Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1892-11-18

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alton:
"It's Cousin Olive, saying good-5y to
Mr.. Walbridger'
Mrs. Jennifer contracted her snowy
black eyebrows slightly.
t'Is Elise there, too?'
"Why, no, mamma-don't you re-
member Elise went out for walkW
Mrs Jennifer said nothing more; but
to one used to the Interpretation of
dumb show, a world of meaning might
have been deciphered in the swift way
in which her needle few in and out
of the cambrlc ruff1e she was hemming.
':Olive!" she called, sweetly, as the
closing of the front door gave notice
that the visitor had at last taken his de-
parture; and by way of answer, bright
faced young girl presented herself in the
door-way-a girl with shining brown
tresses tied with blue ribbon, soft brown
eyes, and fresh, blooming complexion,
like the pink blossoms that cluster on
the kalmia bushes in May.
''Well, auRt9" she said.
"Pve been wanting to speak to you
for some time, Olive, dear-sit down."
purred Mrs. Jennifer. 'Your uncle's
circumstances are not what they were,
as suppose you are aware"
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slightly changing color.
When people are quite dependent on
the bounty and good graces of others,
they are apt to be slightly sensitive.
'He he's been obliged to expend
good deal of money of late, and
knew you would be perfectly willing to
do all you could, if you knew his situa.
ton"
Certainly, aunt" said Olive, ner-
Vously twisting her fingers together.
''And of course, in large family like
ours, every additional member is felt as
an additional burden"
"But, aunt" burst out Olive, a.
don't understand you. What do you
mean2 What is it that you want me to
do2"
spray don't speak so loud, OEvew
demonstrated Mrs. Jennifer, wildly ell
syating her eyebrows. "You are so
brusque-so startling. was only going
to tell you that Mrs. PaTkman mentioned
to me yesterday that she wanted a new
hand, and that"
Olive Martin bit her lip-the hot color
started up to hec cheek.
"a dressmaker, auntW
''And why not9" calmly retorted Mrs.
Jennifer. at is the duty OF every young
woman to do something to earn al hon
est livelihood.
Olive thought of her Cousin Elise,
white handed and elegant, who did not
even make her own bed or dust her own
room; she remembered the two damsels
whose business it was to wait upon Mrs.
Jennifer and her younger daughters.
lShe knew that although her own father
had died in wretchedly destitute circum-
stances, yet the time had been when he
helped Mr.. Jennifer in such a manner
that the latter had solemnly promised
never to forget the benefits rendered to
him; and she also knew that upon that
fathers deathbed, Moses Jennifer had
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phaned child, SO long as they both
should live.
''Does my uncle know of this2" she
asked, suddenly lifting he frank brown
eyes to the crafty face of the matron.
"Certainly!" calmly lied Mrs. Jenni-
fer, without so much as a conscience
stricken blush.
"Tten it is settled" said Olive, with
"a certain gasp in her throat. al will
be dressmaker!'
''Is this really and actually your wish,
my dear?" asked kind Moses JenHifer,
when Olive told him of her determine
ton that evening.
; ''Is it not yours, uncle?"
Mr.. Jennifer looked up with little
startled glance as the question was asked.
s'My wish is for whatever will make
you feel happy, child!" Moses answered,
for in his secret heart he believed that
Olive Martin was not content in his fam
lily, and deeply regretted the circum-
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