The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-09-27
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HOW HARRY BEAT HIS UNCLE.

HOW HARRY BEAT HIS UNCLE
sI never did see such sight in all
my life" quoth Mrs. Marley, elevat-
ing her two rhumatism-twisted old
hands in the air. "Dust on them
beautiful velvet carpets; glass in the
conservatory windows all broken,
chickens scratching up all the ge-
raniums on the front lawn, and the
lazy servants dawdling away their
precious time, while poor dear Mr..
AvenaI and Harry don't know any
more what's going on than if they
were boarding. Says !, Dear heart
alive, Mr.. Avenal, this is enough to
make your poor wife turn in her
grave. Says he-you know his
pleasant way-Well, I know it isn't
Just right, Mrs. Marley, but what
can l doF And l answers, says l,
Get a housekeeper.' Says he,
'whereP Says I, ADVERTISE Says
he, Mrs. Marley, you've hit the nail
on the head. I'll advertise to-mor-
row. And that is how the para
graph happened to be in the papers" f"
Here Mrs. Marley stopped to catch
breath, and nodded emphaticallY at
her auditor, pale woman dressed in
deep mourning, with the unbecom-
frame work of a widows cap around
her face.
''And do you think l would suit
the gentleman" the latter asked
timidly.
'You can but try,'' was Mrs. Mar
ley's encouraging response. Mr..
Aveneps as easy as lamb, and not
O. them as is ever lastingly check
ing off bills and counting nicked
pennies, and Harry's dreadful pleas
ant tempered. Anyway, if was
you,, Mrs. Hawkhurst, I'd go up and
see."
And Mrs. Hawkhurst, holding her
pretty little daughter by the hand,
went up accordingly to the hand
some stone house on the hill.
There she found Mr.. Avenel in a
state of temporary siege, for others
beside herself had seen the tempting
advertisement, and made haste to
answer it. There were fat women
and lean, tall women and short
Scotch women and German, smiling
slovenly women, and trim, sharp
viged women; women who had seen
better days, and women who evi-
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Mrs. Hawkhurst looked around
somewhat discouraged by the form
idable array of rivals.
There's no hope for me-" she
thought despairingly, and was just
about to turn away, with the timid
Juliet clinging to her arm, when
Harry Avenel advanced.
"Do you wish to see my uncle
ma'am?' He asked courteously-
II called about the nousekeep,
ers situation" meekly murmured
the widow.
And Harry showed her in at once
The fat and the tall, the German
and the Scotch, the sour and the
sweet went. Mr.. Avenel decided to
engage Mrs. Hawkhurst as his house
keeper with permission to .keeI
Juliet with her.
"She is all I have, sir," said the
housekeeper, apologeticaIly; "anC
she will try to be useful about the
house"
"How old is sheT' asked Mr.. Av
enel.
3'Fifteen sir.''
"Well, let her stay" said the wild
over good humoredly. "She'n ca
no more than a chicken, and / dar'
say she can do IA great many gOot
things about the place"
Mrs. Hawkhurst proved hersel
an executive officeress Of great abil
Iity. Gradually the "chaos and oil
night" of the Avenel Place was re
Guced to system and order. Th
wheels of the housekeeper revolve,
so softly that no one knew the,
moved, vet these were the results
| You scarce ever saw the housekeeI
er glide about the halls, yet the sci
wants declared her omnipresent. MI
IAvenel found himself actually tn
Iinhabitant of a home once more q
the years slowly passed away.
He was sitting on a piazza on
day, smoking his cigar, and watch
ing the graceful movements Of Jul
liet Hawkhurst, as she was plantini
training vines in marble base tina
occupied the center of the lawr
when Mrs. Marley came out.
ga nice evening, sir" said Mrs
Marley. "Oh, there she is"
! ~WhoY' Mr.. Ayenel asked.