Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1873-07-24

oest' are improper places for young la.
dies to attend, and as your father very
properly remarks, you had better stay
at home with your knitting. If any
one but Harry Winny had invited you,
it would be different, but now you had
better give up all thought Of going.
Indeed. madam" said Mr.. Chester,
balancing bit of potato on his fork,
may l enquire what are your objec-
tions to Mr.. Harry Winny?-a young
man in whose care l can trust nv
daughters without fear. That he is to
be their escort is the only pa,liating
circumstance in the case"
"Oh, I've nothing against him." re-
Piled Mrs. c., "only-" and the untin.
lshed sentence left a world of meaning
unexpressed. but AS you say, nv
dear, it is very foolish for the girls to
be running about when there is so
much useful employment for them at
home"
lin not so sure Of that" replied he.
Young people need rest and recrea-
ton, and my daughters shall not be
cooped up at home while others Of
their age are enjoying themselves, and
they shall go in spite Of your obec-
tions-with a triumphant look at Mrs.
c.
"Oh, If you insist upon it, l sup
pose they must GO" said Mrs. Ches.
ter, hastily supprcssing dimple which
threatened to appear in her check;
"but they've nothing fit to wear, and
we cannot afford them new suits"
please don't decide the matter so
hastily, madam" replied Mr.. Chester,
blandly, persuaded that he was annoy
ing Mrs. G. What dresses do YOU
need, Jennie:'
''Oh, butt linen would be just the
thing" replied Jennie. Mary and
Lutte Martin have got the loyeliest
suits off piece at Durea's: but then
We can wear our old muslins," she add
ed, regretfully.
And YOU must - said Mrs. Chester.
decidedly. The suits would cost at
least twenty dollars made up, and we
cannot afford it,"
ALLOW me to become the judge Of
that, will you, Mrs. Chester" replied
her spouse, serenely. IL want my
girls 10 look as we'll rs others in their
position, and consider myself best
qualified TO regulate the family ex-
penses," and taking out his pocket
book, he counted out the required sum
an amount which heretofore had only
been granted after long siege of
teasing, pouts and tears.
Mr.. Chester, now in remarkably
good humor, finished his dinner with
out discovering that the butter was too
salt or the pudding too fresh--an over
sight duly commented on in Mrs. C's
soiiio't.., 40 Il. L~. ~.....L~. ,i.. -
viewed this, the first trial of her new
system of reformation.
The next day at dinner Mr.. Chcs-
ters face assumed It's usual expression
before storm, and as he carved tie
turkey, with his nose upturned, the
vial Of his wrath was opened.
Onions again, after my repeated /
requests that the dressing be seasoned |
without it but that is all the respect
TO nv wishes meet ia this house.
bridget" cried Mrs. c., bring a
dish and spoon Immediately, and re-
move all the dressing from the tur-
kew
Bridget came, and while she obeved /
the order, her mistress continued: I'm !
sure | have gwen my orders forcibly !
enough to be obeycd, and if this occurs
again, / cannot"
Don't scold the servants, madam"
interrupted Mr.. Chester. "A little /
judicious oversight from you would |
soon correct these mistakes
Bridget removed the last morscl, and /
as she was leaving the room. muttercd |
audibly, IAN, there's not bit of onion
as big as hy's eye in the whole din
ner. Mayhap ye've got an onion up
yer pryin' ould nose, that ye smil the |
odor SO plainly
''Does she tell the TRUTH" asked Mr..
G., ignoring the last clause of the Of
Tended Biddy's remarks.
Il suppose she does" replied Mrs.
Chester, lat least my careful supervis-
ion Of its concoction failed TO reveal
any"
why didn't you tell me so, them"
inquired he, beginning TO look sheep
ish.
'Whv, you said there was, and it |
was not for me 70 dispute you" replied
Mrs. Chester, with q lamb-like look of |
submission. Its q vite's duty TO be-
lieve what her husband says, even if
she knows it isn't SO but YOU can tell
Bridget TO bring it back"
''Indade and small good it would do
vez," said that worthy, entering at the
moment, "for it's lying at the bottom
of the waste-pail, it is, this blessed
minute"
The conversation tagged perceptibly
after this scene, and Mr.. Chester
munched his dinner in silence; and |
though he could but acknowledge that
he had been cleverly punished, he felt
the loss of the best part Of his dinner.
At tea-time, company being present,
Mr.. Chester strove to look on the |
bright side Of things, and appear par
ticularly amible, but Mrs, Chester
scolded the servants and reproyed the
girls in q manner which greatly aston
ished Mr.. Robert. Toward the last of |
the meal he ventured to remark, as he
helped himself to . slice Of cake. 81
think, Mrs. Chester, this cake is not
quite done. / see slight soggy streak
in it,"
'Oh, that stupid cook" calculated
Mrs. c., spitefully, as she took the
plate and rang for Bridget, who soon
appeared. ''Put your piece back, DEAR"
said she to Mr.. Chester, who complied
rather than risk a scene, tor she was
evidently in no mood to be trifed with.
"And now take this stuff to the pam
try, and bring me the plate in the right
hand corner, third Shelf"