Cheyenne Transporter. (Darlington, Indian Terr.), Vol. 4, No. 1, Ed. 1, Friday, August 25, 1882 Page: 2 of 10
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11YJ.AS AT THIS FOUNTAIN.
Allurn the day Ih dying
In ft passion of rosy fire
And I list for tho trend of your dainty feot
With a pang of divine dcttlro 1
In ft rapture of love and longing
I lean to the purple night
And I fllgh for her coming that brlugcth me
gMy beautiful solo delight I
1 wait by the ruined fountain.
While the breath of tho lolctfl rise
And the rose of the sunset blossomn
In the valley of Paradise !
Against tfcc lucent azure
Tho vino-clad heights aspire
And the kingly peak of Ariel
Upllfteth a crown of fire;
Afar In the glowing Ether
The Star of the Vesper hour
Unfolds her broad white calyx
Like a floating lotos-ilwoer.
Tho twilight mid her blossoms
While Lbo evening glories burn
into their blushing cups tho dew
I'ours from her antique urn.
And tho soul of tho sweet "Nocturne"
Floats out on the perfumed gale
Whero I wait till tho colors of love and hope
Grow dim in the West and fail !
Emma Alice Browne.
A IlECEfPT IN FULL.
The tins had all been scoured until
alio could hoc her face or grotesque
caricatures of her face in each and
every one of them; tho window panes
polished until they sparkled or hud
bright. June sunshine; the silver bur-
nished until neither spot nor speck
marred its mild lustre; the loaves of
broad baked until each crispy crust took
on tho right shade of tho tempting
brown; and Molly was scrubbing the
only unserubbed corner of tho kitchen
when Miss Cameron's deep harsh
precise voice came to her from the
dining-room: "Mary are you not
"Almost ma'am" answered Molly.
"1 think it is high time you were
quite" declared the voice. "You
We are roinr to the
must make haste.
lecture this eveninir. Miss Goonretta
mid 1; and sis Mr. Malcom also wishes
to go out we will be obliged to lock
up the house. Therefore it is necessary
that vou should leave as soon as pos-
sible' "Yes ma'am" said Molly meekly
im finished her scrubbing with her
(cars falling fast and thick. Poor little
irl! she had tried so hard to please
nor mistress lor Miss Georgette was
but a reflection of her elder sister and
her efforts had been met with a grim
silenco that betokened a begrudged
satisfaction until the last few weeks;
that is in fact until Mr. George Mal-
colm came there. Mr. Malcolm was a
sort of step-brolner to tho Misses Cam-
eron (his father a widower with two
boys had married I heir mother a wid-
ow with two o-irls) and they inheriting
nothing in the way of property from
their own father ho generously made
them an allowance from the moderate
fortune left him by his generously
and forgivingly for they had not ren-
dered a tithe of the respect to say
nothing of affection which was his due
to their indulgent and kind-hearted
stop-father choosing to look upoi)
'their mother's second marriage as an
insult to the memory of the parent
whose not-at-all-amiable characteristics
lias been his only legacy to them.
The cottage in which they lived sit-
uated in the prettiest part of Mendow-
ville (the furniture there being their
own tho bequest of a matornal grand-
mother) belonged to Mr. George; and
hero ho had come in search of solitude
and quiet for the first time in twelve
years or more to spend a month or
two in thinking1 out and arranging
xVlans for starting a large business in a
neighboring city. And as L have al-
ready intimated things had changed
much for the worse with Molly the
servant-maid since his arrival. The
grim silence had given place to most
opon lauii-unuing wnen mr. muicoim
was not within hearing. The coffee
was too strong tho tea too weak the
uhiekons underdone tho steaks burned
tho eggs boiled too hard the rooms
badly swept the shirts poorly ironed;
and all those complaints with many
more tho el'der spinster confirmed by
tho 4younjor gave her to understand
originated with tho guest.
""What a hard man to please he must
bo!" Molly said to herself many times.
"And yot lie has one of tho handsomest
tmd kindost faces I ovor saw; and ho
poko right ploasautly to mo the Xirst
day he came and even offered me his
hand (how Miss C'inieron blushed);
but 1 pretended not to see it for I
knew it was not my place to shake
hands with him. It is strange he should
have become so fractious. He was so
good and merry and kind when I was a
little girl I'd heard father often say
he'd rather shoe a horse for him than
for any one else in the village."
Amf then she would fall to thinking1
how grand he looked to her childish
eyes when ho came riding up on his
bay mare to the smithy where she
spent half her time watching her
father at the forge. And he always
brought her a gay picture-book or a
pretty ribbon or a box of candies or a
bright new silver piece one Christ-
mas it was a gold one and claimed a
kiss (good gracious! how her cheeks
flushed at the remembrance!) for pay-
ment when he rode away again. How
happy how very happy she had been
then with that dear father and dear
old Nanny! so happy that she had
scarcely ever felt the loss of the mother
who had died in giving her birth. But
when Molly was fifteen the black-
smith so strong and ruddy that it
seemed impossible pain or sickness
could ever come near him fell sick and
after lingering sorely crippled and for
nearly two years died leaving nothing
to his darling but hard work. Yes
there was one alternative; to become
Mrs. Jake Willow and mistress of the
forge aain; but Jake was a rough
vulgar fellow and Molly inheriting
the delicate tastes and gentle ways of
Kcr mother who had been a shy pretty
young governess beforo she married
the handsome blacksmith shrank from
the loud voice and rude laughter of her
would-be husband. And so in prefer-
ence to accepting Jake's offer she be-
came Heaven knows this was hard
enough thing to be maid-of-all-work
in the cottage of the Misses Cameron.
Poor little Molly! prettier than many a
princess with" lovely black-fringed
gray eyes and hair of the very darkest
brown hair that would curl in spite of
her to Miss Cameron's great dis-
pleasure. "If I had such untidy hair"
that lady would often declare glancing
approvingly into the mirror at the flat
dyed bands that made a triangle of her
high narrow forehead 4Td share my
head:" and "we'd certainly shave )kJ
heads" would echo Miss Geo'nrotte.' a
The kitchen floor finished the rugs
shaken and returund to their places
the bread put away in the big stone jar
in the cup-board Molly sought her own
room (which to tell the truth was no
room at all but a corner of the garret
rudely partitioned off with only a small
skylight to admit light and air. There
were rooms empty unused rooms in
tho attic but "they were much too
good for a servant" Miss Cameron said:
and "very much too good for a ser-
vant" agreed her sister) to make
ready for her fitting. Molly looked
around it as she tied her straw hat over
her rebellious tresses and again the
tears filled her eyes. It had been a
place of rest and a shelter and she had
been glad to have it fearing to leave it
lest worse luck lay beyond.
And she would not have been com-
pelled to leave it had it not been for
that unfortunate mirror and the un-
ceasing complaints of the old bachelor!
Why he could not be so very old after
all for he was only one and twenty
and she between live and six when he
gave her ribbons and books and silver
pieces and she gave him kisses.
But the sound of closing shutters
broke in on her reverie and reminded
her that her departure was waited for
and taking her bundle in her hand she
ran quickly and lightly down the stairs
to the parlor where ihe maiden ladies
sat erect and stern their bonnets
already in readiness for the lecture.
"I'm going now" said Molly stand-
ing in the doorway her sweetpathetic
face with its pleasing gray eyes and
quivering lips in no way touching what
her mistresses were pleased to call to
their hearts. KJood-bye Miss Georg-
ette." But the only reply was: "Bear in
mind that you aro still indebted tons
eight and twenty dollars. If how-
ever you should prefer to purchase a
mirror yourself in place of tho one
brokon by you we will consent 4o re-
ceive it provided it is in every way as
good as that left us by our grandmoth-
er. And in that case wo will agree to
refund the SS.00 for last month's
wages which wo have retained as the
lirst installment of your dobt; which is
really much more than you could have
expected of us."
'Oh yes indeed very much more
than could be expected of us."
"Oh yes indeed very much more
than could have been expected of
us" murmured Miss Georgette.
"For such gross carelessness" Miss
Cameron went on.
"indeed ma'am" interrupted Molly
her cheeks flaming and her eyes spark-
ling "as 1 have told you 1 never
touched it; I wasn t even near it. I
was sweeping the other side of the par-
lor when it fell and the cord it hung
by was all moth-eaten and had parted
just in the middle as I showed you at
" Should be punished" continued
Miss Cameron not paying the slightest
attention to the girl. "And one word
more rieaso to rcmemucr mat we
have your signature to an acknowledge-
ment that you consideryourself respon-
sible for the breakage."
"You frightened me so that E scarce-
ly knew what 1 was signing" said
Molly. "But as I promised Iyyillpay
you for it shall never be said that my
father's daughter broke her word. Vd
give you the few dollars I have saved
if I had not to keep them for my own
support until I get another place. Poor
Aunt Nanny can only give me shelter
for as you know she has depended al-
most entirely on me for food and
clothes ever since mv father died."
"Yes and a very redieulous thing for
both of you" snapped Miss Cameron.
"She might much better sell the hut she
lives in for kindling-wood and go to the
poor-house and you might much better
save your wages to pay for the things
you break. I or break you will to the
end of your days. I never saw a per-
son with such lly-away hair as yours
that was not vain careless and frivo-
lous. You may go."
"Yes indeed you may go" added
And the poor child went out into the
road homeless and almost friendless
with a shadow on her fair young face
and a pain in her young heart. But she
had only turned into the lane that led
to old Nanny's cottage when some one
came quickly to her side and said in a
kindly voice "Molly poor little Mol-
ly!" and there was Mr. Maleomb. And
Molly in her grief thinking only of him
as the friend of her childhood who had
known her as the darling of the kindest
of fathers' flung her bundle down and
burst into a passionate flood of tears.
"They were hard on me your sis-
ters Mr. Malcolm11 she sobbed "very
hard on me. L did my best for them.
1 worked and I am not strong though
I am a blacksmith's daughter from
morning till night and vet I could not
please them. And it was not my fault
about the mirror. It was not it was
not it was not. Though Miss Camer-
on insists that. I stopped sweeping to
look at my curly hair I can't help it's
curling; 1 did everything t make it
straight; I tied it back so tight over
and over again that my head ached
awful and knocked it with a broom.
She was a little better before you came;
but after you came and complained so
much about the tea and tho coffee and
your shirts and and everything "
"T complain!" exclaimed her listen-
er breaking in upon her rather eon-
fused narration of her wrongs. 'Why I
never complained of anything. How
could I? there was nothing to com-
"She said you did. But I beg par-
don sir" suddenly remembering the
difference between oandy-and-kisscs
time and the orcsent. "She is your
sister and and my troubles aro noth-
mg to you.
"She is my sister an extremely long
step off" he replied gravely; "ami
your troubles are a great deal to me
and furthermore f see a way a pleas-
ant way out of them. Let me walk
with you to Aunt Nanny's and there
with her to' advise us we will talk the
"0 it is such a poor place Mr. Mal-
colm. Miss Cameron called it a hut
and said it was only fit for kindling
"I've been in much poorer places
Molly" said he and picking up her
bundle he walked by her side to the
old woman's cottage.
Two weeks passed by. A poor drudge
from the work house whose chief (in
fact whoso sole) recommendation was
"no wairos" had taken Mollio's place
in tho Misses Cumoron's kitchen Mr.
Malcolm had gone away on business
directly after her coming and on the
evening appointed for his return the
two sisters attired in dresses of dull
gray unrelieved by a single touch of
color sat (everything in the house be-
ing in heart-chilling dreadful stony
order) one at each parlor window"
awaiting his arrival.
"lie must be coming; I think 1. hear
wheels" said the ckler in her usual
"Wheels" repeated her sister.
And "wheels" they were but not
the wheels of a carriage but those of a
truck on which lay a long wooden box
stopped before the cottage door.
"A mirror for Miss Cameron" the
driver called out as he jumped down.
"A mirror!" repeated the spinster
unable to restrain a gesture of surprise.
And "A mirror!" said Miss Georgette
with another gesture of surprise.
"Yes ma'm: from Willard's New
York. Where is it to be taken?"
"First unpack it out here" comman-
ded the lady recovering her self-possession.
"I can't have the house litter-
ed up with splinters and shavings."
"No indeed" chimed in Miss Geor-
gette also recovering her self-possession.
"Splinters and shavings!"
So the box was unpacked at the road-
side and the mirror taken from it
proved to be better and handsomer in
every respect than that it had been sent
"I've brought wire to hang it with"
said the man as he carrLd it into the
house; "so there'll be no danger from
moths this time."
"Moths!" said Miss Cameron glaring
athim. And "Moths!" echoed her sis-
ter also glaring. And they both con-
tinued to glare as though called upon
to superintend a piece of work highly
repugnant to their feelings until the
mirror was hung and the driver again
in his place on tho truck.
"Of course George sent it" said Miss
Cameron when the man had driven
away. "But Mary Brown must pay
for the other all the same. Our hav-
ing this makes no difference in regard
to the agreement with her."
"No difference in regard to the agree-
ment with her" assented Miss Georg-
ette when who should walk in in a
gray silk walking dross a bunch of
crimson flowers at her throat ami anoth-
er one in her belt and the most coquet-
tish hat adorned with more crimson
flowers but Mollie herself.
"Good evening" she said smilingly.
"T have called for a receipt in full."
"A receipt in full! And for what
pray? Have you brought the money?"
asked her whilom mistress. And "Have
you brought the money?" echoed her
other whilom mistress.
"No I have not brought the money"
answered Molly; "but I have sent you
a mirror that more than answers your
"You!" from both sisters at once.
And again for the second tune in one
short hour they were guilty of being
surprised and letting their surprise be
"Yes I. 1 have the bill with me. A
receipt in full if you please."
Miss Cameron arose walked in a
stately manner Molly following her
to her desk in the dining-room seated
herself took pen ink and paper and
began: "Received Mary B "when
"Stop a moment" said Molly; "my
name is no longer Mary Brown!"
"And what may it be?" said Miss
Cameron regarding her with loftv con-
tempt. "I'll answer that question" said Mr.
Malcolm suddenly appea ung and
passing his arm around the slender
gray silk waist thereby crushing the
bunch of roses in the natty belt "Mrs.
The pen fell from Mi.s Cameron's
hand and for the lirst time in her life
that estimable woman went into hys-
terics whither her equally estimable
sister immediately followed hrr.
And Molly taking her lfedvb at that
moment never received any receipt in
lull or otherwise alter all. I
I5uy to CrlMulKfi.
Any fool can criticise good work. It
is easy to pjck holes in other people's
work but it" is far more profitable to do
better work yourself. Those-to'ho can
themselves do good service are but as
one to a thousand oom pared wjth those
who can sec fcjmlfcg in the jibor of
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