The Shasta courier., 1869-07-03

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submitted to. But dear me to think how
I've cared for you, and kept you; never a
button gone, or a hole in heel or toe. |
hope twill be so far you always; but |
don't know. The time will come, perhaps,
when you'll miss your nanny"
g Miss you, mother" says Dan. "I
hope I'll never do that. Tiny wants a
mother as well as L.
"What's her name y says I.
Christine" says he
:" Let's call her that, says l. No good
in baby names. never was called aught
but Margaret"
lie laughed Then says he
Come, Hannah, dress in your best
You and mother must see us married"
Baking day." says |.
"But think of Dan, with no one near
him, so lonesome" says Hannah
"Well," says |, let's hear who you are
going to marry, that will make some diff
ference" Somehow | never felt SO stern
to my boy
Says he, turning the color of my double
pinks, on the window sill:
She's beautiful. Her eyes are blue and
her hair pure gold"
=" Beauty is only skin deep" says +,
what kind of girl is she? Good
"Good as an angel" said he
couldn't help making a face.
." Who is she p said |.
A girl-young lady" says he
Says l. =" Stick to the girl until you are
a gentleman.
We're all alike in this country says
he.
My English ideas can't understand it
50" says L. " You re a tradesman"
"WelP well, says he, let that drop
My wife will be suited.
:" What do her folks say 2" asked l.
She has none, said he.
{" Is she rich p
NO"
Then she earns her living?"
"Yes."
" How? ?"
Honestly" he said at last
How? Is she out at service? | don't
say I'd be angry at that
- At service y cried Dan, "with her
lily-whtc hands and lady like look No,
mother, She
He stopped again and swallowed the word.
"What ?" asked |, in kind of shrek.
Well, she's an actress
wonder | did not die. | gave groan
and Hannah ran for the camphor.
You've killed your mother, Dan," says
she. "She'll never get over it | don't
think | shall myself. An Actress.
Between the grief and the camphor
came near suffocating, but found breath at
last
"Dan," says l, was it for this whipped
you till you knew the Shorter Catechism
by heart? Was it for this I've prayed for
you and took you to meeting, and kept you
like wax. Train up child in the way
he should 60 is out of the Bible, but it
hasn't proved true this time Imust have
gone wrong somehow. let you read the
Shepherd of Salisbury Plain on a Sunday,
and let you off the tenth chapter of Genesis
when you couldn't learn it. | don't know
what else I've done that you should marry
an actress"
"She'll not play after she is my wife"
said he
But that made no difference. | felt that
| would die of shame
81 Go to your wedding p says l, " not ]
nor your decent sister just keep your
wife day or two, until get place as
housekeeper somewhere, and Hannah goes
to her aunt to learn dressmaking, and you'll
be rid of us; for if you marry her, neither
of us would live with you if we starved for
going"
And Hannah said the same, though she
cried heartily over it. And so, in the end,
we went; and Daniel aud | had quarreled
woefully; and there were all my things
the tins had kept so bright, and the
wooden ware I'd secured, and the furniture
I'd rubbed until it was like "A lookingglass,
left for an actress to do what she chose
with. used to lie awake o'nights think
ing of my lovely tea set, and wondering
whether the bold thing had cracked the
milk jug yet, and how many of the plates
were gone.
| hadn't seen her-I didn't w4nt to |
knew what she was; painted thing with
pinched waist, and no good in her face
or heart. And to think that my Dan
should get such one my Dan
The place / got was with a widower out
of town. A young man with troop of
noisy children Always making muss
and never quiet, and ! was wild with them.
Then it was damp as well, and lonesome
place-enough to give you the blues. And
Hannah wrote that she hated dress making
and could never earn her salt, and wished
We had stayed with Dan, and was worried
and chilled and heated, and finally taken
down with the rheumatism. | hid it as
long as | could, but my pains grew bad,
and my limbs were swollen and red as beets,
and at last, gave up and went to bed
And my master, a little weak-chested gen
tleman, with kind of helpless look in his
eyes, came to talk with me.
You're very i'll, Mrs. Munday,' says
he