The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1894-09-19
AMBITIOUS NELLIE.
SHIRLEY BROWNE.

days in October, when the vanishin,
suniiner-tide seems to east a brigh
glance behind, when the golden-rod
blaze along the roadside and the re,
leaves glow in crowded paths: wher
one would fancy winter an impossible
ty and sunshine permanency.
Nellie had not even stopped for hel
bonnet when she ran out into the or
chard to get basket of striped sweets
10 stew for tea. The yellow leave:
blew down into her hair like tricky
sprites, the sweet air famed her cheeks
and a locust directly over head, wound
his bugle with certain exultation
She stood still TO breathe in the autumn
freshness.
Nellie Dover was pretty with a solid.
built substantial type of prettiness
There was nothing fragile or ethereal
about her, any more than there would
be about the Greek slave, if that much
talked about young woman were dress
ed in common clothes and set to work
i'm farm house kitchen.
'John,n she cried, crisply, 10 the Of
Tending younger brother, rs he came at
this unfortunate moment in sight, ''ii
you ever do such a thing again"
"If ever don't do it, you mean, "
said Johnny, good-humoredly, as he
hoisted up the top bar himself. 'Yes,
! know. 1t was awful careless of me.
But | say, sis, there's a package for you
at the express Office. \ dollar and a
quarter 10 pay"
"A package, John"
''Yes, a package, directed TO Miss
Nellie Dover, with De Korate * Pam
thear's stamp ON il. | didn't bring it,
because | hadn't the money to pay the
express charges"
''John, for once i'm your life YOU act
ell sensible" said Nellie, speaking in n
slow, hard voice. "A dollar and "A
quarter, indeed, For the privilege of
getting those horrid paintings on satin
back, with Messrs. De Korate X Pam
thear's compliments and best thanks,
and regrets that the overcrowded state
of the market prevents their accepting
the inclosed specimens of art No, If
the express Office wants dollar and a
quarter, let them take the goods to pay
expenses"
Johnny chuckled as he bit into the
rosy side Of a juicy apple.
"You paid half a dollar last week, !"
said he, ''for the return Of that thrill
ing love story that the editors didn't
acceptr'
II know that" said Nellie; ''but
I'm not going To be a fool the second
time"
'I've seen worse stories than that, ("
observed Johnny, meditatively, crunch
ing his apple. ''I wonder they didn't
print it. Two murders and an abdue-
ton and a lot of dialect trash, a la FASH
ionable novelist 1t ought To have gone
down ~
'John, YOU wretch ~ cried Nellie !;
show do you know what was in it,"
''Oh, | read it that day you went to
the husking picnic, 1t wasn't so bad
/ tell yOu," asserted the youthful critic,
looking around for second apple.
''But the fifty cents for having it re-
turned-that was dead loss, eh, Nell ,"
"I'vc burned the hatefu> stuff" said
Nellie, with grinIace. al never want
to see it again. Oh, John, you don't
know what your privileges are?"
''Eh ?'' said John, turning his hon
est, freckled countenance toward the
excited speaker.
''You can bind yourself appretiee to
trade. You can run away to sea
You can earn livelihood no matter
what detides. You aren't woman ~
''No thank fortuner ~ said compla-
cent John. "But all the same, Nell,
you needn't put on such a long face"
"What can / do?" sighed Nellie,
slowly fiinging apple after apple into
the basket. ''I wrote to the Corres-
pondent's Column and laid my case
before them. But it was no Use"
"What did they say" asked John.
Once more Nellie screwed her rosy
lips into letter ., and frowned omi-
nously.
'sThey told me to go to work, doing
what / could do best. / can't do any
thing best.
'You're dabster at school teach
ing" said John.
.'What good does that do me when
Huldah Hall has secured the district
SCHOOL, az
'sYou can make boss crulfers and GIN
gerbread," suggested the loyal young
er brother.
$50 can every other woman in the
Verlet Vale"
Al heard Aunt Jane say you made
the prettiest button-holes she ever saw
"Yes," acknowledged Nellie taking
up the basket, which was now full,
'sbut j can't put button-holes on the
market. And oh, John, do so want
To earn little money! There are 50
many of US children, and father has to
work 80 hard"
al never saw anything like you wo-
men," said Johnny, aiming an apple
at a brrhy-tsiled chipmunk on the
nearest rail, and signally missing his
target. "You don't know how to get
grip of things"
"What on earth do you mean, john