The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1892-05-07

the apples out in barrels, nice and
sound-I can easily do it by lantern
light to highland to morrow morn
ing We'll rise early, harness old
Dobbio to the lumberwagon-
But how are we to get the heavy
barrels UP into the wagon2
Goosie! cried l, laughing. Can't
| put the barrels up into the wagon
while they're empty, and fill them at
my leisure! And I'll have them
sold at Mapleton before you've got
the pork and cabbage boiling for
dinner.
But where will you go? asked
Kittie.
Oh! l know lots OF places. l
went once to town with Mr.. Fair
weather. when he sold a lot of
cheeses. I've pretty good idea of
the locality of the commission store,
| can tell you.
After all, Addy, hesitated my con-
servative little sister, it isn't d
woman's work.
Why isn't it, l should like to
know, so long as woman can do it.
At all events woman must pay her
debts; so you'll hurry up the tea
I'll be off to the barn.
And what shall we tell papa?
Oh! he'll think I've gone to sing
ing school with the Dyson girls, and
I don't think it's a christian duty to
undeceive him, | answered.
But Notwithstanding the brave
face | put upon affairs, my heart
quivered a little the next day as l
drove off toward Mapleton, with the
scarlet stain OF sunrise dyeing all the
east, and my own cheeks flushed
with the keen morning air.
But it wasn't so bad, after all.
With pardonable egotism, l sup
posed that every one would be star
ing at me; but on the contrary, a
young woman selling apples might
be the commonest sight in the world
SO little comment or surprise did it
apparently excite.
Mr.. Holloway, of the firm of Hol-
loway Brothers, produce and COM
mission merchants, didn't want any
apples | speedily learned.
Just bought a Shipload from
Albany, said he, as carelessly as if
shiploads of apples we're as common
purchase as ten cents worth OF tape
And l drove on beginning to feel
inhnitesimally small.
Mr.. Lovejoy could give one dollar
barrel. Apples wasn't worth no
more at this season OF the yearl
And l whipped old Dobbin up,
determined to carry them home
again, sooner than sell sell at that
price.
At the next place where l stopped
a pleasant looking, middle aged man
came out and critically examined my
apples.
Do they hold out like this all the
way down? he asked.
I'll warrant them, said | carelessly.
How much? he asked.
Two dollars and half barrel.
He reflected.
It's good price, said he, as If he
were talking to his own vest but
tons; but then they look like good
apples, and we've tolerably large
Western order to fill. I'll see what
my partner thinks.
He went back into the gloomy
depths of his store, and |, happening
to glance up, saw the words painted
in black letters over the door: Hull
& Avery.
My first impulse was to drive on
and leave the chance of bargain
behind me; my next to sit and await
my fate as Providence dealt it out
to me. And presently out came
Willis Avery himself.
think we will take your load if
why! breaking short off, it's Addy
Walters!
| colored scarlet.
Yes, said /, as composedly as pos
sibie, Good mornig, Mr.. Avery, l
shall be obliged to you if you
examine the fruit as speedily as pos.
sible, as | am in a hurry.
On, certainly. He looked as if a
nipping frost had chilled his enthu-
siasm in the bud, and l secretly
exulted within myself.
Mr.. Hull bought the load of
apples, and said if | had any more
at the same price-and of the same
quality, he cautiously added-he
would be happy to take them. Willis
Avery touched his hat, and | drove