The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1900-07-15
was beginning all over to decide it, and

was beginning all over to decide 1t, and
my mind Is quite made up"
To write a letter before breakfast is
grave und rtakng; the mind works clum-
s ly and the fling RS are stiff. The bamboo
box standing n a table in the middle OF
he room caught Mss R1xanas attention,
and she imme diately felt the necessity
of terrifying herself for the TASK b re
her with a peppermint drop. She slipped
her firgers under the lid, fumb' ed about
for an instant and then threw back the
cover impatiently and exposed to view
a bit of rumpled tissue paper. nothing
more.
"Wen, I decIarer she gasped. It'd no
noticn that the 1 ce of hoarhound I 20 k
to cl ar out my throat last ri hit was the
last b of c ugh medicine l had to my
name It's lucky I don't have a spell of
coughing in the night. certa My thought
there was enough in the box to last till
go back to Boston. supposing l decid d
to go hack, but I guess those children
that were here yesterday found the box
and bel ed Themselves. Children never
can resist sweet things" grumbled the
disa p inted old lady. THE candy habit
is dreadful harmful. spoils h ir tie tn and
sromachs. If had any chi dren they
s~ouldn't know what an alta k of s.
pepsia or tocthache meant and they
shouldn'' know a caramel from piece
Of molasses candyt'
1t was impossible to finish the letter
with her mind so dis urbed; she decided
to let It wait until AT er breakfast. The
afternoon mail would take IT to Boston
so enough to warn Lucretia of her re-
turn.
Coffee and bacon failed to sooth Miss
Roxana's irritation into the calmness de-
manded by the difficulties of correspond
ence. A brisk walk through the sharp
winter air over the hubby sidewalks of
the little suburban town was the tonic
she craved; and on the way, so she
planned, she would pass the neat looking
bakery where Helen sometimes bought
buns for one-half the tiny shop was a
confectionery store, and she had noticed
more than once the tempting array of
cough drops, commonly called candies
kept there.
Half an hour after the necessity of a
morning walk occurred to her, Miss Rox-
ana. well muffled against the firce chill
of the December breeze, was bending ever
the little glass show case of the candy
store.
Everything is In fresh this morning,
ma am" confided the young saleswoman.
looking crisp and bright enough to be
mistaken for a bit of her wares
Miss Roxana looked at the smiling face
across the counter with as much approval
as at the Jumps of inviting sweetness TN
der the glass.
"Wholesome!' was her mental criticism.
I'VE have II right from the factory
twice a week" continued the girl weigh
ing out the Mixture of chocolates and va
rious-havored waters that her early Gus
toner had ordered. "Mr. Barton owns the
factory and big store in Boston besides
half dozen little places like this scat
tered through the different towns near the
city, but he is more particular what is
sold here than anywhere else. You see
everybody in Westborough knows him
because his home is here and when his
friends buy candy he intends they shall
have as good as he can make. That big
brlck building over there across the field
is the factory"
The walk resolved Itself into a rush To
the store and back
IT'S too cold to stay out long" she ex-
planned to her niece, 80 / Just bought
some cough medicine and came straight
home. / always like TO think up some
errand when I'm going out" she added
in an apologize tone. IT can't help feel
ing I'm wasting my time when l go out
only for an airing"
In the privacy OF her own room Miss
Roxana investigated the contents of her
bundle and echoed the praises the girl
had lavished on her stock of trade. She
had never before eaten such delicious
creams or such pungent peppermints.
The cough drops she had bought in Bos-
ton had been tasteless chips in COMPARE
son.
IL was noon before she appeared to the