The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1901-01-24
JENNY'S POSITION (
BY Mrs. Charles c. Marble.
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er's face, fully atoned for it. Jenny,
l want that you should git supper TO-
night"
The girl readjusted the bit of ribbon
she was placing upon hat of rather
ancient shape, and answered only with
an impatient frown.
Five, ten. fifteen minutes passed, and
Jenny still continued in the same en-
ployment.
The mother, with a weary sigh, arose
from the chintz-covered rocking chair
and moved towards the kitchen.
"Your father and the boys'll be com
ing in afore long" she said, "and you
know how cross they be when the table
amt set and the victuals ready"
There YOU CO." replied Jenny, an
grily, tossing the hat from her; "al.
ways complaining! Your time must be
everybody's time. didn't say wasn't
going to get supper, ddi II"
The mother by this time was in the
kitchen, turning some -four into bowl
Jenny picked up the hat again, and
twisted and retwisted the ribbon.
I'm determined to have this hat
trimmed for church Tomorrow she
said, aloud. ITS nothing but cook
sweep. wash dishes; wash dishes. sweer
and cook. Life is becoming almost un.
bearable."
From the kitchen, presently, came
the mothers voice again.
".Ienny, amt you goin' to set the
table? You amt done n thing about
the house to-day, and I'm enn! most
ready to drop"
"Of course intend to set the table
impatiently returned the girl. having
adjusted the ribbon to her satisfac.
tion. "Anybody, to hear you talk
mother, would think you did all the
work Of the house"
"Well!" in a weary tone, cts true
Jenny, that you shirk more and moro
every day you live. I'm the first one
up in the mornin', and the breakfast
is all done long afore ever you come
down, that you know. I'm gittin' old
too, and this gittin' up NV winter morn,
ms in the cold hes brung on the rheu.
matiz mighty bad. Ef git laid up with
it, | don't see what's to become of all
Of you, rally don't"
"Why, father will have to hire serv.
ant, that's ALL" retorted Jenny. "For
my part, I'm about tired of pokine
along in this country place, anyway
I'm going up to the city to learn type.
writing, and get a position"
The mother made no reply, but
thoughtfully, with her thumb, pressed
an indentation into the biscuits before
resigning them to the oven.
The following morning dawned mild
and sunny. Sweet and clear to the
Bently family came the distant sound
of church bells, and as Mrs. Bently
stood upon the kitchen porch, broom
in hand. the look of WEAKNESS upon heI
face lightened.
81 hev notion to go to church my.
self" said she, addressing her husband
"We he'd such n late breakfast that
calkerlate we kin do without dinner
'lIl IiNN III W llt II ii DG u
change and a rest for me, too"
Farmer Bently, who was filing hi.
pipe, hummed unconscously bar OF
the hymn "There is rest for the weary
but after a Whit or two, said un.
amiably:
81 don't like to be throwed out ov my
reg lar meals, Marar Jane. on a Sun.
day no more'n ov week days, and
reckin' the boys air ov the same mind
as me-"
"Iou bet!" slanged the BOYS. who
were backing their boots and doing
other personal chores, "it don't seem
like eaten eff you don't sot down ,c
meals at reg'lar hours"
"Then I'll not CO." submissively re.
piled the mother, "and maybe it would.
mt hev done me no good, nohow. I'll
sot down, howsomever, and read the
Bible spell. I git good deal ov con.
ISOLATION out'n ov it; moren l do out o,
Parson Whites sermonts I sometimes
think. The last time | went to church
he preached about the angel havin' the
key ov the bottomless pit, and about
the dragon and the beasts, and settin
seal onto Satan. There weren't on.
word ov comfort for me in the whole
sermont. Nothin' of love fer the heart
nor rest fer the speret."
Monday found Jenny more deter.
mined than ever upon seeking liveli.
hood in the city.
alice Brown and her sister had on
lovely new hats in church yesterday
She said, fretfully, to her mother at
breakfast, "and l am going to earn
money and dress myself like other girls
] am indeed! Father will have to give
me that 800 which grandfather willsd
me. and before that is gone I'll be
earning $40 week or more"
Through the mothers mind darted
n vision of her daughter dressed in a
manner ill-befitting her slender means
and station in life, target for sly in
nuendoes and questioning smiles, but
she only said:
suppose, Jenny, I git sick and you
so fer away? There wouldn't be one
livin' soul to take care of me as darter
ought, and your father will find it