The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1904-03-09
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@ Il can ,1, have a week as
Della Freeman and Cora Gregory
stood looking at each other in the New
York elevated railroad station where
they had met with such utter delight
In their faces that the boy at the news
table stared, and the man at the ticket
box, as he lowered their tickets with q
Jerk of the handle, concluded that
something remarkable had happened.
1t was nothing very great, after all,
which the two girls discussed in ami
mated tones all the way up town, al
most missing their station in their alb
sorption, and which they were still
talking over so eagerly as to forget to
bake off their wraps when they stood in
the plainly furnished little third floor
back they called home-nothing very
great, only the prospect of a weeks va
eation.
But to two girls, who had bent over
4 typewriter and stood at glove coun-
ter for year without a rest; who had
got up early every morning to prepare
their breakfast over the little gas stove,
taken a sandwich or two for lunch for
economy's sake, and come home to get
their dinner wearily, with the help of
the gas stove again, and who had
somehow managed to make all their
dresses between them-to these girls q
weeks vacation was a great event.
A weeks rest, a weeks freedom from
the toll of the glove counter, a weeks
forgetfulness Of the purple ink of the
typewriter.
well go as far into the country as
our money will take us, DELL" said
Cora, raising her bright eyes to the
face of the elder girl, as they sat por-
ing over a column of country board"
advertisements after dinner. won't
Sam be lonesome, thought" she added,
with a laughing glance at a photo
graph on a mantel-the pleasant face
OF the young head of the dress goods
department-and at the ring on Dela's
hand.
II presume he'll live through It,"
Della laughed. "Oh, Cora! won't 1t
be nice? don't know how to waitw
"There's the buggy. Burt" said Mrs.
Marsh, joining her stalwart son at the
front window; they've comer'
She spoke in an awed tone, and
gazed apprehenslvely at the two young
ladies who stepped down from the
dusty vehicle looking about delighted
iy at the pretty yard before them, with
Its scattered maple trees and its bloom
tng flower beds.
Something of her distrust was shad-
owed in the face of the young man
as he went out to help his father, who
had driven the newcomers from the
railroad station. to carry in the small
trunk they had brought.
Il don't know but we've done n
foolish thing" Mrs. Marsh had OBJ
served, in troubled tones, when it had
been fairly settled by letter that the
two young ladies from New York were
coming for week. whatever we're
going to do with 'em is more than i
know. Nothlng'll be good enough for
'em; nothing'll suit 'em; they'll Just
sit around with their hands folded and
complain of things between them
selves. / rather guess we've under
took more thar we can manage"
And that had come to be the general
conviction of the family.
Burt Marsh, however forgot his
prejudice for moment, as he looked
into Cora Gregory's blue eyes-Della
Freeman had tripped up the gravel
walk, and was talking pleasantly to
Mrs. Marsh in the hall-forgot 1t so
Tar as to take her little travelling bag
from her hand and walk up to the door
with her. instead of helping his father
with the trunk-forgot it so far as to
sit next to her at the dinner table, and
carry on a lively conversation; might
have forgotten it entirely, If his mother
hac not recalled him to himself.
"Of ell things, Burt Marshw she
said, as she poured dipper of hot
water over the dinner dishes, "don't
get to thinking too much of them girls
either Of 'em. Do you s'pose they'd
Sock twice at you? And If they would.
what kind Of wife would one of them
make for Woodworking farmer?
Look at 'em" She pointed to where
the two girls were bending over
elump Of sweet clover in the yard.
SLook at that ufess and that hatw--in-