Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1892-08-27
A BASk ET OF CHIPS.

II declare! III does DeaC all TaliF
where that woman got her tongue. 1t
.rnws wuss an wuss, seems III" and old
r:dmer Barber seated himself wearily on
an old ho ,sl,ead out in the barn.
+ \ domestic storm had been brewing
for several days. and now it had sud-
denly burst, and in its fury Matilda, the
daughter of the house, had been decid-
edly worsted.
Matilda was an only child, but living
at Farmer Barber's was another young
girl, a niece, whom Mrs. Barber said
was like an own daughter.
The observant neighbors said there
seemed to be quite difference in the
Treatment of the two girls. Tillie, as
she was generally called, took great
deal of time to attend to her curling
papers, and never very much time to
spend upon domestic duties, while poor
little Mollis gave very little heed to
personal adornment except 10 keep her
self tidy.
But then, Mollie's hair would curl any
way. She had no use for curl papers.
This summer the BARRIERS were taking
city boarders "for change" Mrs. Bar
Der sail, but the neighbors said it would
come little nearer the truth if she
had said for the change"
Among them old Mrs. Wainwright had
come to stay for the summer. 1t was
necessary she should be somewhat ero-
nnmical this year, but her reduced cir
cumstances seemed aff1uence to the pocr
people at the farm.
Tillie, who dearly loved finery, re.
sar,ed lor as q princess, unmindful OF
the fact that her gowns were little
passe, and made herself as agreeable as
possible.
Tilie did not care to propitiate Mrs.
Wainwright so much for that lady's own
sake as for the sake Of the very interest
ing nephew who accompanied her.
But Molie, with correct interior
sense of the fitness of things, regarded
Mrs. Wainwright as an ill bred woman.
quite unlike her nephew in manner.
Halstpad Wainwright brought his aun:
there and went away directly, but re-
tHrncl in weeks time to see if the place
suited her He thought he would remain
a couple of weeks himself. And tlen
i'ilic primprd more frequently and spent
all her time in dressing i'll her coarse
tnrry TO attract Halstead Wainwright's
att ton.
Nullie worked harder that ever, and
hen she was tired. heated and flushed.
the brown rings of hair curled about her
lovely face and pressed closer about her
ain:y ears, as if trying by their carrsses
To comfort her a little.
One day Tillie had arrayed herself in
her best and sat upon the front piazza
ready to give Halstead a smiling well
come when he returned from ramble in
the woods.
He had already come in, but this fact
WIS unknown to her. He was seated in
Mrs. Wainwrights room, and this is
what Tillie heard him say:
II declare, Aunt Wainwright. It's s.
shame the way folks here treat tina;
poor Mollie! She was up before O'Clock
hard at work, and has been working ali
lay-not an hour for rest! She looks
ready to drop! And there's that lazy
rilie, sitting round in her finery and
never seeming to care about Mollie!"
YES, that is So" said Mrs. Vain
wright. "Mollie seems to be nice, civil
girl enough, though she doesn't make of
ne as Tillie does.
Good reason why-she can't get 4
chance to make of anybody! But l
guess if it wasn't for Mollie's busy
fingers you wouldn't fare as well as
you do"
Halstead pulled rose in pieces impa.
tiently and continued: "If Mrs Barber
would put kitchen apron on Tillie and
set her to work there would be some
sense in it. Mollie would make better
figure in the parlor. She's pretty-Mol-
lie is.
Tillie sat transfixed with rage, but she
dared not move just then. At that mo-
ment Mrs. Barber's shrill voice runs
out:
Now, Mollie, you hurry up an go an
pick up some chips to set the kittle
bilin', an while that is doin' you jest
sake down them clothes on the line, cause
you know tits most time to get sup.
peri"
There it is again!" exclaimed Hal,
stead. "Chips and clothes-clothes and
chips They will kill her if she stays
here much longer. Pm going out to help
her," and he rushed out of side door
into the back yard, where Mollie, with q
tired, patient face, stopped over her bas-
ket, picking up chips.
"Will Miss Mollie allow me to renew
the days of my childhood? l used to
pick up chips for my grandfather when
| was a little lad. | don't think l have
forgotten how"
lie took her basket from her and
gently, but with a very decided move
ment, led her laushingly to choppins
block.
"Thcre, he said, making her seat her.
self, rest yourself while | fill the bus-
~ei.
For a moment she sat there, watching
llaIsteal's shapely hands as he quickly
gathered up the chips, flashing his brown
eyes m"rrly upon her
Her fear, overcame her evident pleas.
ur" ut his kindness.
In iced. l mus; not stay here any
,ou err"
"W"v no,?" he asked.
"i'crausA Aunt Blroer won't like it,"
l. :cn Il, she spoke til" BASKET was pile |
ia, ;lini he placed it on the kitchen
.,ur-ttp.
Wiring the dn~' from his hands, lie
s.ih. "W'hat next"
NJ lily .or& 'hcr h"rd reinpnStrat-