Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1906-11-02

scene Of the grinders industry and re.
marked
You've earnt two bits already. amt
you, pag'
Yes"
"Mayn't | have 10 cents to buy a
cake: There's a place to the corner
and things in the w.nder-cakes wi
raisins m-splcndid! Mayu't II"
Wen see. Leel: wen see" The
grinder, embarrassed 10y too many
presences. looked wildly at the front
walls before him and the back walls
behind him. as if meditatiug an escape.
Pa. mayn't Il"
Bread aHd rent come before cake.
Wait till we see what We have o,cr at
night said the grinder. driven to def.
mite reply
Mrs. Hedge dartel upstairs aud ran
sacked her pantry. The cake box was
empty, but there were few sweet
crackers. These AMI bundle unSkill-
fully wrapped IN morning paper she
offered to the child just as the grinder
was taking leave.
rs il cake"
NO, dear: a dress which hope you
can wear
Long enough. do you think? Ia
says I'm setlins tan as shot tower;
but, then, I'm very old most seven"
/ \ week later air ami Mrs. Hedge
walking on Geary street, met the same
/ pair, father aud daughter. Leel looked
Z hPisF
/ face, and said:
The dress was too short for me
/ Wasn't II a loyc;'
Corn co!ored. with white lace, yes
/ sighed Mrs. Hedge, remembering how
her little brown eyed LiSsie had looked
+ in IT,
/ 80 had to take it round TO Israels.
you know. Pa said should spend ev-
: cry cent | got for it myself. SO /
bought this calico for SIX bits Amt
I it nice and longf And this hlt for two
/ bits. Its not in the fashion. but its
/ hig-lots big And then | got a lovely
cake wi raishs in-not biz. but 50
+ sweet. | gave some to pa and some to
Molly Brown. and ate some. and 1t
was gooder than popcorn"
"SpiIlmouth, If you ever gets Il hus.
band you'll chatter him dead" said
the grinder pushing the child along,
but Mrs. Hedge stopped them with
gesture and cried out:
/ "What are you talking about. childt
DO you mean to say that YOU sold that
old dress for more than a dollar? II
was nice, to be sure, but SO old"
"Oh, the dress sold for two bits. and
the thing that was in the pocket that
thing that opens ana the's picture
inside. You know-why, that brought 8
dollar"
"Oh. you don't mean-lt can't be-oh
oh -oh--how could | he SO careless,
The lo"ket The locket" almost
screamed Mrs. Hedge Get it for me.
Adam; get it again. / shall never rest
until have it safe in my own hands.
Oh, oh, OH
ITS only bit of folly, like the dress
itself" expostuatcd Adam hut his
wife, when she heard these words,
looked as if she might faint right there
y
promised to recover the lockct if pos
sible
Ieel looked frightened and moved Il
pace away, but was persuaded by
promise of more cake to 20 with Adam
Hedge in quest OF the trInket.
Mr. Israel remembered selling the
locket because it brought him luck,
he said. He had sold it below cost, be
cause the person who wanted it was
the first customer on Monday morn
/ ing, and he would have been ruined
for week had she gone out without
making purchase. Mr.. Israel did not
know her name or address. She
bought nothing else, and of course she
carried the locket away herself, so
there had been no delivery address
left. She was a short woman and
wore her hair in curls. 1t was brown
and hung over her shoulders. That
was all he could remember about her
looks
IT'S no good hunting the thing"
Adam reported to his wife that night.
"Best let ii 20 and never mind 1t isn't
worth the fuss you're making"
"Oh. Adam"
81 say II isn't You never wear it
anyway. | wouldn't give ) cents a
dozen for such trnkets. When you've
got bird right in your cage. the thing
itself, it's nonsense to want 4 picture
of it, so | say the birds better than
the picture"
"Oh, but | haven't really got it. It's
lost to me: lost fOrever-lost lost lost"
Mrs. Hedge began crying and cried a
good deal of the night. In the morning
Adam visited three newspaper offices
and with subdued wrath saw his little
store of money melting away in adver
tisements. Every man who did busi-
ness with Adam was compelled to hear
such CALCULATIONS as:
Beats the world for downright tom.
foolery! The picture of a squash faced
little girl that looks as if she'd believe
any blamed thing you'd a mind to tell
her isn't patch beside our handsome
grownup Lissie. with fine boy in her
arms, so | say
Besides advertising, Adam bethought
him that curls worn over the shoulder
by a full grown woman are no longer
common and might make Identification
easy. Then he reflected upon the
places where women go and was
forced to admit that they go every
where excepting to the caucus. lie
nouIdu't p0 aypryUhprp but he went