Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1911-06-01


keep very long any other way. and
they aren't worth much now"
You ought to tSve sold them to
Snyder" said Mabel.
You don't catch me selling apples
to trust" Gladys answered. I'll
make them into pies and let JEFF eat
them first"
"What are you going to do with
thcm?" her father asked. There must
be nearly seventy barrel' of these
Wealthys."
ave might make them into cider"
suggested Mabel.
"I've thought of better plan than
that" said Gladys. 1.-THE Glen City
Cold Storage company stores apples
for dollar barrel, so Mr.. Pearson
told me. The Wealthys will keep in
storage till the middle of February,
and by that time they'll be worth 81
or S. 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 sayT asked
the manager when Gladys had explain
cd 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 surprised whistle when
Gladys told him and excused himself
for a moment.
"I'm sorry" he said as he came
htrt I FIN hot hou
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: IT'S Snyder's doings, Ma
bel. You know, he said we couldn't
sell our apples unless we sold them
20 him. But we'll show him yet"
81 don't see how" Mabel objected.
Wed better have let him have them
and saved any trouble"
1t took about Il 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 1t no trouble at all to
get rid Of them at a dollar a bushel.
for Snyder's 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 S15. There was still SO 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 SO with it and reached
home it was almost dark.
"Guess what we've got for you,
mommie" 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
err up the new dress quickly to keep
couple Of teardrops from falling on
it.
"What would 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 were 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 a queen"
though he had 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.
1t was hot after the sun began to
shine. and it was hard work measur-
ing out apples. but the money kept
coming in. which made the work seem
a great deal easier. 1t was fun. too,
in Il 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 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
that he had eaten two apples last year
and they tasted good. Poor little fell
low. 1t Is to be feared that he broke
his apple eating record so badly that
day that the paregoric bottle had to
be resorted to, but he was happy for
awhile, anyway.
Just as they were measuring out
their last basketful Mabel looked up
and saw Mr.. Snyder coming across the
road toward them.
Look. Gladys" she whispered cx-
citedly.
Why? Where" questioned Gladys,
looking around.
By that time Snyder had reached the
wagon. 'Do you girls realize what you
are doinG?" he said sharply.
Gladys brushed stray lock back
from her eyes. We're selling apples"
she said. looking at him innocently. n
dollar a bushel. How many do you
want?"
You're breaking the city ordinance"
snyder went on, ignoring her remark