Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-12-25

glass f-r Eve minutes thinking
Then she put on her hat went ou,
on the street. walked straight to on
Of the stores. where she purchased 81
entire suit of clothing, from hat Il
gloves.
81 want something handsome,
she said TO the saleswOman: 'some
thing that fits me and 10 becoming.
This done. she went hack to hel
room, dressed herself In the new
things, and then she deliberately
placed one after another of her pos.
sessions upon the CRATE nre. WithiE
an hour she had not one solitary
thing that she had ever owned be.
fore.
She left the house without . word
Of farewell, aud when she reached
the sidewalk she stood for a moment
wondering where she would 20. She
had not friend in the great city.
All the people she knew were merely
bus ness acQuaintances She had
only the clothes she wore and-a
million dollars.
It Is matter of wonder, even ia
those who realized 1t best, what a
miracle can be wrought with money.
In three months from the day that
Sarah stood in the street with
nothing save her Inheritance, she was
owner and mistress of ono of the
best appointed houses in New York.
-
dresses and laces and jewels; no lack
Of people who called, leaving cards
and invitations, and no lack of men
who were ready to pay court and
compliments TO her.
These three months had been a rev.
elation to Sarah. 1t was her drst ex.
perience 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 was bored, and
the third she was thoroughly unhappy
ard much dissatisfied. The functions
OF society she found wearisome. The
polite lies that people continually
told each other dis9usted her. The
lightness with which society regarded
what she considered crimes shocked
her. She found herself longing for
something that was genuine and
good, and wondering whether any.
body was really honest.
This state Of things became intol-
cradle to the plain, practical business
woman. She thought IL all over one
night, as she sat alone in her lux.
ur Gus chamber. 1t was different
vastly different, from the room where
she did her thinking three months
before. Was this what she had
missed then and longed for-to sit
alone in the midst of all this splendOr
and wonder what e should do with
herself; to realize that not one Of all
the new friends who svarmed about
her and readily accepted her hospi.
tality really cared button for her?
Could she spend all the years of her
life this way? No. She could not and
she would not!
Sarah jenkins arrived at conclu.
sions quickly. Eally the next morn
ing she sent for her lawyer to como
to her.
II want you to sell this house for
me-" she said
why" replied the lawyer, ':you
have only just bought it."
mo matter how lO0g l have had
it, l want to sell it"
''Are you going away?"
slNn I h,,,, -
house that will suit me better"
This isn't handsome enough for
her. thought the lawyer Put a
beggar on horseback, and" Aloud
he said, -
-, cry well, Miss jenkins, I'll at
tend to it,"
Sarah's next move was to look for
her new house. She found It; an un.
pretentious dwelling in quiet side
street. She had it put in perfect
order. and furnished prettily and
neatly, but without touch Of gor-
geousness anywhere. Meanwhile the
up town house with all its
had been sold, and one
day Sarah walked into the office
where she had spent so many years.
1t was her office now, and her bust.
ness. She said to the young man
VINO had taken her place.
You will take charge of the ship.
ping at the same salary you have
now. will occupy this place here
after" and she took of her hat seat
ed herself on the high stool. and be.
gan picking up the threads of the
old life just where she had dropped
them.
This is the first happy day have
Known for three months" she said to
George Howe, the d boOkkeeper, as
she went out that night. He was a
grave, staid man Of SO, who had been
with the house for nearly thirty
years No one knew much about
him. He said. one Christmas when
asked about his gifts, that there was
no one to Rive him anything.
why" asked the inquirer,
"haven't you any folks?"
Il have no one in the world bus
myself" said George Howe, and he
turned again to his desk and books.
That was all he had ever said about
himself to anY one. Indeed. he never
said much about anything. During
all the years he had sat in the same
Office with Sarah Jenkins he had only
spoken to her upon matters of busi-
ness, and she regarded him In very
much tho same way that she did the
big ledger In front of him.
So, when Sarah volunteered the re.
mark concerning her happiness,
George was surprised somewhat, but
he answered pleasantly
''1t is good to see you back here l
have missed you very much"
All the way home Sarah thought OF
those wOrds-"I have missed you
very much No one had ever said
that to her before. She didn't be-
:ieve anyone had ever missed her.
She sat down in her cOsv llttle slit no