Morris tribune., 1895-06-19
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fall in with the ideae She said twas
dneadtul foolish streak in little CIR
70 plan so fur ahead. But for al
philury's soft look she was set as tn
hills. She cried and took on so tina
mother gave in, and Philury set t,
earning of that black silk. She'd tall
and talk about it. Silk is so soft ant
pretty. Miss Virgins says it's spun by
little worms outer their own bodies.s
should huff to see 'em spinning of the
silk, shouldn't you, 'Lizy?' she'd
break out some night when rs mos
asleep, and I'd tell her, cross as coulG
| be, to shet up.
'Wall, if you b'lieve it, when she
was sixteen she had money enough tC
buy a black silk, an she'd earnt every
dollar of the whole fifteen, picking
plums and sellingof 'em and knitting
sole feelings; and once she kept house
for old Mis- Blossom when she went
visiting down below where she come
from. She stayed a week, reclec';
and she paid Philury dollar.
"Wall, why it should "a happened
tell; why 'twa'n't next week or even
the next day, but no, the very day, I
might say the very hour, Philury got
her money together who should drive
up but Samanthy Ann Holmes and
Lanson Holmes with their boy that
was cripple. They was in peck of
trouble. 1t seemed they'd heard of a
doctor in Boston that cured jest sech
cases, and they was all up in arms
about i'll didn't wonder, seeing he
was all they had and great sufferer
If they could git him cured. But
twas lack of money that troubled 'em.
hanson said he'd scraped and saved
and couldn't git the money to save
him, and it did seem as if he couldn't
stand it, now he'd hope hid out to
him, not to take hold of it. And
Samanthy she cried and hid her little
boy up clost and tender, and mother
cried and did little, though want
never any'hand to, no more'n be now.
How much be you short" says mother
Fifteen dollars says Lanson.
Somehow mother and | looked at
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'twa'n't nothing else; but Philury sat
there calm and still, 'cept for a kinder
scat look. can't describe it no better
than by saying it was a scat look. But
in few minutes she got up and went
out, and l followed 'er. / found 'er
looking at 'er money and kinder sob
bin like. What is it?' ST. What be
4 -
Lanson. I've got to; but oh! Lily, it
seems jest as if 'twould break my heart
TO give up my black silk I wouldn't,
then, ST. 'Ohr says she, but think of
MS poor, crooked little back and alwuz
having to go so, COS wouldn't give up
ny black silk. I've got to give it up;
out mebbe,' says she, i can earn it
lgain. It wouldn't take so long next
lime, now I'm bigger Pom that she
seemed to kinder straighten up and
make up her mind not to feel bad any
more. She went to the sink and
washed the red off her eyes, and then
pack to the long kitchen where the
est was. They was beat, I tell you,
when she handed out the money and
old 'em it was for Charleys back.
They said they'd pay it back if they
,ver could; but they never did, for
4anson lost his health and died next |
1ear, and Charley, though his back
eemed to be better, didn't have no
lealth, and died when he was twelve. |
'amanthy never forgot it; but that was
ii she could do. poor cretur, and Phil
Try never begretched the money nor
poke of it-only to feel bad for little
HARLEY and the rest.
wall, that was fall er the year an,
you b'lieve it, fore the next fall
'hilury had earnt her money again.
low she done it, the Lord knows, 1
ont; but she saved here and pinched
here, | s'pose. Anyway she had it all
n three crisp five dollar bills, when
Who should come to our house but
anet Woburn that had been to work
n the fact'ry, and sheegtolet Injury
he must have some nice black lace to
rim it with, jest a little round the
asque waist an the neck an sleeves.
anet was dreadfully ragged out her
elf with ruffies all over her, almost
was when they wore Sech sight of
and Philury see that Janet
vas right shed either haf' to have
he lace or thelse git more silk an cut
up into rufnes, an that seemed clear
waste. So she decided on the lace and
ut away the bills till she could earn
hat.
ut was jest on the aidge of them
ard times, and father was beginning
o look anxious bout a note that old
quire Hopkins hid ag'inst him. You
now, Sileny, something about Hop
ms" s.
Il guess do" murmured Mrs. Dol
ard. I'VE got into his clutches once,
nd twas years afore we got clear"
WALL this want no great mount
nat note he held ag'inst father; but it
eemed jest as if twas witchwork, for
hen he'd got enough, all but fifteen
ollars, he sorter stuck right there and
ouldn't git no furder. We all KEEP it
rom Philury, for we knowed what she
'as; but one night she come home un-
eknownst while we three, father an
lother an l, was talking of it over
ound the fireplace. / can seem to see
ow Jest how we set; father was at