Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1872-09-21
HOW HARRY BEAT HIS UNCLE,

6" never did sec such a sight in all
my lite,' quoth Mrs. Marley, elevating
her two iheumatism-tw twisted old hands
in the air. "Dust on them beautiful
velvet carpets glass in the conservato.
ry windows all broken; chickens
scratching up all the geraniums on the
front lawn. and the lazy servants david
ling away their precious time, while
poor dear Mr.. Avenel and Harr don't
know any more what's going on than if
they were hoarders. Says /: Dear
heart-aive, Mr.. Avenel, this is enough
to make your poor wife turn in her
grave Says he-you know his pleas
ant way Well, | know it isn't Just
right, Mrs. Marley, but what can dor
And ! answers. says |, Get a house
keeper Says he. 'Where?' Says |,
ADVERTISE Says he, Mrs. Marley,
you've hit the nail on the head. Fll
advertise to morrow And that's how
that paragraph happened to be in the
papers ?"
Here Mrs. Nalley stopped to catch
breath, and nodded emphatcally at her
auditor, pale woman dressed in deep
mourning, with the unbecoming frame
work ot a widows cap around her face.
And do You think | would suit the
gentleman ?' the latter asked timidly.
Gu can bat try Was Mrs. Narleys
encouraging response. "Mr. Avenels
as easy us Il lamb and not one O them
as IS ererlastingly checking off bills and
counting nickel pennies, and Harry
dreadful pleasant tempered. Any way,
if was you. Mrs. IIawkhurst, I'd 20 up
and see"
And Mrs. IIawkhurst, holding her
pretty little daughter by the hand,
went up, accordingly, to the handsome
stone house on the hill
There she found Mr.. Avenel in a
state oi tenn ora1y siege, for others be-
sides herself had seen the tempting a.. .
vertlsement, and made haste to answer
1t. There We're fat women and lean
tall woIaen and short, Scotch women
and Germans, smiling slovenly women.
and trim, sharp-vsaged women, women
who had seen hetter days, and women
who evidently hadn't.
Mrs. Hawllhurst looked around
somewhat discouraged by the formida
BILE array of rivals.
There's no hope for me-" she
thought despairingly, and was Just
about to turn away, with the timia
Juliet clinging to her hand, when Har,
ry Avenel advanced.
" Do you wish to see my uncle,
ma'am ?" he asked courteously.
IL called about the housekeeper's
situation," meekiy murmured the
widow.
And Harry showed her in at once.
Tho fnt and fha toll 1
the Scotch, the sour and the sweet went
Avenel decided to engage Mrs. Haw-
hurst as his housekeeper, with rermis-
sion to keep Juliet with her.
"She is all | have, sir" said the
housekeeper apologetically; "and she
will try to be useful about the house. .
How old is she ?" asked Mr.. Ayenel.
Fifteen, SIR"
Well, let her stay" said the widow
er good humoredly. She'll eat no
more than chicken, and | dare say
she can do great many odd things
about the place"
Mrs. llawkhurst proved herself an
executive oiticeress of the grea, est abili-
ty. GRADUALLY the "chaos and old night"
OF AVenel place was reduced to system
and order. The wheels of housekeep-
ing revo we'd so softly that no one knew
they had moved, yet these were the re.
suits. You scarce ever saw the house
keeper glide about the halls, vet the
servants declared her omnipresent. Mr..
Avenel found himself actually the in
habltant OF a home once more as the
years slowly passed away.
lie was sitting on piazza one dsy.
smoking his cigar, and watching the
graceful movements of Juliet Hawk
hurst, as she was planting vines in Il
marble vase that occupied the center of
the lawn, when Mrs. Mar ey came out.
"A nice evening, SIR" said Mrs. Mar,
ley. "Oh, there she Is |"
Who?' Mr.. Avenel asked.
Why, that foolish child, Juliet an
swered the old lady sharply. 81 hav'nt
no patience with her, that | hav'nt."
what has she been doing now,'
asked the widower with an amuse ed face
why, she's refused Ben Nichols
eioeSt son, as likely and beforehanded
young fellow as there is in the
country"
Mr.. Avenel started.
Ben Nichols! Why, Mrs. Marley
she Is only child"
ones seventeen next week. nod
ded Mrs. Marley, "and high time sh,
thought of settling" ~ ''''
Mr.. Avenel looked across To wher
juliet stood in her pink pincham dress
the soft summer wind stirring her cur ,
and her cheeks as softly tinted as IN
standard rose on the lawn. Sayentssn