Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1873-09-04
THE WEEKLY HERALD
PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING.
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Written for the Herald.
CHOOSE FOR YOURSELF.
BY Budd Redwood.

In the conservatory of Mary Kane's faith
er's house sat two young ladies. 1t was a
scorching, hot day, and they had chosen the
coolest spot in the house. The conservatory
led off from the parler, and was filled with
some of natures rarest exotics. The two
persons spoken of were none other than Mary
Kane herself and her particular friend, Ma
rion Hail. The former was pretty, little,
brown-eyed, true-hearted girl, striving to
make her home happy one. All who knew
her loved her. Her father, one Of the
wealthiest men in the village, lavished on his
only child all that money could buy. Her
mother, like other mothers, thought her girl
the handsomest and best one that ever lived.
She had reared her as a true woman should,
teaching her that labor was honest and char
ity noble.
Her companion, tall, dignifed girl of
nineteen, was entirely her opposite She
never thought of others. Her parents were
in good circumstances, but she was not their
only child. Five other mouths to feed, five
other bodies to clothe, and five others to edu-
cate Marion was the eldest. Many dollar
had the affectionate father spent for her that
would deprive her sisters and brothers of
something, but the naughty girl never for
once thought of that Her cry was, 81 must
20 out, and must look respectable when l
CO." Many a night had the tired mother sat
up to finish some party dress for her wayward
daughter, and that self-same parsonage
asleep, dreaming of the gaiety in store for
her the next night, but never once offering to
assist in dressing the children. "Humbugs
and nuisanccs," she termed them.
marion" said Maly, who was busy sew
ing on a little dress for some poor child,
"why didn't you bring over some work?
You must feel out of place, sitting there with
folded hands while am busy
20, not in the least" said her friend,
yawning; "theres nothing I dislike doing
more than sewing In fact, hate any kind
of work. tell you, my hands were never
made to labor"
Mary looked at her own dimpled hands;
they plainly told how much work they had
undergone.
81 don't agree with you, Marion. think
we were all made to work. What were our
hands made for? To fold? o, no, for use
hot ornaments, simply.
''Yon little enthusiast Ibelieve you would
milk cow"
elf l was obliged to should, surely.
There's nothing disgraceful in that
"Heigho! can tell you l wouldn't. l
hate work. There, that makes the fifth or
sixth time I've said it. presume you are
convinced now."
80, Marion, know of something that
will cure yeu of that. Wait till you're mar
ried, and then see if you won't love to work,
if only to make the home happy for the guide
mans coming"
80, pshaw! don't talk that way. For
instance, standing at a washtub the whole
forenoon; during the rest of the day, sweep
ing and putting things generally to rights,
and when the husband comes, welcoming
him with q volley of reproaches. That's
picture of the poor mans wife.
If eyer l marry, shall wed for money.
There's something in that. During the morn
Ing, go shopping; the balance of the day call
on your friends. When the husband comes
home, do not make too much of him, for that
would spoil all. In the evening, either At
Tend party or have friends at home. That's
the life for me; must, I shall have it."
And be in Q constant whirl of dissipation
I'LL the time, tire of each other, and finally
separate. That's the termination of such
me- Tell me, Marion, do you think Mi.
Lansing could afford this p~