Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-09-26

EsS '.ButI've had such
TSS1 asight o sc backs
~ I'll have to wait I
E.I spell now, till the
I'm hired men have
had their dinner"
She blew the l,orn. at the back door
then made all haste to set the Plenti
ful, il plain, meal on the table, which
fcat She had barely accomplished be
fore Uncle Peter and his three stalwar
helpers arrived on the scene.
Nancy does make A Number On,
pies! :" said Hiram Jenifer, reaching heI
for n second slice.
~ don't mind ii drink another cul
with plenty o sugar, Nancy, please =!
While Hezekiah Hopper made ,
plunge ut the butter with his own knife,
remar!,ing, soto voce, that to hi
taste there want no butter like June
butter, an il didn't come but once {,
year."
'.No hot bread said Uncle Petel
VA comprehensive glance around
the hoard, ''nor riZ biscuit-eh
Nancy
Il couldn't manage it to-day" sait
Nancy, with conscious-stricken look
"With the vashin' and all"
"Nancy's Yesterdays breads goo.
enough for I2e :" observed Hiram phil
osorhically.
For Iny part" said Uncle Petel
Il don't see how these women-folkl
contrivc to put in the time, potterin
around all day, adoin' next to nothin'.'
'.Oh, now, that amt fair?" spoke W
Noah Johnson, good naturedly.
Tain't no joke to cook an wash an
iron IOr iO;Ir men.
The color had risen in two round
spots TO Nnncy's cheeks; quick re
tort hovcred on her lips, when Uncl
reter interrupted the unspoken words
'.Oh, by-the-way," said he, 'I'.
most forgotten to say anything abou
it, but brother Sans girls to be her
;o-day"
''Brother Sans girl?'
''Why, yes-your cousin Mamie
from Bridgeport--your Uncle Sam welt
gal, that's To teach the deestrick schoo
here. Sam, he was inquirin' rount
f,rr place. G.I' ] calculated we coult
Ioar her here, so L told him to sent
he On, He's willin' to pay five dollar
t. week. and that counts up!"
Nancy looked at her uncle witt
startled eyes.
''But there amt no room for her tc
sleep in," said she.
''!She can have your room, and yol
can take the little corner chamber in
the garret. One person more or lest
in the family don't make no differ.
ence, and five dollars is five dollars.
Have some more of the dried peach
sass, Johnson?"
Nancy said not word.
OF what avail was it to remind Uncls
Peter that the little garret chamber
was cold in winter and hot in summer,
that the roof leaked, and that rats
played high carnival there?
She only helped Hiram Jenifer to t
cucumber pickle, and replenished the
coffee-pot for the third time.
There's gal now-Brother Sam't
darter," refectively observed Mr.. Nor
ton, as he sprinkled pepper and vinegar
over his summer beets-''as is worth
her salt 'Arnin' twenty dollars n
month at teachin.' If Nancy could
make money like that But Nancy
hadn't never no faculty."
81 never had a chance !" cried Nancy,
with rising color and tear r-brimmed
eyes. 'I've been kept hard at work
since was child, and-and---"
"There, there don't get excited !"
said Uncle Peter, waving his hand in a
patronizing manner. ''Gals is queer
creeturs. You can't SO much as speak
to EN-, but they fly off at tangent.
Get things ready for Sans gal, that's
all l ask of you-and mind you hev
some fried chicken for supper. Hi
Jenifer hain't had bite O fried
chicken since he's been here. And
look arter the young goslin's that's
comm outen the shell down to the
barn-I suspicion there's a weasel
abroad somewheres--and mind tho
calves don't git into the corn. freely
must mend that gate-pin some O these
days. Come, boys, if you're sure you
can't worry down no more vittles-"
1t was not until the four men had
rhuflied off to the barnyard to look ut
Uncle Peters latest investment in O
new Durham COW, ere they returned to
the bayfield,, that Nancy sank wearily
down into a patch-cushioned rocker
and burst into tears.
I'm worked harder'n any slave"
said she, ''and don't never have no
chance to go nowhere nor see nothln',
and vet Uncle Peter thinks Iain't worth
my keep"
why, what's the matter, NancJf
Iou're Nancy Norton, aren't you?"
A sweet, CHEEKY voice sounded on
her cara light hand touched her
shoulder.
Nancy jumped to her feet
'.Are you Uncle Sans daughter"
she cried.
''Why, of course I ami Nancy Nor
ion, Just like yourself. Named after
our dear old grandmother-only they
call me Mamie"
A smouldering feeling of resentment
mad possessed Nancy's heart toward
this unknown relation; but it was all
dispersed now in the light OF those
clear, hazel eyes-the sunshine OF that
winning smile. q,
!. In q second she knew that she shoulS
IkdlbexsnaH cousin