The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1875-12-31

easy chair, the full strength of the FAM
lily tongue broke on my devoted head.
"I can't help it," quoth I, holding
valiantly to my colors. awe can't
starve. Some of us must do something.
And you can live very nicely, mother,
darling, on twenty dollars month"
''That is true" sighed my mother,
from behind her black-bordered pocket
handkerchief. "But never thought to
see daughter of mine going out toto
service p'
"And Uncle Barnabas isn't going to
do anything for us, after all P' cried out
| Eleanor, Indignantly. "StiDgy old fell
! low; I should think he might at least
adopt one of US He's as rich as Croe-
sus, and never a chick or child ~
"He may do as he likes about that" l
answered, independently. 81 prefer to
earn my own money"
So the next morning set out for the
unknown bourn of New York life.
"Uncle Barnabas,n p said l, as the train
reached the city, chow shall I find
where Mrs. Prudence lives ?r
"Oh, pll go there with YOU" said he.
"Are you well acquainted with herT'
ventured to ask.
"Oh, very well, indeed ~ replied I'm
SAC OoA loOehof hONhAhG lis 1CttO a HASN
ingly.
We took a carriage at the depot, and
drove through so many streets that my
head spun around and around like tee
totum, before we stopped at a pretty
brown stone mansion-it looked like a
palace to my unaccustomed eyes-and
Uncle Barnabas helped me out.
"Here is where Mrs. Prudence lives,'i
said he, with a chuckle.
A neat little maid, with a frilled
white apron and rose-colOred ribbons in
her hair, opened the door with a cour-
tesy, and was conducted into an ele-
CANT apartment, all gliding, exotics and
blue satin damask, when a plump old
lady, dressed in black silk, with the
loveliest Valenciennes lace at throat and
wrists, came smilingly forward, like q
sixty-year old sunbeam.
$50 you've come back, Barnabas
have you 2" said she. "And brought
one of the dear girls with you? Come
and kiss me, my dear"
Eyes, Susy, kiss your aunt" said Un-
Gle Barnabas, lingering his hat one way
and his gloves another, as he sat com.
placently down on the sofa.
''My aunt % 1 echoed.
"Why, of course" said the plump OLD
lady. ''Don't you know? Pm YOU
Aunt Prudence"
'But thought" gasped I, in bewil
derment, "that was coming to situa
tion V
"Well, 80 you are," retorted Uncle
Barnabas. 'rThe situation of adopted
daughter in my family. twenty-five
dollars mouth pocket-money-the care
of Aunt Prudence's cat and canary
And to make yourself generally usefulpi
30, Uncle" cried 1, "Eleanor would
have been SO glad to come if she hac
known it r'
"Fiddlestrings and little fishes % il
logically responded my Uncle Barna-
bas. "rve no patience with girl that's
too fine to work. Eleanor had the stu
alton offered her, and she chose to de-
cline. You decided to come, and here
you stay Ring the bell, Prue, and or
der tea, for Pm as hungry as a hunter
and dare say little Susy here will rel.
ish cup of tea !"
And this was the way drifted into
my luxurious home. Eleanor in the
country cottage envies me bitterly, fol
she has all the tastes which wealth anC
a metropolitan home can crafty. But
Uncle Barnabas will not hear of my ex,
changing with her.
'No, nop' says he. ''The girl I've
got is the girl mean to keep. Mis-!
Eleanor is too fine lady to suit me-"
But he lets me send them liberal pres
ents every month, and SO L am happy