St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1895-12-13

ment. But Molly sancesto rs did not
fight at Concord without leaving
something Of their spirit to their de.
scendants; so she turned to 60 with
an air which betokened no acquaint-
ance with rules" when Mr.. Rush,
whose heart had been trhe soften
ed by memories OF certain grave in
Mount Auburn which would be dec
GRATED that day, handed out three
trade dollars, and in ten minutes
Molly was in the Common, with all
the world before her where to choose"
The unusual leisure was so pleasant
that the girl loitered and fingered,
enjoying the sunshine and air, and
only when the noon whistles blew
did she come down to reality.
After dinner, with locked door, she
held council of war. Here, on one
side, was Molly Perry, twenty-four
years old, with health and hope, five
dollars in her trunk, three silver dol
lars in her pocket, and one good suit,
and on the other side, the great
pushing, scrambling world, eager to
grasp and slow to give. Molly did
some hard thinking. There's one
thing sure" she thought. 81 won't
tend store again, and | won't sew
for living, and | won't be cooped
up in shop" The chances are mar
rowing fast. Suddenly came an idea.
III do it," said Molly; and what it
was the Advertiser told next morning;
WANTED, by an American girl who is a
good plain cook, situation to do house
work in small family. Country pre-
ferred. Address M. p. Advertiser Office,
| Boston.
Well, the answers fairly poured in.
1t seemed as though all womankind
had been waiting for IAN American
girl who is a good plain cook" but
Molly resolved to be critical and
waited. In the meantime, seeing
that way was open, she dressed
herself in her best and went shopping
Saturday afternoon. She chose to
patronize Rush & Crush, where her
high and mighty airs gave unbounded
satisfaction to the clerks. with whom
she was favorite. She sailed up to
the print counter with great dignity,
turned the goods over, pulled the
corners cross-wise, after the fashion
of women shoppers, deprecated the
patterns, ETC., but finally bought
print for three dresses, gingham for
aprons, etc., to the amount of three
dollars, and counted out with great
majesty the three trade dollars.
"Oh, Molly, youknow wecan't take
them" said the clerk. Molly turned
to Mr.. Rush, who, sauntering along
with his eyes on the other side of the
store, was taking in the whole pro-
ceeding.
"Mr. Rush." she said, "Itook these
here day before yesterday, and now
the clerk refuses them"
Mr.. Rush was grimly amused at
her aduacity, but instead OF answer
ing her, turned to the grinning cash
boy in waiting, and snapped: Cash,
what are you waiting for? Take the
goods and money this Instant"
The youthful Mercury disappeared
like spirit, and Molly felt somewhat
as her great grandfather did at Con-
cord.
Monday morning brought letter
which seemed promising, and read as
follows:
WHEATFIELDs, New Hampshire, June2.
Miss Nj. P.-We need domestic, and
prefer one of our own nation. The fam
lily consists of myself and wife and hired
man. My wife is feeble, and the domes-
tic would have to take charge of every
thing. We would pay three dollars a
week to the right person. If you feel ca
pable for the place, and can bring a rec
concentration, we should be glad to
have you come as soon as possible.
Then followed some directions
about trains. and the whole was
signed, in plain, homely fashion.
Yours, Bethuel Harlow"
wife feeble" unused Molly; "well,
she won't be poking around the
kitchen all the time (another flash
OF the Concord spirit) Domestic"
not servant" or "hired girl" That
suited.
The result was that few days
later Molly, armed with letter from
her minister, was set down, the only
passenger. at Wheathelds station.
Squire Harlow, waiting for the ex-
pected good plain cook" was smlt-
ten with great misgivings at the
sight of the stylish young lady, for
to his eyes, accustomed to the dress
of Wheatfeds' daughters, the simple
gray dress with its graceful drapery
seemed the height of elegance, and
he was not re .assured by the question
of the station agent, Got company
from the city, amt YET" But it was
too late to retreat, and soon old
Dan'l was pulling them steadily to-
ward home. The squire said little,
but glanced at the girl occasionally
from under his shaggy eyebrows. 1t
was fair, honest face, which fresh
ened with every mile in the sweet
evening air, and the grey eyes took
in everything, from the chipmunk on
the wall to the locust trees with their
fragrant, dropping clusters.
"Want a piece?' said the squire, as
they drove under one. Her face was
answer enough; and stopping old
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