Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1897-08-06

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"Wait Bit" said Miss Chubb, tying
the string of the parcel in slow, elab-
crate bow. "You are Myra Gates, are
you not?-the girl in the second story
of Blossoms house?"
EYES," the customer answered, def
antIy.
Your stepmother's widow. isn't
she-with a lot of little children and
not much means to provide for them?"
Everybody knows that" said Myra,
almost petulantly.
"And there's one little lad pining
with hip disease?"
eyes"
Myra Gatess large, dark eyes had
softened some in their light.
81 suppose" said Miss Chubb, her
eyes fixed keenly on the customer,
chat he don't get many little dainties.
such as ailing children like. I'll just
put up a bunch of raisins and fig or
so for him and one of these fresh cards
of gingerbread
In the same moment Myra Gates
flung back her shawl and threw the
purloined cake on the counter once
again.
81 took it on the sly" said she, with
a great sob in her voice. eyes, I stole
it. And 1 won't deny it! But it was
for poor little Larry that never tastes
anything but bread from one weeks
end to another-poor dear"
Didn't you know it was wrong?"
said Miss Charity Chubb, mildly.
''Yes-but it was for Larry"
Are you so very poor?"
1--WE are starving" said Myra. "My
mother can't get wash but day now
and then, and the firm that employed
me failed a week ago Monday last, and
all we have to live on is Timmy's. dol
lar week that he gets in store down
town for sweeping out and running err
rands."
did you ever take anything with
out leave before?" said Miss Charity.
mol" cried Myra Gates. "And,
Heaven helping me, never will
again"
Look here, Myra," said the little
shopkeeper, laying a gentle hand on
the girls tattered sleeve, 81 believe you
never have broken Gods laws before,
and I have faith that you never will
again"
THANK you, Miss Chubb," said poor
Myra, almost inaudably.
81 need girl to help me here in the
store" added Charity. 81 am getting
old and not so spry as I once was. If
you've a mind to come and try the
place, I'll give you fifty cents day at
first and more if I find that you are
reliable and can earn it."
ooh, Miss Chubb-after-afte what
I did today?"
Were none of us perfect, child"
said Miss Charity, shortly, '..andSthe
Lord knows what would becorbeSf us
if He wasn't always giving us a chance
to try again. Go home and tell your
and then come back to-
morrow morning"
Myra Gates obeyed, but as she
walked out she stopped hurriedly and
pressed her lips to the little shop wom-
ans brown hand.
Heaven bless you'll" she whispered.
L think you have saved me-"
Miss Charity looked after the girls
form.
az suppose people would say was
'unning a risk" she thought, "but it
vas my opportunity, and 1 could not
ct it go by"
Myra Gates came early the next day
Ter thick, dark tresses neatly brushed
nd braided, her dress mended, and
roned her face alight with q new hope.
Are you glad to Gomez" asked the
pinster, noting the expression of her
yes.
oh" cried Myra, ''you don't know
hat a life 1 lead at home with my
tepmotherl If it wasn't for little Lar.
Y, I almost think I should have COM
lifted suicide long ago."
Perhaps the world would have been
ute justified in saying that Miss Char
v Chubb did an indiscreet thing in
king Wilbur Gates's orphan daugh-
n into her store. but the results were
lost favorable. At the years end My
/ had become indispensable to her-a
Iick. loving young assistant, who
atched her with eyes of true affection,
I'd who made the interests of her en-
oyer her own. And, what was bet
r still, she had saved Myra from the
ough of Despond into which she had
zen slowly sinking, almost uncon-
iously to herself.
Elder Daley was right, Miss Chubb
ought. Opportunities come to all of
l.. if we can only wait patiently enough
and mine was sent to me at lasti"-
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