Gilpin observer., 1899-11-09

sales, John and will look after the
house while you are gone. Now is the
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 di-
rectly to the college that Amelia had
hoped to be attending at that time.
A brief talk with the president OF the
college, and the way was opened for
the disposing of the MOSES.
"I predict that you will sell all that
you have brought with you," said the
president, gathering up number that
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 president of the college gave the
students that day, but it was evident
that evening that she had spoken
some good words for them At 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 all come about that the girls could
scarcely realize that they had actually
sold all they had brought in less than
three hours, and it was not until they
had retired that the full truth dawned
upon them.
Did you get discouraged and give
it up?" asked Mr.. Mcintyre with
rough kindliness when the girls re-
turned.
Yes" said Helen, trying to appear
doleful, 1--WE thought it wasn't any use
to stop longer"
''Sho!' said Mr.. Mcintyre, patting
Helen, you mustn't give up beat
SO easy as that. Didn't you sell any
at all?"
Come here father" said Amelia,
unable to wait longer, look in these
old trunks. Do you wonder that we
came home?"
why, why, girls exclaimed Mr..
Mcintyre, adjusting his glasses and
peering into the empty trunks, you
don't mean that
Yes, father, we mean just that;
we sold every penny'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 astonishment, John. 1
guess we might as well give DIP farm
ing, and fix mosses."
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
MOSES was too funny for anything.
All through that winter and spring
the work was carried on even when it
was so cold that it seemed as though
their fingers would freeze dipping the
moses 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 a
week and sold nearly a third of the
work they carried from home. At
Nantasket 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.. McIntyre's eyes had
opened wider and wider, and when at
last they did return and he learned
that they had actually cleared a triAe
over eight hundred dollars he brought
his fist down on the table in 4 manner
that made the dishes rattle.
you have got the Mcintyre grit,
girls, and your mothers good ideas in
you, a combination that's sure to win."
Il don see as you will have to go
to college now, Amelia continued
Mr.. Mcintyre. winking slyly to Helen.
you can earn all the money YOU want
at your MOSES; there's lots more in
the sea-"
But want to do come 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,
what's to hinder? would be the
last one to oppose It,"
What is your share. Helen?"
Il have received mine already,
father" replied Helen, glancing at her
sisters happy face.
Mr.. Mcintyre Observation-Disclosures
L. Burnham in Portland Transcript.