Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1894-09-10

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cents wasted. And there are not
many cents left.
"Oatmeal and coffee for breakfast %
sighed Aurora. "And it was coffee
and oatmeal yesterday Oh, dear, how
wretched it is to be poor How sick
one does get of things!"
Try to remember that it's always
darkest just before daylight en-
couraged Miriam. "Sit up to the
table, dear, and eat something. It's
nice and hot !"
Miriam was sweet, fresh faced girl
of eighteen. Not, perhaps gifted
with Aurora's beauty, but when you
looked at Miriam Clymer once, you
always wanted to look the second
time.
"Where is Polly?" fretfully ques.
toned the elder sister. "It does seem
to me as if"
At that self same moment, however,
the door flew open and rosy, flushed
damsel burst into tho room like a
southwest gale.
Breakfast time already?" cried
Polly. "My goodness me, how tho
time does fy?"
Polly Clymer had very black eyes,
which laughed ut you like n sunbeam,
crop of short black curls, and teeth
which, although rather irregular, were
milk white, and her two cheeks were
like two roses nowly blossomed.
"Girls, Two been SO busyl" said
Polly.
Aurora frowned little.
81 wish was busy" said she.
Miriam helped her younger sister to
oatmeal.
81 should be busy too," said Mir.
lam, "lf there was anything to do"
Glow perfectly ridiculous all this
isl" cried Polly, waving her spoon.
"As If there wasn't always something
to do OF course Aurora would rather
do typewriting, because that's the
trade she's learned"
'TrndeP' echoed the scnndalized
beauty.
"And Miriam knows more about
music lessons than anything else but
if one can't get what one wants, one
must want what one can get. And
I've earned dollar this mornita al.
ready"
"What" cried Miriam.
more oatmeal, please" said Polly.
".Ob, yes, Pvo washed and dressed d
dear little grille in the fat down stairs,
and packed her little doll'e toy of q
trunk for the train. You see, the
nurse got angry and went AWAY. The
mother was that pallid consumptive
who was buried last week, and the
father Is sort of ne'er-do- we'll, who
plays the cymbals in Jones's Theatre
and don't pay any of his bills. And
the janitress was at her wits end what
to do, and stepped into the breach.
1t made me think of the good old
times when 1 played with doll almost
as big as l was
going2" asked Miriam.
''To her friends I suppose. I left
her asleep in the crib, and the land
lady's little girl watching her. I'm to
go back after my breakfast. There,
Mirry she tossed big silver dol.
lar to tho housekeeper-siste take
that to buy more oatmeal. And look
here, Miriam, Doctor Puffitt has got q
big order for the Rosebud Balm to 90
to watering place somewhere on the
Jersey coast, and wants some one to
paste on labels and tie up the bot.
ties, without loss of time. There's a
chancel"
Aurora drew herself up.
-, u don't think George Belden would
like it," said she.
"Oh, George-bother Georgel He's
nothing but a drug clerk himself.
Its none of his business one way or
the otherP cried Polly.
well, perhaps if you won't men
tion it, said Aurora, timidly. "One
has ones professional reputation to
maintain, you know"
"Stuffl" said Polly. doctor Put.
fits good-natured old soul, and I
really think if some one don't rally IN