Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1857-04-29

But she thought be only meant that she was
the mistress. Everything was in order. Eve
| rything was fine. The rooms were newly fur
nished, but lacked the cozy look of home
| The walls were high and chilly. The atmos-
phere was strange atmosphere, and Sarah
| didn't know for time whether she was going
| to get used to it. But there she was, alone
and thoughtful. Before this, she believed
that as soon as she was married, all her old
| friends would flock in to see her and express
their envy of her good luck. That would
make her so much happier, You know. But
not living soul came near her. A few mid
dle-agcd people, old housekeepers themselves,
dropped In to make wedding calls, but as for
young folks, her schoolmates and playmates,
| they kept away from her, and looked askance
at her in meeting.
eNever mind 10 thought she to herself. At
least, can make up for it, by having my sis
ters and my mother around me.'' Yes, she
tried that experiment, and tried it thoroughly.
This was the way of it. She could not bear to
be left alone so much--no young girl could
Therefore, she sent for her family to come
and share her good fortune freely. And they
CdiHc' ouSdl, dnu Jultd, Dncu, duu
ny, and Mary, they were all there, with their
mother, and Elizabeth besides. They were
there every day. Some of them stayed to
dinner; some stayed to supper; some were
there all through the evening. They took the
house by storm, without trying to come short
of pun by single letter; overhauled the
kitchen, the parlor, the pantry. In all her
domestic arrangements, great and small, they
had busy and energetic hands. They arranged
the table, and hunted over Mr.. Muligan's
wardrobe. They wondered, and held up their
hands, and admired in truth, hey-the Storms
family-and not Muligan's wardrobe, became
occupants of his newly bought and furnished
house. Mr.. Mulligan began to grow nettled.
'sSarah, said he, one day, 'sdon't go to
your mothers so much.'' 1t did not sound
like a request it was an order. She looked
up at him in surprise.
''I think your friends are here altogether
more than is for your good" And he plung
ed his face in newspaper.
The strangest feelings came over her. Did
she ever stop to think that her husband would
address such language to her as that-and so
soon after marriage. too7 Not long after,
Sarah's mother sent her nice pudding for
dinner. 'sSee here,'' said the young wife to
her husband. ssSee what the folks have sent
in.''
ssA pudding, hey Well how many do they
expect you to send back again 7''-and utter
ly refused to taste a bit of it.
Sarah's heart cut again. A young girl
like her never had thought such things of her
husband, especially as she knew beforehand
how rich he was. He could have fed theStorms
family the year round, and not have felt it the
trouble was he lUouldnf.
Christmas came along. "Mr. Mulligan,'
said she, teasingly. He grunted monysyl
liable at her, and listened. ''I want to make
mother present, you know, she has been so
kind to us since we were married."
"Altogether TOO kind,'' he answered.
Her eyes filed instantly. ssBut can't help
wanting to do something for my mother,''
said she.
"Then why don't you do it but not with
my money, let me tell you"
There it was. She had married his pile of
money, without stopping to consider what
kind of a man she was likely to get along with
it and now she was learning at a terrible cost
Of her happiness. OF course, the Storms fam
lily heard of his sentiments toward her. But
she was satisfied for time to ponder upon it
by herself. There was ever so much pride in
the way to begin with and how could she
make needless fuss before the pubic2 There
fore, she concluded to be silent, to see how
matters would come out. One evening again,
Sarah made little party unbeknown to her
husband; she thought that thus she could a
void irritating him. For he seemed to have
grown so Grabbed and cross of late, there was
no trying to do anything with him.
They were all assembled in one room, and
having the gayest time of it you can think of.
Susan, and Julia, and Ellen, Fanny and Eliza
beth--they were there in the best of dress and
the highest of spirits-together with Mrs.
Storms, of course. She had engineered this
little affair herself, all with her own hands aud
BRAIN This she meant as sort of coup d'efaf
to show Mr.. Mulligan, the husband of her
daughter Sarah Mullgan, that there were some
things that could be done just as well as others,
and that she knew how to do them too. So
there was her whole family, except Mr.. Storms,
but he was nobody. Such time as they were
having. The ssbest lamps" were lighted, and
made day of the darkest corners. The fire
clowed in mass of living Goals, warming ev-
ery hand and heart there was there. Sarah
locked as composed and courageous as she
ross,b,v could, while her mother kept one eye
On the rest. and the other-and the better one
ON the door. If Mr.. Mulligan came in, she
was to assume responsibility, authority, every