Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1894-09-06
UNDER A CLOUD.
But Behind It's Black Pail the Sun
Was Still Shining.

was sui SHINING.
Dear me!' said Mrs. Pell, what is
the matter with Carry? Amt sick. is
she?"
Mrs Pell had come up to her lodg-
er's room To borrow dust pan. Lille
among the poor-tenement house life,
at least--is all give and take; and Mrs
Pell borrowed dust pans and egg beat
ers, just as Mrs De Ritter, of upper
Fifth avenue, would borrow piece of
music, or Miss Waldegrave the last new
novel;
The Beltons had only lately come TO
the house They were very poor, yet
Mrs Pell somehow respected an In
tangible essence of ladyhood that how
cred about them. They had no carpet
on their floor, yet it was always clean;
the curtains were made of cheese
cloth at four cents yard; the bed on
which mother and daughter slept as
sumed the similitude of a stained pier
wardrobe by day. The cooking was
done on a kerosene stove in the corner;
and Mrs. Pell had discovered that Mrs.
Bolton did hoss-silk embroidery on
flannel for infants wardrobes, while
Garry was one of the attendants in
Muller & Cos great dry goods store on
Brc-dvaY ~
q knowed they was genteel," said
Mrs. Pell, "the minute ] set eyes on
'em. Mrs Belton's dress is shabby
and Mrs. Hourie, the groe@s wife on
the first foQr, wears hsrs somehow dil-
ferent; and Carry's bonnet is plain
black straw, with loops OF green rib
bon, but it's great deal more ladyfied
than Susan Jane Hawley's pink Grape,
with the red feathers and the Rhine
stone daggers stuck in it."
But to-day Carry was crying, and Mrs.
Bolton. with her hoss-silk embroidery
pushed to one side was trying to COM
fort her
NO." said Mrs Bolton, "she isn't
sick, but
IL am dischargedr said Carry, sud
denly Strengthening herself up. I've
lost my place One Of the customers
brought point-lace handkerchief TO
the store to match ii in hounces, and
she couldn't find it afterward, and"
81 know" said Mrs. Pell. II had
niece once in one o. them big stores,
and you can't teach me much about
'em. The gals is sacrificed right straight
along to the customers whims. 1t was
laid to you, of COURSE"
"And | may consider myself lucky,
so they tell me-" cried out indignant
Garry. that an not arrestc-! and put
in prison! Only previous good con
duct has saved me! But ] cont con-
slider myself lucky. ! consider that !
have been insulted and aggJievcd
l."
Garry, Carryr' gently soothed the
mother And Carry's passionate words
died away in flood of tears.
But what are we to dor she cried.
"How are we to live? No one will take
me in, after this 1t would be no use
for re TO try to get situation"
God viii provide, Garry" whispered
Mrs. Bolton.
At that moment there came sharp
tap at the door.
''Is the young woman ready for the
place out in Orange county," asked a
gruff voice .'Nir. Jessup's wagon is at
the door. That's me. And he's await
in"
LA. mer' said Mrs Pcll, starting up
81 clean forgot all about it. Name of
Jessup? Louisa 0lcott, she's dreadful
sorry, but her uncle amt willin, on
sober second thoughts, to let her 60
out of the city. They've gone to Concy
Island to-day, and"
"Aint that the young woman?" said
Mr.. Jessup. nodding his head toward
Carry Bolton as he stood in the door
way.
Certainly not" said Mrs Pcll
bristling up "This is floor above
the Olcott rooms.
"No offense, no offense." said air
JessLp "Rut what be I going to do?
NV wife she calculated on my bringia'
home hired help. and dunno nothiu
about your intelligence ofiees And
the train goes at eleven"
what sort of place is it?" asked
Carry, suddenly turning around.
"Gineral housew1r said the old
farmer, leaning against the side of the
door. Il little Of everything. Sort o
handy woman about the place. Jest
Exactly the sort o. work our darter
would have done If she'd live To grow
up -Four dollars a week and a good
home 1 dunno what you think OF