Love stories; Unmarried mothers -- Fiction; Women household employees -- Fiction
Cleveland, like every other growing city at this time, was crowded with
those who were seeking employment. New enterprises were constantly
springing up, but those who were seeking to fulfil the duties they
provided were invariably in excess of the demand. A stranger coming to
the city might walk into a small position of almost any kind on the
very day he arrived; and he might as readily wander in search of
employment for weeks and even months. Bass suggested the shops and
department stores as a first field in which to inquire. The factories
and other avenues of employment were to be her second choice.
“Don’t pass a place, though,” he had cautioned her, “if you think
there’s any chance of getting anything to do. Go right in.”
“What must I say?” asked Jennie, nervously.
“Tell them you want work. You don’t care what you do to begin with.”
In compliance with this advice, Jennie set out the very first day, and
was rewarded by some very chilly experiences. Wherever she went, no one
seemed to want any help. She applied at the stores, the factories, the
little shops that lined the outlying thoroughfares, but was always met
by a rebuff. As a last resource she turned to housework, although she
had hoped to avoid that; and, studying the want columns, she selected
four which seemed more promising than the others. To these she decided
to apply. One had already been filled when she arrived, but the lady
who came to the door was so taken by her appearance that she invited
her in and questioned her as to her ability.
“I wish you had come a little earlier,” she said. “I like you better
than I do the girl I have taken. Leave me your address, anyhow.”
Jennie went away, smiling at her reception. She was not quite so
youthful looking as she had been before her recent trouble, but the
thinner cheeks and the slightly deeper eyes added to the pensiveness
and delicacy of her countenance. She was a model of neatness. Her
clothes, all newly cleaned and ironed before leaving home, gave her a
fresh and inviting appearance. There was growth coming to her in the
matter of height, but already in appearance and intelligence she looked
to be a young woman of twenty. Best of all, she was of that naturally
sunny disposition, which, in spite of toil and privation, kept her
always cheerful. Any one in need of a servant-girl or house companion
would have been delighted to have had her.
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