Patty, and somehow the girl was kept
at school until she graduated with hon
ors "As we'll educated" thought her
mother ''as most boys"
Meanwhile, Farmer Budd saved and
ssrimped only to make the too frequent
mistake of money-loving people at last.
rhs fever for speculation seized him, and
he lost in week the gains it had taken
half life to accumulate. Nothing was
left; even the old farm must go. And
despair seized him. He fell i'll, and
after weeks of delirium, awoke one day
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things.
His wife nursed him tenderly, and
he was kinder to her than he had ever
been before.
''It's most pity I'm gettin' we'll,
Martha" he said. I've been such
fool / dunno what | can do now but
day labor, I'm sure, and while had it
never spent any thing on you. feel
sort O different now, feel as if
wished l had it again; I'd let you do as
you liked. It's gone now, and no good
to anybody. We'll have to quit this
home even. You've got right to reflect
on me, Martha So has Patty"
But we won't, pa" said his wife,
I'VE feel you've the most to bear, and
we've got little good news for you.
Patty has got place to teach in the
academy. She knows mathematics and
languages and music. She's we'll edu-
Gated every way. And, pa, she'll have
a thousand a year. just think of that
thousand dollars year"
What" cried Mr. Budd. mot our
Patty, for tea:hin'?"
"Yes, pa" said Mrs. Budd, land s he
reckons she can buy back the farm. she's
going to try, and they've allowed her-I
don't know how it's fixed, but we
needn't go-and you just get strong, pa,
and we'll begin again, and may be bet
ter"
Poor Mr.. Budd turned his face over
on the pillow and kept silence for
awhile. Then he aid:
Ma, if all that comes of a gal
being eddicated, I've been even more Of
an old idiot than thought was. Why
kin take hold now and try. l was
thinkin' twas the poor-house or the
graveyard now, and | amt been none
too good to Patty. but will be, see if |
won't, after this. Why she's as good as
son."
Mr. Budd recovered rapidly after this,
and it was not many years before the
, farm was bought back again. But it
was Patty's doing AS he told every
one; "Patty's eddication did it and
her mother gave her that"
Educate the girls" he was heard to
say at late meeting Of his townsmen.
~ don't say do it at the same schools
with the boys, but let 'em learn as
much as they can. Give them the same
advantages. Them that haven't ability
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