The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1894-09-05
HER NEW SITUATION.
By Losing One Place She Got Anoth
er and Was Made Happy.

"Dear me- said Mrs Pell, 'what is
the matter with Carrie? Amt sick is
shee'
Mrs. Peil had come up to her lodg-
er's room TO borrow a dust-pan. Life
among the poor-tenement house life,
at least-is all give and take; and Mrs.
Pell borrowed dust pan and egg beat
ers. Just a. Mrs. DE Ritter, of upper
Fifth avenue would borrow a 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 respe, ID an intan-
gibIe essence of ladyhood IA At hovered
about them. They had no carpet on
their floor, yet it was always clean;
the curtains were made of "cheeSe-
cloth" at four cents a yard; the bed on
which the mother and daughter slept
assumed the siInilitude of stained
pier-wardrobe by day. The cooking
was done on a kerosene stove in the
corner, and Mrs. Pell discovered that
Mrs. Bolton did fioss-silk embroidery
on flannel of infants wardrobes, while
Carrie was one of the attendants in
Miller & Co.'S dry goods store on
Broadway. -
II knowed they was genteel," said
Mrs Pell, ''the minute | set eyes on
'em. Mrs. Belton's dress is shabby,
and Mrs. Hourie, the grocer's wife,
on the first floor, wears hers somehow
different; and Carries bonnet Is plain
black straw, with loops OF green rib
bon, but its 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 floss-silk EN-
broidery pushed to one side, was trying
10 comfort her.
'.No," said Mrs. Bolton, ''she isn't
sick, but"
''I'm discharged" said Carrie sud
denly, Strengthening herself up. I've
lost my place. One of the customers
brought a point-lace handkerchief tO
t., store TO match it i'm fiounces, and
she couldn't find il afterwards, and
II know" said Mrs. Pell, II had 4
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. Ii was laid to you, o
course.
And | may consider my self lucky,
they tell me-" cried our indignant Car
rie, ''that | am not arrested and put in
prison. Only 'previons good conduct
saved me. But don't consider myself
lucky. | consider that have been in
suited and aggrieved. /"
Carrie! Carrier gently soothed the
mother. And Carries passionate
words died away in flood ol
tears.
But what are we to do?'' she cried
Glow are we to live? No one will tax,
me i'm after this. 1t would he of no
Use for me to try and get a situation. y
God will provide, Carrie,'' whisper.
ed Mrs. Bolton.
At that moment there came a SHARP
tap at the door.
as the young lady ready for TIE
place out in Orange county," asked ;
gruff voice. ''Mr. Jessup's wagon is
at the door. That's me. And hes
awaiting"
IA mev' said Mrs. Pell, starting up
~ clean forgot all about il. Name OF
Jessup? Louisa Olcoot, she's dreadful
sorry, but her uncle amt willing, on
sober second thoughts, To let her 70
out of the city. They've gone to Con.
ey Island and"
"Ain't that the young woman?" said
Mr.. Jessup, nodding his head toward
Carrie Bolton as she stood in the door
way.
Certainly not" said Mrs. Pell, brist-
ling up. This is the floor above the
OlcOtt rooms
''NO offense, no ouensc;; said Mr..
JesSup. ''But what be going to do.
Ny wife calculated on my bringing
home some hired help, and I dunno
nothing about your intelligence offices.
And the train goes at H."
"What sort of place is it''' asked
Carrie, suddenly turning around.
''Gineral housework,r said the old
farmer, leaning against the side of the
door. "a little of everything. Sort OF
handy woman about the place. Jest
exactly the sort of work our darter
would have done if she'd lived 10 grow
up. -Four dollars week and good
home. | dunno what you think of it,
hut il seems to me a pretty fair offer.
Mother" said Carrie breathlessly
81 have great mind to go, if-if Mr.
Jessup will take me-
And glad of the chance" said the
old farmer, cheerfully.
II don't know much about house
keeping" went on Carrie.
My woElan'll teach yOu," said the
farmer. ''She'd be doing it herself i
il wasn't for the rheumatism in her
back. And you look like one who
would be quick and active TO learn"
"And | know all about her." said
Mrs Pell; ''and / tell you, Mr.. Jessup
she's a good, trustworthy girl a. evei
lived
''I could jedge as much as that by
her looks" said Mr.. Jesslp, shrewd
ly.
80 Carrie Belton steered her little liz,
back into this new current.
She had been a week at the Jessup
farm before she wrote home TO hel
mother.
DEAR MoTIIER:-I am the happi.
ext girl in the world. This is "A Lowell,
place-all apple orchards and mead
ows knee-deep in red clover and timo
thy grass. / help to milk the cows ev-
cry night, and the lambs and chicken.
know me already. Mrs. Jessup is tn.
kindest old lady you ever knew, Al
she Is afraid of is that | will do TO;
much. Frank-that is her nephew
who lives here and helps Mr.. JessuJ
with the f.arfu-i.rin.r- "a, all fh. moo,