The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1894-08-30

delivery wagon, but ut present L Will
go after them myself"
"what are you going to charge?"
"a think about ten cents pair
would be fair, unless the holes were
unusually large and numerous, and
then say-ffteen.
Don't you think that rather steep?"
"Bless you, no, momsey. You
know yourself that darning makes
sock as good as new. and isn't it n
great deal better to spend fifteen
cents than thirty-fve for new ones,
and lots of the rich boys wear silk,
I'm sure, and they cost heaps more"
"When are we going to begin?"
goes on Mrs. Power, who by this time
is quite as enthusiastic as even Jessie
could desire.
To-day minute--I will
go right down to the village and lay
in n stock of daring cotton and silk,
and you may, while ] am gone, COM
pose the most taking circular your fer
tile brain can evolve"
A few days later Jessie, in her dain-
ty black gown with all her pretty
golden curls drawn into most becom-
ing fluffy knot under the black toque,
with bundle of circulars and an air
of business unmistakable, made her
! appearance at the Presidents house,
and after a little pardonable fear in
the august presence laid bare their lit
tie plan.
The grave eyes OF the Professor
watched the earnest young face as Jes.
sic warmed to the subject and a suspi-
cious mist dimmed for moment the
keenness of the kindly eyes as the
small hands tremblod over the refrac-
tory knots in the string that tied the
bundle of circulars. "My dear,
will help you in every way I can. /
consider il very sensible plan, asd
am sure the boys will be only too
glad to put work into such trust
worthy hands Your dear father was
great friend of mine and / am sure
that he would feel very proud of his
little daughter could he know how
bravely she had set TO work to he of
real help to her mother" giving n
fatherly pat to the golden hair. With
a warm hand clasp Jessie left him and
hurried home to tell the good news to
the waiting invalid.
Avery happy heart beat under the
stylish sealskin coat and a tender lit.
tie smile lowered on the sensitive
mouth as she thought of the Profes-
sor's last words.
'Dear papa, / know he would ap-
prove, and somehow / feel as though
he was very near and knew that was
looking out for the little mother. >"
Very fragile looked Mrs. Power rs
she sat in her easy chair with the
afternoon sun shining on the soft
brown hair just streaked with grey,
and wonderful longing in the
motherly eyes that looked out toward
the sunset as if to follow through that
golden gate the spirit of the dear one
that had gone before.
"My !d9aErlings hoy py..yorlook.
Pa; { have been successful, for
your ey look ali shiny, as you used
to say when you were little girl.
Was the Professor very stern and was
the ordeal as bad as you anticipated?"
"Oh, no; he was quite polite and
grasped my hand so tight when went
away that he made my ring cut me,
see?" and she pulled of her glove and
showed the wound.
"Poor little hand to think that it
is really all we have to depend upon, ="
sighed Mrs. Power.
Nonsense, mother darling, your
hand is going to help, too, and with
such force as that we will get along,
never fear. The Professor said it was
Il good plan and that he would help
me in every way he could"
''He was an old friend of your
fathers.
eyes, he said so," replied Jessie,
but she did not add what he had said
re eyarding her helping her mother. for
II was a very sore point with Mrs.
Power t. think that her tenderly
reared child should have to labor for
them both because she was physically
eafeeblei so that such labor of love
would only end in her bringing on
some greater and more serious trouble
1t was IA great Joy to her that in this
new venture she could in reality lend
hand and in the discussion of the
plans for the business" rs Jessie
would insist upon calling it, they both
grew quite animated and for a time
forgot their troubles.
They've come" shouted Jessie,
hying into her mothers room next
morning with dab of -four on one
cheek and dough clinging to her
hands, for in the excitement of the
moment, l regret to say, she had
neglected to remove these evidences
of culinary occupation,
"Who?" calculated Mrs. Power,
somewhat startled as she conjured up
visions of visitors who under pre-.
tense of coincidence has swooped upon
them to interfere materially with the
advancement of their plans.