Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1868-05-20
HBTTY's VICTORY.

age TO get long l should like to know y
saId Mrs. Hetty Gay, the bride of the year
While scowl gathered and settled upon The
white forhead and spread itself down to th,
sweet mouth, chasing the dimples all away
and leaving an ugly frown, almost the first
IN all her lite, in their stead
Il declare its just enough to drive ono
mad-this housekeeping-inde it is u
and the sweet voice quivered just little at
hrst, then great sob swelled up from the
| inexperienced little heart, which futtered
and beat like frightened bird S and at last
| the tears would and did come as the red
murmured between the sobs: And dear
Alt IS so particular and such an epicure,
and like SO many dainty things. Oh! what
shall | do? What shall do?" and Hetty
sunk down in dismay in the old kitchen
chair which Bridget had SO recently vacated.
| There were ali the breakfast dishes TO be
washed-not SO many to be sure, for only
two had breakfasted iromof the dainty chi
na which looked such prodigious pile to
the blue eyes-the whole house to be swept
and busted (Hetry had three rooms besides
the kitchenl and dinner to get for two),
And, oh dear the mercy only knows
what all ! never can do it, indeed [ never
| can she sObbed over and over again.
| Now, Hetty Gay was not foolish. weak
minded little woman. as perhaps the reader
Will imagine, but quite the contrary New
er, IN all her life, had such weight of care
| rested upon her young shoulders and as it
rose up before her in such prodigious pro-
portions, she did what many another would
have done in ike circumstances.
If could only learn" she at length
whispered through her tears, but how can
There Is no one here to show me, and
then desr Alf will see how awkward am
That Is worst of all ?''
There was ring at the door, and Hetty
sprang up, bathed her eyes, gave one dubi-
Gus look back at the huge pile of china, and
brushing away the golden mist of the ring
lets from her face, prepared to obey the
Summons.
oh? | do hope it is only the butcher
with the roast, she murmured, giving a
hasty glance at the mirror in the dining
room, where pair of swollen eyes and /;
trnnhlnd fanA e@., from. u Ie
oh. Lou! where did you come from?''
cried Mrs. Hetty eagerly-the dinlpes all
coming back and the ugly scowl vanishing
like dream when she encountered the
smiling face of Lou Burton at the door.
The friend of all others whom she wished
most to see at this particular juncture was
this same Lou Burton, and she had thought
of her at least dozen of times since Bird
gets abrupt leave taking, bur then she liv-
ed so far away, and it was no use, she
thought
But, dear Lou, how did you happen to
come just now?" she said, My good gen
ius must have sent you here to-day, i m
sure, for | so wretched Bridget left
this morning, you see, and [ M all alone and
have been crying like baby this half hourl
m so stupid, you know, and as ignorant of
housekeeping matters as a two days old ba
by, which | wouldn't have Alf know for all
the world. Come with me, Lou-that's
dear-right out to this awful kitchen, and
give me my first lesson in housekeeping !"
But you are not going to work in that
elegant cashmere wrapper are you, Hetty|'
said Lou Burton, the practical little house
keeper and economist that she was.
oh. it won't hurt it, just this once, you
know, and"
But it will, Hetty, persisted Lou. Now,
you 90 and slip on plain calico, while lgo
to the kitchen and commence operations.
But will you stay whole week, dear,
and help me through p said Hetty, implor-
ingly, as she turned to obey.
Certainly, viii, answered Lou, in
Now, mind you don't do thing till |
come there; for | must learn you know,
called out Hetty after her.
Dinner time came, and with it dear Alf,
as hungry as a bear, he said, for be had
been out on collecting tour, and was ready
to ''deyour. whole regiment After
hearty welcome to Hetty's friend, he led the
way to the little dining room
''Whew, Hetty! - be said, after survey
ing the appointments with critic eye, Il
do believe yen beat Bridget alter all. Just
look at this roast, now it suits me to q
charm-just brown enough, and done to
perfection and these rolls are as light as a
feather. How splendidly the table looks.
everything just where it belongs. declare,
that Irish girl had way of mixing up things
that [ didn' just like, after all. Hetty, this
salad Is prepared just as | used to like it
when boy-I tell you it 5 deicious-and a
prince might covet that desert on the side
table yonder. Really. Miss Burton, never
knew until to day that my little Hetty was
such model house wife !
Lou was amused. Hetty sat smiling
through the tears-a slight quiver about her
sweet lips, and deep flush on either cheek,
but very busy with her thoughts. Days and
weeks passed. Lou Burton was a constant
at the Gays, where no Bridget has yet ta-
ken the place of her predecessor By and
by the weeks glided into months, and Lou
only came occasionally, for Hetty had grad
uated, and Alfred Cray never knew, until
years afterwards, how bravely she had won
A Captain who haG a sound sleeping mate
caught an Irish boy in the middle watch
fruinp some nork and eors he had STOLEN