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THE COLDENROD DYE
By Muriel Chance
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman)
It was the mostwonderful experi
ence that Nancy had ever had. For a
long time after it happened she could
not make herself believe that it was
She was weaving in the attic, mak
ing the homespun rugs which; had be
come a village industry in 'the little
Pennsylvania town. Her winter's
work brought in enough money to
buy a few luxuries for her bedridden
mother and clothes for Nonie. at
school. Suddenly a knock came .be
low and, when Nancy went down, she
saw a young man, a stranger, stand
ing at the door.
"I am told that you make the best
rugs in the village, Miss McLane," he
said. "May I see some of your
She showed him some. Certainly
'the contours were straight, and not
higgledy-piggledy like those of most
of the village rugs. However, the
young man was interested in other
details than that.
"My name is Cyrus Brown, and I
am from the rug factory at Altoona,"
he said. "We want to buy the secret
of your vegetable dye the yellow
Nancy laughed. "There isn't any
secret about that," she answered.
'Everybody here knows that. It's gol
denrod. You steep the flowers in hot
water and add a .little alcohol and "
nd Nancy gave him the secret.
"May I come another day when you
re making the extract?" asked the
"Yes. I reckon I'll be making some
his day next week," Nancy answered.
She promised to say nothing about
us visit, though wondering a little.
She asked him to have supper with
' m and by the time he was ready to
o had confided in her that he
ng thitry dollars a week as
i J the factory. u ,
"Seems to me, Nancy," grumbled
her mother, when he had gone, "you
might have got hold of "a young fel
low like that instead of that good-for-nothing
Nancy said nothing. But she sigh
ed a little that night when Jim, out
of work -as usual sat glumly at her
side and asked, for the tenth time
that year, when she would marry
Nancy and Jim had been engaged
for years. But he never had a posi-
1 -11 III I, '
"Hum! I Guess I SeejAhere the Nig
ger Lay je
tton more thanvaveek or two. and,
while the guTfelt the bond of old as
sociation she had begun to think se
riously of the future.
Worse than this shiftlessness was
a certain growing sense of proprietor
ship a bad humor, coupled with ir
ritability at Nancy's practical views
But Nancy knew that unless Jim
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