The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1917-11-20

tiful rooms with beautiful furniture,
and lovely colors in the walls and
hangings."
II wouldn't have those heavy cur
tains and 'porchers' in my house, just
catching dustI" Mrs. Sweet broke in
emphatically.
Ann ignored the interruption, being
too full of her subject to halt there.
"I've got to look ct the awful things
In this house, and go on standing 1t,
because / can't afford to buy anything
else. I've got to make overalls and
children's rompers because there's just
enough in 1t to buy my food and shell
ter. Now, what's the use Of spending
your life doing something you hate,
just to keep your life goingT
This question being so far beyond
Mrs. Sweets comprehension that an
extra stitch was of vastly more i'm
portance, she gave all her attention to
her knitting, and Ann, exploding her
pent-up mental gases, went on:
II tell you, I've got to the point
where I'm sick Of 1t all. Why can't l
do something that will earn enough to
pay people to do the things l hate to
do7"
swell, just as say, there amt any
money in painting pictures" answered
Mrs. Sweet, with the virtuous motive
Of putting any such frivolous intentions
out Of the other woman's head.
"Oh, there isn't any money In doing
anything you want to dol" retorted
Ann desperately.
"Oh, I don't know. There's old
Flack, the blacksmith. He says he
amt happy unless he's hammering
iron or putting on horseshoe. And
he told Joe his folks were set on his
being doctor, and he Just broke away,
and found his job"
After Mrs. Sweet went away her
last words kept ringing in AIMS ears
s'He just broke away and found his
Job" Unwittingly the woman had
given her the text for O sermon she
must preach to herself. 1t was per-
haps more of a stimulant than much
understanding sympathy might have
been. Ann began her sermon to her
self, and did not spare her congrega-
ton. If she wished to do something
| she liked, why not start out and try
to make ever so small beginning?
She went out walking through the
streets of the small town, with no def
mite plans as to where or how she
should begin. She prayed to be led
and thought that In some way some
Tangible thing might take shape eff il
were only suggestion in her OWL
mind. Loving flowers as she did, she
paused before florists window. Al
once the bad arrangement, and the
iuxtaposition of hues that fought
each other showed an entire absence
Of feeling for color. Scarlet geraniums
pushed against American beauties, an(
gorgeous yellow vases tried to dowr
the marigolds they held, 1t must bF
confessed with considerable success
Inharmony ragged. Ann aehed to ge
at that window, and arrange the flow
ers, but it was an exceedingly deli
cate undertaking to so In and tell thu
man he didn't know how to sell hi
wares. Nevertheless she screwed VI
her courage and entered.
''Do you want to sell a good man.
more flowers than you do nowT" sh
asked.
OF course, there could be but on
answer to that, and with some in
eredulity the florist agreed that he did
hWhat you have in that window cal
be made to show twice as WELL" sal
Ann.
He grumbled out something abou
them being well enough as they were
but she persisted. She asked him t
let her arrange the flowers. As sh
did not charge anything for the exper
ment, he grudgingly gave his eonsen
She found a brown jar in which tn
{naFigolds came out gloriously. TIL
American beauty roses seemed twic
as beautiful when their white sister
came over to set off their glowing co
or, and the scarlet geraniums fame
1oyousIy az FAR away as possibl