The Penn's Grove record., 1895-12-20

Of the stores where ste purchased al
enJire suit OF clothinIg, from hat u
gloves.
~ want something handsome
she said TO the salesJfoman; some
thing that dts me ADD is becoming
This done, she vent hack to hel
room, dressed herself In the new
things, and then she deliberately
placed n after another OF her pos
sessions upon the Rra;e fire. Within
an hour she had notl one SOLITARY
thing that she had eyer owned be.
tore.
She left the house Without a word
of farewell, and whdn she reached
the sidewalk she stood for a moment
wondering where she would go. She
had not a friend In the great city.
All the people she knew were merely
bus ness acQuaintances She had
only the clothes sh4 wore aud-a
million dollars.
1t is a matter of wbnder, ven To
those who realized i'll best, what
miracle can be wrought with money.
In three mouths FROM the day that
Sarah stood In tho street with
nothing save her inheritance, she was
owner and mistress Of one of the
best appointed houses in New York.
There was no lack now of fine
dresses and laces and Jewels; no lacR
OF people who called, leaving card:
and Invitations, and no lack of mer
who were ready to pay court and
compliments to her.
These three months had been a rev
elation to Sarah. It was her first ex,
p~erience with the social world. But
her long business training had given
her keen insight into things and had
taught her to form quick, and nearly
always correct. opinions of people.
For the first month she was inter
ested, the second she vas bored, and
the third she was thoroughly unhappy
ard much dissatisfied. The function:
OF society she found wearisome. The
polite lies that people continually
told each other disguised her. The
lightness with which society regarded
what she considered crimes shocked
her. She found herself longing fol
something that was genuine and
good, and wondering whether any
body was really honest.
This state of things became intol'
erabie to the plain, practical business
woman. She thought it all owe ono
night. as she sat alone in her lux.
ur Gus chamber. 1t was different,
vastly different, from the DON where
she did her thinking three months
hefoie. Was this what she had
missed then and longed for-to sit
alone in the midst OF all this splendor
and wonder what 8 e should do with
herself; to realize that not one of all
the new friends who svarmed about
her and really accepted her hospi
tally really cared a button for her:
Could she spend all the years Of hel
life this way? No. She could not and
she would noti
Sarah jenkins arrived at conclu
! sions quickly. Ea,ly the next morn
ing she sent for her lawyer to CONT
To her.
81 want you to sell this house fol
me-" she said
| why" replied the lawyer, ';yor
have only just bought it"
''No matter how loog / have hat
1t, l want to sell ito
/, "Are you going away?"
mo. am going to buy anotheI
! house that will suit me better"
''Ibis isn't handsome enough fol
! her." thought the lawyer. PUT
beggar on horseback, and" AlouC
he said
| q, cry well, Miss Jenkins, I'll at
tend to it."
! Sarah's next move was to look foI
her new house. She found it.; an IN
pretentious dwelling in a quiet sid
street. She had 1t put in perfecI
order, and furnished prettily anC
neatly, but without a touch Of gor
geousness anywhere. Meanwhile thu
handsomesup-town house with all its
furnishings had been sold, and ont
day Sarah walked into the offic,
where she had spent so many years
1t was her office now, and her bust
ness. She said TO the young maj
who had taken her place
"Y0u will take charge Of the ship
ping at the same salary you hav'
now. / will occupy this place here
AFTER" and she took off her hat, seat
ed herself on the high stool, and be
gan picking up the threads of tn
old life just where she had droppe'
them.
''Thls is the first happy day l hav
known for three months" she said t
George Howe, the cd bookkeeper, a
she went out that night. He was
grave, staid man of so, who had bee
with the house for nearly thirt
years No Que knew much abou
him. He said. one Christmas wheI
asked about his gifts, that there wa
no one TO give him anything.
why" asked the inquirer
haven't you any folks?"
II have no one 10 the world bu
! myself" said George Howe, and h
turned again to his desk and book
I That was all he had ever said abou
himself to any one. indeed, he neve
said much about anything. Durin
all the years he had sat In the sam
office with Sarah Jenkins he had onl
spoken to her upon matters of bus
ness, and she regarded him In yer
much tho same way that she did tn
big ledger In front OF him.
so, when Sarah volunteered the II
mark concerning her happines,
George was surprised somewhat, bu
he answered pleasantly
sit is good to see you back here.
have missed o very much"
! All the way home Sarah thought {
those words-"I have missed 20
very much.' No one had ever sal
that to her before She didn't b,
;ieve anyone had ever missed he
She sat down in her COSY little slit n
room that night, after tea, and IL
drlaed in one OF her characteristic
-Turnxs- one had tasted the frui
of luxury, and found it OF bitter iii
yor, she had comforted herself b
going back TO her work. So far sh
was satisfied. But she had ais
tasted the sweets OF human compar