The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1894-08-30

arranged according TO the size of tho
holes.
81 can't quite make it out, but il
looks like NJ W. Chamberlain. Who.
ever he is, he writes fearfully," said
Jessie, as she scowled over the slip OF
paper that had accompanied the bum
die.
chamberlain" mused Mrs. Power (,
81 once knew a Jacob Chamberlain
when | was girl. wonder il IL
could be any connection OF his?"
snow, dearest and best of mothers.
don't go weaving any romances over
these boys socks, for from the num-
ber of them you and will have all wd
can do TO get through by Saturday
night. l really don't believe they ever
had any socks darned before"
This remark of Jessie's did seem
reasonable, for after they were al
sorted out they made very formid
able array, but il Jessie could have
heard the warm, earnest appeal OF the
Professor to the students assembled in
the chapel after her departure, and
had seen the tremendous rummaging
through bureaus and closets that fol
lowed this speech, while her little cir
culars we're sown broadcast, she would
not have been surprised.
"Can you realize that every pair OF
these means ten cents, madam. and
some of them fifteen" smiled Jessie
with comprehensive sweep of the
arm that took in even those unsightly
objects in the fifteen-cent corner. ~
she had laughingly dubbed the table
strewn with the wrecks of many D
struggle.
"Yes, dear, and can also realize
that unless we get to work we will
never earn even ten cents. what is IL,
Sarah?' rs this parsonage appeared IN
the doorway.
''Please, ma a'am, the little boy that
came with the work"--Sarah would
not demean herself by saying "socks"
--"said as / was TO tell Miss Jessie
that he would call for and deliver the
bundles in his little wagon, 30 she
would not have the trouble of that"
'Isn't that just splendid every one
is so kind to me" beaned Jessie.
"And why shouldn't they?" shifted
Sarah They know real lady when
they sec one, even if she is obliged
through unfortunate circumstances to
earn her living by the sweat of her
brow"
Sarah was an old and privileged ser
want, who had been with Mrs. Power
since Jessie was baby, and who in
dulged in flights of eloquence which
were at times simply appalling.
''0f course, Sarah, we all know YOU
think that an perfection, but if you
don't go down and stir up the furnace
the sweat of my brow will be cold,
clammy beads of perspiration, for it is
cold up here, and for mercy's sake
take those cookies ont of the oven,"
for strong smell of burnt cake now
reminded the young housekeeper that
you cannot successfully carry on two
distinct operation at the same time.
BY Saturday afternoon the socks in
great packages, with the .wner's name
and the bill on top, were carried by
tSiH ia g ezp1ssssnnm up 70 'hfe soi-
lege, and in a short time he was back
with the money carefully wrapped in a
salt bag.
"You nre my little express messen-
GER" said Jessie; ''but you must not
let any highwaymen rob You. Now,
suppose l employ you at twenty-five
cents n week to carry the socks to and
fro and to look after the money!"
This plan was hailed with delight,
and there was never more faithful
little helper than the small man that
trudged back and forth, taking the
greatest pride in his business and
keeping his accounts most accurately,
carrying the money in IA leather bag
which Jessie provided, and of which
he was intensely proud.
Every week the business grew, and
pretty Jessie, with a new and unac-
customed feeling of independence,
went about her daily task With heart
that had lost all the old feeling of re-
preston, and even Mrs. Power ap-
peared to grow stronger under the
HeaitH-ESatoriuS procesS VI consthut
occupation for thought and hand. One
day, rs Jessie was about starting on
one of the necessary shopping tours
for silk and darning cotton, there came
a ring at the bell, which she answered
in person, Sarah being at that moment
particularly busy below stairs prepar-
ing certain dainty dessert of which
her young mistress was very fond.
Standing on the veranda was tall
youth, whom Jessie had prior to this
discovered to be the owner of the
many very holey, but very expensive
silk socks. The NJ. w. Chamberlain,
whom all the students called familiar
ly "Mac" and who voted him the best
fellow alive. Having heard that Mrs.
Power Ind been acquainted with his
father, he made up his mind to use
that as an excuse for calling. Jessie's
sweet face having been secretly nd
mired by him as he passed hei