The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1895-12-19
A SPECIAL PROVIDENCE.
EY MAUD RITTENHOUSE..

her curly head into Miss Yarwood's
studio.
''Wh-ew!" she cried, "aren't you
burnt up? What is it now?"
It's pin-trays-siX of them! And 1
nm too warm, but wanted to dry the
color well; there's SO little time"
II wonder you don't die Miss Alice!
You are cooped up here from daylight
until dark, and even after dark, now
that Christmas orders are coming in.
How late did you work last night?"
Twelve" said Miss Yarwood, half
Rpologetically. But you don't know
how thankful / am that | can do those
Dresden designs at night! See here;
aren't these dainty? I'm going to fire
them tonight" and Miss Yarwood
Strengthened her stiffened figure and
led the way to tall cabinet filled with
odd bits of china, from among which
she indicated one particular row of
tiny cups and saucers.
''Oh, the dainty darlings!" cried the
young girl, with positive rapture.
''How you do them can't even imagine.
And will those black dots and scrolls be
SOIu aiIef Jne HrInS
Gold as can bel" laughed the other.
"They're an order for Kitty Birch;
n present, if you please, for the we'd
ding OF her dearest friend"
What will you get for themg" Nora
asked, suddenly, with the liberty of one
familiar with the business" of the
studio.
Miss Yarwood hesitated moment,
and little fame of color shot into the
pallor of her cheek as she replied: Six
dollars"
"Apece!"
"No, motor all of them"
Nora stared blanllly and then fairly
shrieked:
"Only six dollars for the whole half
dozen? Why, you have worked for
days on them-what did the plain china
cost?"
Fifty apiece"
THAT'S three dollars for the set. And
how much gold have you used?'
Not more than dollars worth, if
that much" came the faint response.
Then you'll get two dollars for work
1uS lNO anu III ilAo' putting OhG
your eyes, breaking your devoted back,
running your health, and-and the fir
ing still to do. l forgot to count that
and the gas. Miss Alice, my dear, you
are an idiot! You make me absolute
ly furious!" and Nora stalked to the
other side of the room and fiounced
angrily into seat by the low wiadow.
Listen, dearie." Miss Alice spoke
with a little deprecatory gesture. ITS
Kitty's very, very dearest friend, and
she did want to give her something
charmingly pretty, and yet six dollars
was every cent she could afford"
Then why didn't she use up her own
strength and nerves and eyesight in
stead of yours in her investment? She
can ma-.age to wear beautiful clothes
and warm furs and several hats a sea-
son, while you are going about in a
cloak you've worn for five years-and
even your best dress frayed at the
edges
Now, Nora! I'm sure my cloak is
still stylish and pretty, and l bound the
frayed edges only last week, SO the
dress looks as good as new. I'm sure
1 always look nice"
Mice! You look like an angel"
and impulsive Nora flung both arms
about the little spinster and kissed her
hot cheek. when l get to Heaven l
shall expect to see all the angels wear
ing darned-over cashmeres and big
bingham aprons that smell of lavender
and tinting-oil. Can't you come out,
just for a minute, for a walk and
breath of fresh air?"
Miss Yarwood shook her head with
q mock-woeful grimace. Il must get
the cream Jug ready for the firing, and
all the COLDS to put on that vase yet.
Io-morrow's Sunday, dear; We'll have
long walk then, in the afternoon"
Nora sighed and left the room; but
Miss Yarwood smiled as her fine brush
1railed delicate lines of gold over the
pale blossoms on the ivory-tinted
cream Jug.
Mora doesn't realize how fortunate
i am" she said. Il never had so many
orders before at Christmas time"
Meanwhile Nora was freeing her
mind to Caesar, the huge mastitf, who
stretched his great legs as he rose from
the door-mat.
She's killing herself, Caesar, for
dollar day. Come, sir, you need run.
Wen take the back way to the grocery
ANA get bag of cool oranges for that
hot little goose. There, now, one, two
--run!" 1t was twilight and the street
was still. "Nobody'll know we are
schoolmarms, Caesar. This is glorious
Go it, l say. Oh! oh, dear! gracious!
beg your pardon. If it isn't DR..
Grimes"
"Or what is left of him." that gentle
man fustered. Twill you tell me, miss,
what you mean by fitting headlong in
this fashion at respectable old gentle
men who weigh POOP"
If you please, sir, we were in bit of
hurry going for oranges for Miss
Alice"
IF she needs 'em that badly think
I'll turn back with you to see that you
get a good sort. There's new Florida
orange in-thin-skinned and sweet.
M--h-ah, how is Miss Alice to-day?"
Cooked, SIR"