Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1910-07-01
CHAPTER V.

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girls protests that they didn't need and
didn't want any masculine assistance,
he put OH his OyerallS and began to
help them gather the luscious fruit.
In accordance with Mr.. PearSon's in.
structions, they were placing the APP
pies in huge piles and covering them
with straw until they could provide
some more permanent place to store
them.
81 wish we had cold storage house, -
said Gladys. 'These Wealthys won't
keep very long any other way, and
they aren't worth much now"
"YOu ought to have sold them to
Snyder" said Mabel.
"You don't catch me selling apples
to trust" Gladys answered. IN
make them into pies and let JEFF eat
them first
"What are you going to do with
them?" her father asked. "rhere must
be nearly seventy barrels of these
Wealthys.'
"We might make them into cider"
suggested Mabel.
1--WE thought of better plan than
that" said Gladys. 1.-The Glen City
Cold Storage company stores apples
for n dollar a barrel, SO Mr.. Pearson
told me. The Wealthys will keep i'll
storage till the middle of February,
and by that time they'll be worth 81
or s. a barrel"
The next day the girls left their IA
Their to pick apples alone and went to
town to talk with the storage man.
Eighty barrels, did you say?" asked
the manager when Gladys had explain
ed what they wanted. II guess we
can handle that many all right. What
did you say your name was?" he went
on, drawing his book toward him.
He gave a surprised whistle when
Gladys told him and excused himself
for a moment.
I'm sorry" he said as he came
back, but find that we haven't any
more room. Good day"
The girls stared at him in blank sur
prise, and it was not till they were
halfway home that Gladys suddenly
exclaimed: ITS Snyder's doings, Ma
bel. You know, he said we couldn't
sell our apples unless we sold them
to him. But well show him yet"
81 don't see how" Mabel objected.
"We'd better have let him have them
and saved any trouble"
1t took about week longer to fin
ish picking the apples. After they
were all piled and covered with straw
Mr.. Sanders helped the girls load up
wagon load, and they started for
town to peddle them.
They found it no trouble at oil to
get rid of them at a dollar q bhshel,
for Snyders corner was already be-
ginning to make itself felt. By the
middle Of the afternoon the entire
load was gone. The girls drove around
by the bank, and Gladys ran in and
deposited $1j There was still $12 left
of the money the apples had brought.
The girls had long before agreed that
some Of the first apple money was to
be used to buy that long wished for
silk dress for their mother. By the
time they had selected the dress and
trimmings to 60 with 1t and reached
home 1t was almost dark.
"GueSs what we've got for you,
NOMINEE cried Mabel, dashing into |
the kitchen like young whirlwind |
and throwing the folds Of the dress
around her mothers shoulders.
Mrs. Sanders was an undemonstra
tive little woman, but she had to gath
er up the new dress quickly to keep
couple Of teardrops from falling on
it.
"What would I do without my two
girls?' she said and then turned to
her cooking as If nothing had happen
ed.
But the girls understood, and when
Mr.. Sanders came in and the supper
dishes We're done they made the little
mother sit in the rocking chair while
they draped the folds of silk around
her, and their father agreed with them
that "she looked just like queen"
though he had a very hazy idea what
queen looked like.
wasn't it fun?' said Mabel just
before she dropped to sleep that night
Lets spend all our money that way
instead of going to college,"
The next morning they were up and
had their wagon loaded when the sun
came peeping up over the haystack.
shine, and it was hard work measur-
ing out apples, but the money kept
coming in, which made the work seem
q great deal easier. 1t was fun, too,
in way-there were so many differ
ent sorts of people, and they made so
many queer remarks
There was the old negro nanny
who hailed the "apple girls as a de-
liverance from the daily fare of dried
prunes; the wistful looking old man
who said he liked apple pie, but his
wife didn't and if he bought any ap.
Pies it would make trouble" and the
hungry looking little boy who said
hat he had eaten two apples last year
md they tasted good. Poor little fell
Ow! 1t is to be feared that he broke
MS apple eating record so badly that
lay that the paregOric bottle had to
De resorted to, but he was happy for
while, anyway. !
Just as they were measuring out :
heir last basketful Mabel looked up
md saw Mr.. Snyder coming across the