The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1900-03-29
T NJ awful sorry for Miss San
| ders," remarked Mrs. Abijah
/ Smith, "even if she is prouder

ders," remarked Mrs. Abijah
Smith, "even if she is prouder
- than sin. / s'pose she can't
help that, though. All the Sandersea
was that way. Poverty and pride amt
good bed-fellows, however.
That's true as The Gospel" re-
turned Mrs. White, with whom Mrs.
Smith was spending the afternoon.
Husband was saying only yesterday
that Miss Sanders must find it pretty
hard hoeing. But she's got SO much
pride that she'd die before she'd have
anybody suspect she needed help. It's
too bad she's that way. Folks would
be glad to hel p her if she'd let them"
"Good land! Don't attempt to give
her anythingr cried Mrs. Smith in
alarm, cor she'll treat you like she
did me-"
GLOW was that?"
"Well, the other day L happened to
run in while she was eating her din
ner. She was awful upset, but made
out | didn't notice anything, though
it did make me feel bad when I see
she hadn't nothing on the table but
tea and q few crackers. A couple of
days later, / run over again with @
custard pie just made and I says to
her, says 1 Miss Sanders, I just
finished baking auG brought over one
of my custard pies for you to try.
Miss Lowe gave me q new recipe
She took it as nice as you please,
though 1 was dreadful afraid she
wouldn't, and was tickled to pieces,
but l didn't let on. That was on
Thursday, and 10 and behold, my
name amt Almiry Smith if Miss San
ders didn't come over on Saturday
with the clegantest raised cake you
ever saw. The poor dear just made
me take it, though she must have
starved week to make up for it,"
Addie White, who had been studying
her lessons for the next day, overheard
this conversation, and it made deep
impression upon her. "Poor Miss
Sanders" she sighed pityingIy, 81
wish 1 could help her."
a few days later Addie paid Miss
Sanders visit. Next Friday shall
be twelve years OLD, and I'm going to
have birthday party after school,"
she told her eagerly, "and I thought
1t would be just fine if you would
make us some of your elegant cream
candy. Well need lot of it, you
know, for your candy is so good every
body will want all they get. Will you
make me some?"
Miss Sanders hesitated and flushed.
Addie was shrewd enough to guea \
that she was thinking of the lotion yss
compliance with the reaY elee,expense
Please say You. On rest involved.
Mother aygade-.- Ill.," she urged.
our mousse you can come over to
!, ,,on min the morning and make
the NN.ndy while she is doing her bak-
ing. Our kitchen is lots bigger than
yours, and everything is handy. and
there'll be only one mess to clean up"
Miss Sanders looked at her rather
suspiciously. "Did your mother plan
all that?" she asked solemnly.
"No'om, 1 thought of it myself, +"
returned Addie. Mother didn't
want me to ask you at first, because
she said it would be too much for you "
"Oh, no! like it," answered Miss
Sanders, all her suspicious vanishing.
'Tll come over, then, Friday morn
ing, and make you al the candy you
want"
Miss Sanders kept her word, aud
the delectable sweetmeats disappeared
down the Threats of the Goshen young
people with remarkable rapidity.
The next day Addie brought little
box addressed to Mr.. Albert Evans,
Springfield. Mass, to the postoffice
and mailed 1t. A letter which Addie
sent to the same address read thus:
Dear Unclc-Therc's the loveliest ole
lady lives here, but she's as poor as poo
can be, and she's just as proud rs she:
poor, because her folks were rich once; blu
they're oil dead and she's the only one 0
the family that's left, and she's got n
money and there ain't anything she can do
She makes the finest cream candy you eve
ate, and I'm sending some she made 70
my birthday party, for you to try and Sc
IL you don't think so too. I've been think
ing that Springfield folks must eat lots o
candy. and why can't they eat Miss San
der's rs well Us anybody's else's? If hav
her make some and send it to you will yo
put it in your store to sell? Please do
uncle, for she's awful poor, and feel S
sorry for her. Don't tell anybody abou
this; it must bs a secret between YOU an
me. Write and tell me how many pound
you want to begin with and how much 70
will pay for it. Your loving niece,
ADpIE.
"Bless her dear heart!" exclaime
the head of Evans & Co., when he ha
finished reading this epistle. "Ths
girl is always thinking of some schem
to help other people,"
A few days later Addie put in a
appearance before Miss Sanders, he
face wreathed in smiles.
"Oh, Miss Sanders, something mic
) has happened to your she exclaimed
''To mel" echoed Miss Sanders j
amazement. why nothing yer
pleasant ever comes my way"
"Well, you just listen and see, r.
turned Addie, gayly, drawing a lett'
from her pocket. cts all because
that candy you made for any part
, You know I've got an uncle in Sprinl
, field? He's just lovely, and of cour
/ had to send him some Of my Dirt
day candy. This letter is from hir
He wants to know whether the perst
who made that delicious, old-fashion,
cream candy'-that's just exactly VIII
lie said, interpolated Addie, lookil
, up from the letter and nodding b
head emphatically, as she saw b
, listeners eyes open very wide
astonishment-'would be willing
give him the sale of it, He says be
sure that he can sell great deal, b
. cause there are many people who W
2 pay good price for pure, home-ma
candy. He'd like twenty-five poun
to start on, to see if it takes as W
2 as he expects, and he'll pay THU
cents pound for it, and he sen. t
money for it. There now!" conclud
> Addie, triumphantly, "ain't IL
=. nice?"
Miss Sanders gasped. The tet
came to her eyes, but her he.
- bounded with thankfulness. "Mel