The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1899-06-28

ing Young person of about 10 years OF
age. Her bingham frock was stiffiy
starched. and her white collar and cuffs
were spotless. She wore leather gloves
TO protect her hands, and broad-brim
hat shaded her face. Liny Poss was in
a pleasant frame of mind that morning
as she drove her vegetables into town.
The garden was yielding finely, and the
peas, potatoes and cabbages would COM
mand very good price.
.One-fifth of the proceeds comes to
me, john" said Liny, addressing the
old horse That's fair and square in
ma. amt il?
When John reached the stream at
the foot of the hill he paused, and Liny
climbed out upon the wagon shaft and
unlocked the headstrap, then urged
her friend farther up the stream, so
that out of the way of passing vehicles
he might drink at his leisure.
Scarcely had Johns head touched the
water when there dashed through the
stream pony carriage containing two
girls. A great mastiff was trotting
contentedly beside the carriage, and
the girls were talking and laughing
gayly.
The pleasant light died out of Liny's
black eyes, and a frown formed itself
between them before she replaced the
headstrap and climbed back into the
wagon to continue her journey. Yes,
she was jealous; she acknowledged it
TO her friend, the old horse, with fierce
vehemence, for Liny was honest; she
was jealous of Julia Gregg, the girl driv-
ing the pony, and she was jealous of the
other girl in the pony carriage who was
visiting at the great house among the
oaks.
Nothing on earth to do but have a
good time" muttered Liny. Get up
late in the mornings, and no beds to
make; delicious things to eat at all the
meals, and no hand in the cooking; go
ing to have fireworks in the grounds on
the Fourth of July, and can 60 to Eu-
rope. too. 1t isn't fair, is it, John?
''She's seen me at the post office off
and on every summer since we've both
been little tackers,'' continued Liny,
her ill-humor increasing, land we've
passed in the road time and again, and
we've stood side by side at the ribbon
counter, and | bought yard of ribbon
off the same piece, though l knew she'd
turn her nose up if she ever found out;
but, laws, no, John, we're not acquaint-
ed! She goes to Europe, and l carry
vegetables to the town market; she
pays nine dollars for her shoes, and l
give two dollars for the ones 1 wear on
Sunday. She'd laugh fit to kill, dare
say, if anyone was to tell her that I'd
like to go visiting to her house and see
how it is to be stuck up. But I've got
to keep straight along gathering vege
tables, and hauling them to the city for
other folks to eat; and I've got to"
Liny's voice sank to a whisper, and she
finished with a gulp, 1--WE got to cut
wood out in the shed at nights when we
can't get man in the daytime, and it
isn't girls work. 1t isn't fair
She slipped plump brown hand out
of one of the leather gloves and rubbed
it hastily over her glistening eyes, and
then she laughed in self-ridiculing
way.
She dashed her hand across her eyes
again and SAID, braVely:
well, I'm not going to mind. get
one-fifth of the proceeds, and l can go
shopping as we'll as other folks. Fire
works in the grounds, indeed, and talk
ing about them month ahead, and not
American enough to shake your hand
like the president of the United States!"
Liny's varying expressions settled
into one of firm determination as she
drove on in a business-like manner
paying undivided attention to John as
the wagon rumbled through the crowd
ed thoroughfare. She was glad when
her vegetables were disposed of to her
dealer, and she had tied John in quiet
place a square back of the market, and
she threw her head up trife and gave
swift smile, as she repeated to her.
self that she reckoned now she could
go shopping as well as other folks.
Liny's shopping, however, was not ex-
tensive that morning, and she found
herself idly walking the streets, ex-
aiming the goods in the windows and
admiring the latest spring fashions.
Then, suddenly, her ugly frown came
back.
Two girls had crossed the street and
were directly in front of her, great
mastiff keeping close to the side of the
girl with the yellow hair.
II wish she wouldn't most run over
me in the road, and push in front of me
on the Streets" thought Liny, viciously.
Lets go to see somebody or some
thing" Julia Gregg was saying to her
friend. We've nothing whatever on
hand. Suppose we visit the Old Mems
home. I've never been there, but I've