The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1899-03-28
A DAY OF WHOLE THINGS.

BY MARY L. MITCHELL.

enough bonnets and trimmings to get
me through my natural life.
sometimes I think most every
thing III this world is a patch or n
make-over, she proceeded. IF it
AIN I done-over meat it's warmed-over
potatoes; and if it amt them it's lit
tie mess OF beans and dab OF hash to
be got out Of the way together.
There's always leavings over! / don't
even work at anything real good and
steady. Sometimes it's meudinR and
sometimes it's nursing, and again it's
buttonholes. But it's always some
thing, thank the Iordl Leavinos-
over are heap sight better than fall
ings-shortH'
MISS Ferry, You said you couldn't
ail0rd to lose n whole days work.
Don't You ever take holidsy?"
Bless You, Miss Florence! [ don't
remember ever being idle n whole
day. I was going to, though; I was
going to the Baptist picnic last week.
You know they went to Oak Grove. q
real slightly place, they tell me, and
right by the lake. got all ready,
aud II Mrs. White didn't go and sprain
her ankle.
why did that keep you? She has
daughter, hasn't she?"
oh, yes; but Rose is young, and
OF course wanted her good time. I
saw she was terribly disappointed, so
l said, I'll stay with your mother,
Rose, and you never saw anybody
more tickled. There, Miss Florence.
there's the jacket, and you tell your
ma l hope it'll suit. It's been real
refreshInent to sec you, and L hone
you won't think I'm cross and un-
grateful, complaining as 1 havep
Florence stopped over the little
woman with sudden impulse.
There's n whole kiss all for your
self, she said.
Miss Forry's thin cheek flushed IN
der the unwonted caress. "Bless her
kind heart" she said, as she watched
the girls light figure 60 down the
path. II declare, I'm fairly ashamed
OF having run onso about myself. 1t
was real grumbling. / don't believe I'd
have done it if [ hadn't been so worn
cut sitting up, and then being disap.
pointed about that henrietta. Well,
Jane needs the money moro than do
the dress-poor girl"
Florence Heath walked slowly along
the elm-shaded street, thinking of
Miss Ferry. The sun was high and
hot and the road dusty. Colonel
Heath's lawn stretched smooth and in.
viting. AS Florence turned toward
the house, one OF her little brothers
came rnttling down the broad drive in
his shining cart behind his pony.
The big mansion, which stood back
on the top of the slope, looked cool
and restful with its wide piazzas and
gay awnings.
Never anything new or whole.
and I never had anything else!"
thought the girl.
Florence found her mother on one
OF the Piazzas, swinging slowly to and
fro in q willow chair.
"WhGt is it, dearI You look
tired. 1T was too warm a walk for
you. You should have let James
drive you down"
Mamma, I have everything and
Miss Ferry has nothing. Why is it?"
said Florence, As she threw herself
into a hammock.
That's a pretty hard question to
answer all at once" responded Mrs.
Heath, with a smile. "Tell me about
it, dear"
Florence told her story. II don't
think [ ever knew" she concluded
'Just the difference there is between
my life and some othor peoples. Oh,
L suppose knew, but never saw it
SO clearly. IL doesn't seem right at
all"
Mrs. Heath watched her daughters
face. conc can always share" she
suggested.
Florence was silout n moment:
tbcu sho said. "Td like to give Miss
Ferry ono good, whole dayl"
Miss Ferry might have whole
things 81 she didn't share, Florence.
She has q sort OF shiftloss sister i'm
oTe.uyIlie whom sine helps n great
dcel. + suspect tho larger part of her
earnings goes there. She belped
those poor Lnrkinsea and made
clothes for the children, and sho is
uiway7 going where thero is sickness.
j don't know of anyone who does so
much good in q quiet way and with so
niue means, as Miss Forty
Florence aprGn2 ont Of tho ham
mock, scattering the soft pillows right
and left, went over TO hcr mother and
kissed hcr.
or think TIT try little Of tho shar.
iug business myself" sho said, and
went into tho house.
The phoe5o-bird uttered it's plain.
two uoto in tho horso-chestnut tree
close 20 the window md woke Miss
Forty from % sound morning nap.
Mercy she exclaimed. as she
looked at the loud-ticking timepieco
which adorned her mantel-qhelf
Five o'clockl Pm getting into n
dreadful habit Of sleeping late. Tps
mortal lazy, and n sinful waste of
ime, but somehow 7 amt go spry az
] uged TO bc
She flung opon tho green blinds