The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-08-08

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 There was rather Hull just now in the ''candy business" private orders coming in more seldom, so the next morning Louise began the lace work; 1t took all the spare time of that week, but when completed it was beautiful piece of repairing.
 On Monday, early in the morning, Mrs. Wallingford, accompanied by two other ladies, called to inquire about the work. Louise was in the midst of her candy-making; pan of cocoanut cones was just out of the oven, a kettle of fondant had just reached the proper consistency, the air was laden with sweet odors, and Louise was in big apron up to her chin. Hastily turning down the lamps and setting the ! "cream" in pan of hot water. she went behind the counter and produced the work. Everyone exclaimed over its beauty, the owner being particu- larly pleased.
 "I don't know how much it ought to be-" said Louise, ingepuously; "this is the first work of the kind have ever done for pay"
 "But I know how much it is worth to me-" said Mrs Wallingford, and gave in return bill of such generous dimensions that Louise was quite over whelmed.
 The next day quite bundle of work came down from the "St. James," lace tie and fichu, some dainty lisle- thread hose and silk underwear, and until the hotel closed Louise always had work of that kind on hand. More over, as one after another the visitors began packing trunks for a northern flight, pretty boxes of confectionery were slowed away among their belong ngs.
 April came, and the vast hotel was silent once more; only six weeks long CT and the college would close, and most of Louise's merry and boyish pat rons would be gone. Even now it was growing so warm that 'sweeties" were not so much desired. She had time for her garden and household work, time also for making few friends, and among them Mrs. Singleton, matron of the college, Many pleasant after noon did she and Fife spend in that lady's sunny parlor; and it was lit tie odd, that as often as not Prof. Allen would come in with Fred about five o'clock, and all four would walk down to the "P. and D. Establishment" to- gether. Later on he brought Mrs. Singleton for an evening call, and noting the brave and quiet simplicity in which Louise lived lost his heart more and more surely.
 When July came, with its heat and heavy rainfall, Louise lost all her roses. Miss Beesley had gone to the Adirondacks month before, and now letter came from her saying, so kindly: "Dear child, need you; come and spend the summer with me an we will do each other good"
 How Louise longed to go! Mrs. Sin. gleton's advice was to the point: ''!Sow just you go! Don't worry about Fred one mite; I'll board him, and welc1 ne, for the company and help he'll .oe." And so in short time Lonse and her merry little sister were gone. P.of. Allen spent rather doleful summer; there seemed to be other things be- sides his socks that needed patching and darning"-his heart, for instancs, and his temper; and he learned, to his great surprise, how empty ones world may be when only one small person is out of it.
 Among the cool and quiet hills Louise gained strength and spirits rapidly. and spent long, cool mornings prepar- ing and crystallizing fruit for her win ter trade, strengthened and cheered by Miss Beesley's kindly, practical common sense.
 Child" said the latter one day, sud. denly coming out of brown study" II believe when you go back I'll spend the winter with you. You've no idea how lonesome it was last year, os. pecially when the lumbago got so bad; and if won't be In the way"
 A soft hand was laid over her mouth just here, and sweet, glad voice |, called out: You'll just make the way all bright and shining and clear if you are in it. Oh, dear Miss Beesley! do come!" And so it was settled.
 And you won't mind fifty pounds extra baggage, will you?' said the lit- tie old maid, "when it happens to be the best Vermont maple sugar? The . nuts will be along about Christmas" Two weeks later and the party were safely domiciled at Woodbridge. Among the first to call was Prof. Al. len.
 Any kin to the Aliens, of Ports mouth?" queried Miss Beesley.
 My grandparents live there" said the professor, smiling indulgently. 'Was your fathers name Jeremiah, and is yours Thomas?" questioned Miss Beesley, with as much directness as a census taker.
 Exactly. said the professor, now thoroughly interested. Well, it beats my time!' said Miss Beesley, fairly gasping. "When was girl, your fathers back yard in Ports mouth joined ours; and many's the , time I've seen you, sir, barefooted, and