Divers Women eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 199 pages of information about Divers Women.

Divers Women eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 199 pages of information about Divers Women.

“It isn’t.  It will take fire if you bring it near a flame, just as alcohol will, but it can’t explode.  There might be a little danger of its taking fire if you filled it when burning, but nobody would be foolish enough to do that.  I meant to tell you that this little stove is another proof to me that our Father pities us in our little troubles, and helps us.  I used to have an iron cook-stove, and even with my little work it would heat up everything so.  Just as I got all tuckered out with it, I heard of the gasoline stove, but I couldn’t afford to get one, for work was rather scarce just then.  I expected, though, he would send me one before long, and sure enough he did.  It wasn’t many days, don’t you believe, till a lady came and asked me if I wanted to sew for her, and take a gasoline stove for pay; her husband was a dealer in them.  You may be sure I said ‘Yes’ pretty quick; so I got it, and a great comfort it’s been to me these three years.  No, we don’t plod along here with nobody to care how we get along.  He cares.  I believe he thought about me and sent me the stove, and I always shall.”

“Well, good-bye, Mrs. Macpherson,” said Faith.  “I am truly obliged to you.  You have cheered and helped me.  I think I shall have more trust hereafter, and who knows hut I shall set up housekeeping with a gasoline stove,” she added, laughingly.

“Dear heart, I wish you might.”

Mrs. Vincent walked home with an idea in her head and a light in her eye that were not there when she started.  Trust a woman for doing what she wants to.  It did not take Faith long to lay a plan, and by the time she reached home a plan lay fair and clear before her.  Once in her room she sat down and mentally inventoried her possessions.  She went to her trunk and brought out her jewellery; they made a goodly array, all the birthday and holiday gifts of many years, several of them quite costly.  She hesitated a little over a beautiful watch and chain, but finally laid them with the others—­a fair offering at the shrine of love, retaining only a plain gold pin and the rings her husband gave her.  When baby took her afternoon nap, Faith gathered up her rings, and pins, and ear-rings, and bracelets, and chains, and all the other “tinkling ornaments,” made them into a package, and went with a resolute look in her eyes to Mr. Seymour’s—­one of the largest jewellery stores in the city.  Mr. Seymour was a member of the same church, and took a fatherly interest in the young couple.  Faith, with much inward trepidation, unfolded her plans to him.  After careful examination he named a price for each article that made her heart bound with joy.

“As a matter of course,” he explained, “we never give full value for goods bought in this way; but when a woman sacrifices her ornaments for such an object I want to bid her God-speed, and I shall give you what I think I can dispose of them for.”

He counted out the fresh bills to Faith; she could have hugged him, but she only said, in low excited tones: 

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