The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1894-08-02

A uIxHw on typewriter and
I3kD~ stenographer and
~ Y devote herself 10
0~yNytJ something else,
- [--,.a--NSss>- that she realized
how serio ous was her position.
What, then, should that "some-
thing else be?
'Im not young meditated Miss
Sparkle. "And I'm not particularly
attractive. And 1 don't know any
thing but stenography--an have no
money lail mp. Under these circum-
stances, what is something else? l
wonder if did wise thing, ten years
ago, when refused to be Huber Mel
lens wife, because preferred the ex-
citemcnt of city life to settling down
on farm? Huber was nice fellow,
and do believe he liked me. What a
pity it is we can't live our lives twice
over! Well, he's married 10 Caudace
Merriam now, and l hope they're both
very happy
Aud BESSIE would have shed few
tears II she had not remembered Just
in time that the eye-doctor had strict
iy prohibited the luxury of crying.
Instead of that, she fitted on II pair
of very unbecoming spectacles and be-
gan TO scan the "Wants" column of
the newspaper.
1t was, however. through Mrs Mon
tagu, the district visitor of neigh
boring Ladies Benevolent Associa.
tion," that Miss Sparkle finally heard
of n situation which she thought might
possibly "suit."
Mrs Montagu had come to ask for a
monthly donation which the little
typewriter had always given of her
small in '~ ward the wants of those
S''u- serll be mauv. - ,u.
Dossie IOrgot sl sUo. r5-eye-doc.
tor when she saw the d. st visitor,
aud burst into tears. ia
'I've no more money for Nu, Mrs.
Montagu," said she. "In e. IL. I
don't know whether 1 IN not fit subject
for charity myself"
Mrs. Montagu heard the story. She
smiled.
Don't fret, Miss Sparkle" said
she. 81 know of the very place You
need. Companion to an eccentric
lady in the country. It's been on my
books for six months, but l could get
no one to take it, because OF the soil.
tude of the place. It's astonishing
how desperately city people hate to go
out of the city. You don't mind?'
"Id go to-Mars, to get situa.
tion," said Bessie.
Mrs, Montagu nodded encouraging
~, and consulted her tablets on the
spot.
"Mrs. Edgecumbe, said she, read.
ing out the data ina monotonous man.
ner. white Rocks. New Jersey.
Companion. Twenty dollars month
and found. One months vacation,
salary to go on. No Sundays. Nc
extras"
"What does that mean?" gasped
Bessie.
simply" D." explained Mrs. Montagu,
"that She Is very eccentric lady.
But she's substantial ! used to know
her years ago, and | think---I'm quite
sure---that when you become used to
her oddities, you'll like her. Well,
what do you say?"
81 say yes" Bessie answered.
For, even while Mrs. Montagu had
been speaking, her mind had revolyed
the pros and cons, and she had decid.
ed to risk everything.
"Good!" said the district visitor.
"Central Railroad of New jersey to
Barley Station. White Rocks is tiv,
miles beyond, I'll telegraph to-day
and some one will be there to meet
you. Pack your bag. Go at once. "
So Bessie Sparkle packed her bag,
nnl went.
At Barley Station there was no one
to meet her.
"What am | to do?" she asked,
little discomposed.
faint fur across the fields" SAID
the ticket agent, Struggling his shoul
ders. "Edgecumbe's folks never doe
anything like any one else"
"But they were telegraphed to-.
"lelegraits don't make no differ
euce to Edgecumbe's folks, said tn
agent, guiltily slipping time.tabl,
over the yellow envelope that lay un
delivered on his desk, and saying t,
himself:
81 swan to goodness, | forgot al
about it,"
And Bessie Sparkle, carrying he
hand bag, leaving her little trunks t,
be sent for, walked valorously acros
the fields and through rocky gorg
or glen, through which brawled lit
tie stream, until she came to pictur
esque old stone house, which SCENE,
to be balancing itself ON the edge OF
gray precipice, its chimueys Grim
soued with the last light OF the dyin,