The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1894-11-22

0V VUW W - cold beef"
"Please, ma'am," said Jane, "there
amt so much as drop of milk left,
and you gave the last of the cold beef
to old Gideon Gallup. And besides,
ma'am, | don't think it is tramp at
all. It's quite respectable young
man, in brown linen duster, and "a
carpet bag"
"Oh!" said Mrs. Troop. "a new
boarder, eh?"
"Well, ma'am, | amt quite sure, +"
said Jane, discreetly. Folks is so
different
Jane, said Mrs. Troop, mysteri-
ously, IL see it all now. It's the
youngest clerk"
"Ma'am?' said Jane, in a bewildered
way.
ooh, don't be so stupid?" cried Mrs.
Troop, who was one of those nervous
women who are perpetually instinct
with electricity, and who saw and
comprehended things by flashes. "Call
Barbara, and make haste about il -
barbara came into the green gloom
of the little pantry, whose window was
thickly shaded with morning-glory
vines-a tall, slim lassic, with solemn
blue-gray eyes, brown hair, and slow
grace of manner which she must have
inherited from the birches on the
mountain side and the reeds in the
swamp, for other teachers she had
none.
What is it, mother?" said she. al
was Just emptying the feathers out of
the old pillow-ticks.
Barbara, said Mrs. Troop, don't
bother about pillow.ticks. It's tie
youngest clerk He's waiting Just
over there on the porch, with his bag
Can we accommodate him, do you
think?"
Mother" said Barbara. what on
= Why" cried Mrs. Troop, with "a
impatient gesture, "don't you remem-
ber old Mr.. Fanshawe, the book
keeper in Browne, Brownson &
Brownies, telling US about the youngest
clerk there Who had the weak lungs
and the small salary2 Aud ha said
he'd recommend h,u here Tor his yaca-
tion, and he hoped we'd take him
cheap and do what we could for him"
OH said Barbara, arching her
pretty eyebrows. "Ycs, it seems 10
me now that do remember something
about it. But, mother, where can we
put him? Every room is full--eveu
to the two sloping-roofed chambers in
the garret.
but poor young man." said Mrs.
Troop, in distressed voice, with
hereditary consumption and almost no
salary Barbara, we never can turn
him away"
"No, of course not, =" said Barbara,
rejecting. Mother, can manage it.
Don't fret any more. Tell him he may
come.
"And high time, too" said Mrs.
Troop, neIvously. with him waiting
there on the porch and wondering, no
doubt, what all this delay means"
She hustled out, with kindly hospi-
tality. There, in the purple twilight,
apparently listening to the song OF
the whip-poor-wills on the mountain
side, sat slender man, dressed in
cool, brown linen, with vlllse rest
ing on the floor beside him. How
was Mrs. Troop to know that he had
heard every word OF the brief col.
loquy?
MADAM" he said, lifting the straw
hat from his curly head, "l.-"
"Oh, yes, yes!" said Mrs Troop;
al know all about it. Your name is
Browne-with Browne, Brownson a
Browne. Mr.. Faushawe told me all
about you. You are the youngest
clerk there.
"Madam, I"
at isn't necessary to explain, ;"
kindly interrupted Mrs. Troop.
well give you II room aud board for
two dollars n week. | cant promise
you the dainties they have ut the Cho-
coma House, but everything shall be
clean and wholesome. Mr.. Fanshawe
told MS that your means were limited.
MIR. Fanshawe knew | would bo inter
ested in you, because had lost son
Of about your age"
Indeed, Mrs. Troop, | am very
much Obliged to you, but"
Here comes my daughter Bar
bara, said Mrs, Troop, evidently de-
sirous to abbreyiate the newcomers
thanks. Barbara, this is the young
est clerk. His name, l believe, is
Browne"
Barbara let her soft, blue-gray eyes
rest upon his tired face for u second,
with the most angelic sympathy.
'ls your cough very bad?" she
asked. "Oh, l hope the mountains
will do you good! How long vaca
tion have you-two weeks?"
He smiled.
'You are very kind" he said. 'grhe
firm will allow me to be gone as long
as like"