Rocky Ford enterprise., 1899-11-09

1 house while you are sohc- w" - '-N
time for your harvest"
The following Monday morning the
girls did go. having little thought OF
returning in less than two or three
weeks. From Boston they went d.
reetIy 10 the college that Amelia had
hoped TO be attending a, that ume'
A brief talk with the president OF the
college. and the way was opened Tor
the disposing OF the mosses.
81 predict that you will sell all that
you have brought with YOU" said she
president. gathering up nnmber tha'
she had Just bought OF the girls.
You may have your trunks brought
into the reception room this evening
and meet the ladies there.
The girls never knew what notice
the president OF the college gave the
students that day. but II was evident
that evening that she had spoken
some good words for them A, seven
o'clock they had the treasures display
ed in part on the table and chairs and
the sale commenced. Merrily the
money changed hands until the last
dollars worth was sold. So rapidly
had ali come about that the girls could
scarcely realize that they had actually
sold all they had brought In less than
three hours. and I, was not until they
had retired that the full truth dawned
upon them.
Did you get discouraged and give
1, up" asked Mr. Mclntyrs with
rough kIndiIncss when the girls re-
turned.
Yes" said Helen. trying to appear
doletul. We thought 1t wasn't any use
TO stop longer"
''Sho.' said Mr.. Mcintyre. pa't!ns
Helen. you mustn't give up beat
so easy rs that. Dlda't you sell any
at all3"
Come here. father" said Amelia.
unable to wait longer. look In these
old trunks. Do you wonder tha, We
came home7"
why. why. girls exclaimed Mr..
Mcintyre. adjusting his glasses and
pccring into the empty trunks. you
don't mean that"
Yes. father. we mean just that:
We sold every pcnny's worth and
brought back something over two
hundred dollars
John" said Mr.. Mcintyre. turning
to the hired man who stood by In
open -mouthed astonlshmcnt, John. l
guess We might rs we'll give up farm
Ing. and iix moses"
That seemed SO extremely funny TO
the girls that they burst out Laughing.
Rough John with his horny hands and
poor old father bending over the
mosscs was too funny for Anything.
All through that winter and spring
the work was carried on even when II
was SO cold that It seemed rs though
their fingers would freeze dipping the
mosses from the ice waters of :he bay.
Once John had volunteered to assist
them. but the only moss that he sue
ceeded in securing so closely resem-
bled sea-weed that the girls told him
that he had better give up the at
| tempt.
Finally the summer came and as
soon as the first advent Of summer
folks was announced the girls packed
their trunks and went to the shore al
so. At Buzzard's Bay they stopped n
week and sold nearly ;hi:d OF the
work they carried from home. At
Nantaskst they spent another week
and sold even more than at their first
stopping place. Last of all they went
by boat to Portland. Maine. and from
there to Old Orchard where they dis
posed OF the last article.
From time to time they wrote let
ters home, telling OF their success, and
each time Mr.. Mc1ntyre's eyes had
opened wider and wider, and when al
last they did return and he learned
that they had actually cleared a tribe
over eight hundred dollars he brought
his fist down on the table in 4 manner
that made the dishes rattle.
You have got tn. Mcintyre grit
girls, and your mothers good ideas in
you. a combination that's sure to win
81 don t see as you will have to &c
to college now. Amelia" continued
Mr.. Mcintyre, winking slyly to Helen
you can earn all the money YOU want
at your mosscs: there's lots more in
the sea-"
But I want to do some good in the
world, father" said Amelia. her lips
quivering. Helen thinks that her
place is here at home. am not need
ed. Can | go, father"
Coz" exclaimed Mr.. Mcintyre
whats to hinder? I would be the
last one to oppose it,"
What is your share, Helen?"
81 have received mine already,
father" replied Helen, glancing at her
} sisters happy face.
MIR. Mcintyre Understood .-Frederick k
Z. Burnham in Portland Transcript