Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1899-06-22
sixteenth wear.

buG DOllle WASH SpOlleu. one
could make the best bread, and keep
house in general like nothing else but
q witch, for the work seemed to be
done like magic. That is because she
was young, healthy and willing; for
to keep house for so many men is no
tride. To-be-sure, Dollie needed
never to lift, fetch or carry while her
father or brothers were at home, for
they loved the ground her feet trod
upon, and were ever ready to serve
her; but sometimes Dollie would be
all day alone in the old farmhouse;
and it is Of one of these days that this
story tells.
Tom, Dick and Harry had gone to
market, which was trip of two days;
Jack and Joe had gone to assist
neighboring farmer in press of work;
and at nine O'Clock in the forenoon,
Dollie's good father, Mr.. Durand
said:
''Dollie, Ned and I are goin' to the
village to do some tradin' at the store.
Shan't be back until after dinner, SO
have an early supper, smokin' hot.
for US, for We'll be hungryas sharks.
"Yes, father" said Dollie, bringing
out twelve dozen of pearly eggs in a
basket; Ior she knew her fathers
ways-he always loaded up the wagon
with country produce, eggs, dried
apples, potatoes and other vegetables,
which he exchanged at the store for
sugar, tea, cloth, farming implements,
etc.
81 shan't take a cent with me, for
fear shall be ver-persuaded to buy
those pesky cattle of jim Green's, I"
said the farmer, coming in for his
coat. 81 know he's lynn in wait for
me; he mostly is market days. 1
don't want 'em, and l won't have 'em
il they be cheapl But you know
there's money in the house, Dollie.
There's three hundred dollars, Mr..
Kent gave me for the south meadow
lot sold him yesterday, in the desk,
and there it must stay safe until L 60
to Peterborough to the bank. Sc
don't entertain no strangers or sus-
picious-lookin' people while I'm gone. .
"No, father"
L
be home long before dark"
So when he had drawn two pals o.
water, and Ned had filled up the
wood-box for Dollie, they drove off, q
| little pig, tied in the bottom of the
wagon, squeoling Justify. Dollit
liked horses and cattle, hens ant
chickens, and pigeons, but she didn't
like pigs, so she didn't feel badly a
all that this one was going off to bt
stuffed and roasted for somebody
dinner. She had baking to do ant
piccalilla to make, and she set busilJ
about her task.
She vigorously rolled pie crust il
the hot kitchen. Her cheeks were
like roses, and her eyes as bright a.
only smart, healthy girls can be
She had on broad, white apron over
her neat print dress, the sleeves ol
which were tucked up from he
round, white arms. And not only die
she look pretty making them, but the
pies when done were absolute perfec
ton.
Dollie ranged them in row, on on,
of the buttery shelves, and left then
there, while she went out to give Bos
his dinner. With plate of SAVIOR,
bits which she had saved for him il
her hand, she sought his kennel il
the door-yard, but Bose was not there
He had done something he had neve
before done in his life-broken hi
rope and gone after the wagon to th
village. Doliie could see the marks o
his feet in the mud of the yard, ant
they led to the gate.
With wistful look down the road
and sudden, unpleasant feeling o
being unprotected in that lionel,
place-for the farmhouse was half
mile from any other-Dollie wen
back into the kitchen.
When she had taken n soltor.
lunch of bread and milk at the kitchel
table, she made nice tea-cake TO
the evening meal. and then set abou
making her fathers favorite relish
piccallli.
1t was five o'clock when Dollie ha,
Tfnished this last task, and had carried
, l'Iha ior. down in tha oalIar WI, ~ I, ,