Work: A Story of Experience
FOR some weeks Christie rested and refreshed herself by making her room gay and
comfortable with the gifts lavished on her by the Carrols, and by sharing with others the
money which Harry had smuggled into her possession after she had steadily refused to
take one penny more than the sum agreed upon when she first went to them.
She took infinite satisfaction in sending one hundred dollars to Uncle Enos, for she had
accepted what he gave her as a loan, and set her heart on repaying every fraction of it.
Another hundred she gave to Hepsey, who found her out and came to report her trials and
tribulations. The good soul had ventured South and tried to buy her mother. But "ole
missis" would not let her go at any price, and the faithful chattel would not run away.
Sorely disappointed, Hepsey had been obliged to submit; but her trip was not a failure,
for she liberated several brothers and sent them triumphantly to Canada.
"You must take it, Hepsey, for I could not rest happy if I put it away to lie idle while you
can save men and women from torment with it. I'd give it if it was my last penny, for I
can help in no other way; and if I need money, I can always earn it, thank God!" said
Christie, as Hepsey hesitated to take so much from a fellow-worker.
The thought of that investment lay warm at Christie's heart, and never woke a regret, for
well she knew that every dollar of it would be blessed, since shares in the Underground
Railroad pay splendid dividends that never fail.
Another portion of her fortune, as she called Harry's gift, was bestowed in wedding
presents upon Lucy, who at length succeeded in winning the heart of the owner of the
"heavenly eyes" and "distracting legs;" and, having gained her point, married him with
dramatic celerity, and went West to follow the fortunes of her lord.
The old theatre was to be demolished and the company scattered, so a farewell festival
was held, and Christie went to it, feeling more solitary than ever as she bade her old
friends a long good-bye.
The rest of the money burned in her pocket, but she prudently put it by for a rainy day,
and fell to work again when her brief vacation was over.
Hearing of a chance for a good needle-woman in a large and well-conducted mantua-
making establishment, she secured it as a temporary thing, for she wanted to divert her
mind from that last sad experience by entirely different employment and surroundings.
She liked to return at night to her own little home, solitary and simple as it was, and felt a
great repugnance to accept any place where she would be mixed up with family affairs
So day after day she went to her seat in the workroom where a dozen other young women
sat sewing busily on gay garments, with as much lively gossip to beguile the time as Miss
Cotton, the forewoman, would allow.