Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1872-10-17
H W Harry Beat his Uncle.

- marry OeSt MS Uncle.
! never did see such a sight in all
my life, quoth Mrs. Marley, elevating
Ter two rheumatism-twistedo old hands
IN the air. Dust on them beautiful
velvet carpets glass in the conserva-
tory windows all broken; chickens
scratching up all the gereniums on the
front lawn. and the lazy servants
dawdling away their precious time,
while poor dear Mr.. Avenel and Har-
ry don't know any more what's going
on than if they were boarders. Saws
J.: Dear heart-alive, Mr. Avenel, this
is enough TO make your poor wife turn
in her grave. Says he-you know
his pleasant way-'Well, | know it
isn't just right. Mrs. Marley, but what
can do! And | answers. saws |.
Get house keeper Saws he. Where.
Says /. ADVERTISE Says he, Mrs.
Marley, you've hit the nail on the
head. I'll advertise tomorrow And
that's how that paragraph happened
to be in the papers,
Here Mrs. Marley stopped to catch
breath, and nodded emphatically at
-..Ii'~- male. woman dressed in
framework Of widows cap around
her face.
And do you think | would suit the
gentleman the latter asked timidly.
You can but try, was Mrs. Narley's
encouraging response. Mr.. Avenel's
as easy as lamb, and not one O. them
as is everiastingly checking oil bills
and counting nickel pennies, and
Harry's dreadful pleasant tempered.
Any wayi if was you, Mrs. Hawk
hurst, I'd go up and see
And Mrs. Hawkhurst, holding her
pretty little daughter by the hand.
went up, accordingly, to the handsome
stone house on the hill.
There she found Mr.. Ayenel in a
state OF temporary siege, for others
besides herself had seen the tempting
advertisement, and made haste to
answer il. There were fat women and
lean, tall women and short, Scotch
women and Germans, smiling slovenly
women, and trim, sharp-visaged wo-
men. women who had seen better
days and women who evidently
hadn't
Mrs. Hawkhurst looked around
somewhat discouraged BY the formida-
ble array of rivals.
There's no hope for me-, she thought
despairingly, and was just about to
turn away. with the tiinid Juliet cling
ing TO her hand, when Harry Avenel
advanced.
DO you wish to see my uncle.
ma'am: he asked courteously.
IL called about the housek eeper's
situation, meekly murmured the
widow.
And Harry showed her in AT once.
The fat and the tall. the German
and the Scotch. the sonr and the sweet |
went. Avenel decided to engage Mrs.
Hawkhurst as his housekeeper, with |
permission to keep Juliet with her.
she is all | have. SIR said the
housekeeper apologetically and she
will try TO be useful about the no Sc
How old is she!' asked Mr.. Avenel.
Fifteen, SIR
We'll, let her stay said the widow
er good humoredly. She'll eat no
more than a chicken, and l dare saw
she can do great many odd things
about the place
Mrs. Hawkhurst proved herself an
executive officeress of the greatest
ability. Gradually the .'chaos and
old night OF Avenel place was reduced
to system and order. The wheels of
revolved so softly that
no one knew they had moved, vet
these were the results. You scarce
ever saw the housekeeper glide about
he halls, yet the servants declared
ler omnipresent. Mr.. Avenel found
actually the inhabitant OF a
lome once more as the years slowly
passed away.
de was sitting On piazza one day,
smoking his cigar, and watching tie
movements of Juliet Hawk
hurst, rs she was planting vines in a
marble vase that occupied the centre
Of the lawn, when Mrs. Marley came /
ont.
"A nice wening, SIR said Mrs
Marley. On, here she is r
'WhoY Mr.Avenel asked.