Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1891-08-21
ITO BE A LADY,


moss knows what all. Inevcr wantc,
no girl of mine to work as hard as
have done. Aud this 'erc's tho en-,
on itla
Mrs. savillo wrung her hands il
despair.
~ s'pose," said Uncle Brom 9Th,
local abbrevaiiou for "Abrahamn)
"she ain't none too good to wort,
4 We've all of us good Bible authority
for earning our bread in the sweat 0
our brows. There's Lo-i-sv Hall
she's made nice livin' sellin' eggs ant
spring-chickens to the boardcrs il
Jacksonville, and
"Lo-i-sy never had no boardin'
school education" whimpercd Mrs
Saville.
"P'r'aps she amt none the wus roi
it, said Uncle Brom, closing his snuff
box with significant click. "And Eb
enczer Laights dartcrs earn twelve
dollars month doin' houscwork Al
The Beckwiih Hotel"
"Alice amt no hired GAL"
"llwmp! Where is she now?n
"upstairs a-wrilin'. She's read II
papers how them New York editor,
pays big prices for poems and stories,
and she's mind to Try her luck al tht
business"
"ohl" Uncle Brom said. postage
is clieap, lucky for YOU. But guess
Alice won't make her fortune outcil
no such work as tlat Call her down.
want to speak to her.
So Alice Saville was called, and
came dowu-siairs-a pale, pretty girl
with wistful brown eyes, sunny hair
and red sensitive lips The bright h1s
was rumlcd over her forehead; ihcfc
was a troubled expression in the brown
eyes, and ihe pretty middle finger of
her left hand was stepped to the bone
in ink Evidently, literature did not
agree with her
Pretty hard work?7 said Uncle
Brom, with a chuckle.
Alice laughed and nodded.
"Jest like me-" said Uncie Brom,
"Fd ruther cut up a whole crop o TO-
bacco than write a letter, any time O.
day. But look here, my gal Your inn
says times 10 hard and you can't get
no place 10 goYerness out or do indies
companioning.'
mo" sighed Alice. Every posi-
ton of that sort seems to be filed al
ready
"Wal, look here, said Unc'e Brom.
"our hired girl has gone home with
the neurology in her face, an the
house is chuck full o boardcrs, an
my ole woman she's in a peck of half
bushels what to do. S'posc you could
come over am helpwait on table an
straighten up the bedrooms? NY ole
woman she wants things to be pretty
nice since the member of Congress
has taken rooms thar, with his two
gals An She lowed you was always
pow'fnl smart gal round house,
Alice Bless my soul, what's your ma
a-crying aboat2"
q c-c-can't help III" plubbered Mrs.
sayille. q brupg my Alice up to be
a lady, and here she's agoin' out to
days workp
"Don't fret, mother" sootled
Alice. sIts only to help Aunt Thalia,
you know"
"Cit ontlH Uncle Prom said.
sDen't your ma know that we've all
of us got to work in this world@
So Alice saville ran up stairs to put
on her hood and shawl and make mp
her little packet Of belongings. And
when she got there she discovered
that sudden furry of wind had car
ried every sheet Of her painfully
copied and recopied manuscript out
Of the wide-opcn window into the field
that sloped down to tie rivcrl
For an instant she could have burst
ont into a tempest Of passionate tears.
Then she thought better oft.
at is Just as welI,p she marmnred.
setting her small white teeth firmly
together. "There shall be All end Of
my seribblingl will accept the fat
of Fate without murnnr"
"Papa, am 50 glad We came %
this place" said Gladys Ayrault aIts
q deal pleasantcr tbaa the hotels. And
tho orchard is 50 beautiful, and the
air from tho river comes up like a
breath Of healing
"Yes,a little Fan cried, ''and old
Mrs. Hadgitt is SO plump and com
Portable, and The now waitress Il 10
prettyp'
"Aud only thiak, papal9 cried
Gladve t,bcr natoa s. Air ea,.ftt