The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1907-04-05
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in embroidery and plain sewing; but
all her efforts could not keep th'
gaunt wolf from the door.
She sat at her work now, thinking
over her troubles and waiting fol
Rosamond's return.
It was not long before the little
creature came running in, but ont
glance at her grieved little face told
her mother she had failed.
"Well, Rosie darling?' she said
gently.
"Oh, mamma, he wouldn't let me
have it'll" sobbed the child. II told
him about poor papa, and l begged
him, but he said no-the money must
come first"
"Well, love, it can't be helped.
sighed her mother. II can finish the
dress in an hour, and then we shall
get the money. Go and fan poor papa
now, and put cold strawberry in bis
mouth when he wakes. Mamma must
sew"
"Rosamond obeyed, taking her
place by her fathers couch. She fan.
ned him into sound sleep, and then
she went to the open window and fell
to dreaming.
The afternoon sunshine glittered on
the little garden plot, with its tufts OF
pinks and heart's.ease, and its square
bed of Strawberries. Rosamond built
her castles, and meanwhile her mother
finished the party dress, and arose to
take it home.
"Take good care of papa, Rosie y
she called, as she crossed the yard,
"and watch baby"
Call right, mamma answered Ros.
amond.
The summer afternoon droned away
and with the twilight her mother re-
turned. Rosamond had tidied up the
sick room, and had made the tea al
ready for her fathers supper, beside
rocking the baby brother when he
awoke.
"Well, mamma" she cried, joy fully
Her poor mother fell into seat, and
burst into sobs.
"Oh, Rosamund, the lady can't pay
me till next week. There is no hope
for US; poor papa must die"
Resamond only nodded her curly
head, and a curious sparkle lit her
eye.
"I'll do it," she whispered, under
her breath.
Mr.. Trevor had bad night, and his
wife got no sleep, consequently she
did not rise early the next morning,
but Rosamond was up with the dawn.
She put on her best dress, and her
chip hat, and stole downstairs, with
her little wicker basket in her hand.
Then she ran into the garden, and
gathered the largest of the strawber-
ries. When she had filed her basket,
and made little nosegay of her
heart's-ease, and another Of pinks, and
put them on top Of the bright berries.
Then she hung the little basket on her
arm, and dropping on her knees upon
the wet grass, she looked up at the
opal sky and prayed.
ooh, dear Lord, please help me to
sell my berries, to buy my poor, sick
papa some medicine" And never
doubling in her sweet, child's faith,
but God would hearken to her request,
she bounded to her feet and ran off in
the direction of the village.
The early market was just opened,
and dozen or two country women
were ranging stalls and along the
sidewalk, with their produce in green
array before them. Little Rosa mond
looked about her for a minute, and
then established herself in a corner,
and stood there like picture, her hat
pushed back, her cheeks flushed, her
golden curls in tumble.
"Who'll buy my ripe strawber.
ries!'
At last gentleman paused, attract
cd by the sweet, bird-like voice.
"Please, sir, would you buy my
berries2"
Baskets and all, and yourself in
the bargain"
"Not my self, but the basket, sir,
and the posies, and only fifty cents" !"
The gentlem an drew out his purse.
81 can't find it in my heart to re-
fuse such a mite of a marketwoman
as you are," he said, kindly. "Here's
a dollar. Now tell me how it comes
to pass that such baby as you are
at this occupation?"
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