The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1876-06-09
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NV bat v ", wiicl saul hcr nus
band. putting on his spcctaclcs, pre-
psra,ory TO looking over the newspa-
pcr, which his wife handed to him
and he read the follow ing:
Board wantcd for the summer in
respectable farmhouse, by a young
lady, who Is in i'll health, and requires
change. Address, &C., &c"
"wel, wife," snid the old man,
when he had finished, "whnt is this
to dowith usY We don't want any
b,arders.'
"why not, john" replied his wife,
1--WE are not over rich, and these city
boarders nay wei; it will help us con
siderable in laying in our winter
stores"
Mr.. wildare shrugged his should
ers.
"You forget" he said, "there won't
hc so much to he made, after all, for
you will have to find daintics; she
won't be likely to fancy our homely food
Mayhap, she will turn the heads Of the
Young fellows around here, our Rob
ert included, with her fine airs; and
what good will that do anybody, Mark
my words, it viii I've so, il she comes
The old man shook his head senten-
tiously, and looked very wise.
Tut! TUT said the old woman,
chat IL nonsense, John; Roberts head
is not likely to be turned so easily; all
he cares for is his books, that he's al-
ways reading, except that he runs
down to his cousin Mary's, and you
know he thinks no end Of her
s"we1l see, well Sec" said the old
man; "a wilful woman must have her
way"
The advertisement was answered,
ai.d all things satisfactorily settled.
Three days after, Miss Ella Tray
elle-the young lady in question
alighted from IL cab, alone, with a
trunk and bandboxes, before the door
of Mr.. Wildare's pretty farmhouse.
She was iragile-looking creature,
with large, soft blue eyes, an abun-
dance of light brown hair, with gold
en- tinge, half put up, half falling in
loose curls on her neck. Her COM
plexion was fair, almost transparent;
but it was not her eyes, hair, or COM
pIcxion, which rendered her interest
ing, hut M expression of good nature
and intelli, nee which beamed in her
countenance, aud made her lovely.
Ella Travelle had been left an orph-
an two years bef,re, quite pennliess,t to
the care Of an uncle. He was not IN
kind, but his more worldly wife look
ed upon Ella rs an intruder-likely to
carry of the laurels in society from
her less favored daughters. Ella
quickly perceived it, consequently her
life was not very pleasant. She with
drew herself almost entirely from the
family, to her own room, where she
devoted herself to reading and study.
This confined mode Of life acted on
her health. Her uncle noticed with
anxiety her pale checks and dropping
eyes, and urged her to accompany his
wife to II fashionable watering place to
which they resorte'l every summer,
but Ella refused to do so. However,
she gladly accepted his oaer to go to
the country for change; so things
came to pass as we have seen.
"What pretty, polite young lady
Miss Trayello IT," said Mrs. Wildare,
to her husband, few days after FL
las arrival, "but dainty, as you said;
it is trouble enough to get her to taste
morsel of any thing; the only thing
that she enjoys is some new milk"
"Well, am sure wife, that is cheap
enough, and it will do her world of
good, and bring little color in her
pale face. She seems clever looking
little witch"
Days glided into weeks, and found
Ella quite domesticated.
"Did you ever make bread or pics,
Miss Ella" said the old woman, one
day.
mo, Mrs Wildare, but | have got
II good insight into the mysteries OF
housekeeping since have been here;
perhaps ! could do il myself if ]
tried"
"Ill be bound yon never washed q
tea cup, nor a pocket handkerchief
"Not so bad as chat, Mrs. Wildare,
said Ella, laughing; ,"but cant say ]
know much about work papa and
mamma did not allow me to exert
myself at all; perhaps | might have
been stronger il had; and have
never been required to do any thing
OF housework in my unele's family"
"Wcll, child, said the old woman,
"as long as you can do without it, it is
all right; but you must marry rich
man; YOU wouldn't do for n pool
man."
Ella laughed again, aud said she
had not begun to think Of that yet.