The Penn's Grove record., 1894-09-28
NUMBER 10.


hothin' else," protested Mr.. Pepper,
corn. 'She keeps the books, and
gives out the material, and sees to
packin' the order boxes. and she
checks off the time, and She Jest
sets there at the desk all day ] ng,
like a cat a-watchin' a mouse hole.
And ole Bill Boon, the cutter, he al
lows she's a better manager and a
quicker hand at figures than Harry
himself. And that's saying pretty
considerable"
"Well, lido declare - fort"
lowly uttered JuIiana joyce. IL
iidn't think it was in herl But she
can't keep it up long. She amt used
to that sort OF thing"
Don't know about that" gruntcd
the tinman, as he packed a bunch OF
dipperse where the wheel-tires sh u'h
not spatter them with mud. ">hcs
got an amazin sight OF grit"
Old Peppercorn was right. l-T7
Harry Haddon had found her level i
last. Late and early she was at hcI
post
1T wouil he a sorry homecoming
for Hail." she thought Ito lind the
factory shut up and his bread winner
gone. ldon't pretend to be a bust.
ness woman, but l believe that | have
some common sense, aud l can surely
accomplish what any other wOmau
was expected to do"
Nevertheless a strange sensation a
loneliness came owe her on Christ
mas Eve, when she sat alone by the
blazing logs on the hearth Of the ole
farmhouse,
"Ain't we to have any Christmas.
Mrs. Haddon?" Hannah, the hirel
girl had asked, tn IN aggrieved
Countenance, aud the young wife had
answered ch%eeriully,-
"Jf course. Hannah! But The
turkey must be the very smallest in
the yard, and one little miuce pie
will do for you and me. Ill put a
few sprigs Of the mistletoe that
Johnny barton brought me from
CalIikoon Swamp, and we won't let
the blessed day pass without some
good cheer, lonely though we are"
'.Poor dear" Thought Hannah,
shoughtfully regarding her youns
mistress pale face. tits pretty hard
on her to be alone on this day of all
others"
She was boiling down a kettle OF
cider apple sauce in the Kitchen,
when a chime Of sleigh bells sounded
as far as the front door and then
stopped.
"You go to the door, please, Mrs
Haddon," she called out. "l've got
my apple sass a-bilin' away like all
creation, and it'll be sart'in sure tic
scorch if l leave it a second now. l
guess likely it's Reuhy Martin come
for the pumpkins you promised him"
Slowly Mrs Hal withdrew the
frosty bolts, that clicked beneath her
touch, and turned the key in the big,
foot-souare lock.
There, outlined against the bla k
blue heavens, rode a beautiful youna
moon, instin + with orange light,
ALI around it lay the white winter
world, ami on the %step-the realila-
tien Of all her hopes and dreams
stood a tall, muHed figure, with
shining eyes.
silly! My Lily"
"Hal!"
Did she faint No. surely not;and
get the first she knew she was laying
on the sofa in front of the Ire, with
Halls dear, tender face bending oyer
her.
II dreamed all this last night"
The murmured-'lll-all! And now
It has come true"
Harry Haddon had taken advantage
of a sudden and unlocked for i'm.
provemeut in his fathers condition,
and had travelled night and day the
30oner to reach Lily.
You see" she said, when she haG
told him the whole story OF her WORK
In the shirt factory, Il simply fel
back on practical good sense. Even
Juliana Joyce could have done no
more than that"
"'There is not one woman in ;
thousand who would have had the
courage to do this thing" exclaimed
Hal Lily, you are the greatest
treasure man ever won, I'd give a
hundred dollars to see my fathers
face when he reads the letter 1 shall
write to-night-to hear my mothers
Comments"
"Have l pleased you, HAP"
More than words can express, my
dear little wife"
"'Then," sad Lily, that is enough
for Inc. "-Waverley Magazine.