The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1876-01-13

With something Hke = g'sw of sstisfse.
ton on her sweet face.
lam glad yoa lose Gsss worship. sis-
ter. Goodbye.
And the deacon toek bic Issss, ID 90
way benefited by bic vsil, sod ieelinx
that be bad conferred no eeaehi. Sister
simpkips was oa spifieasl heights far
aboye hlEa, lie coald mo- touch the hem
Of Der garment.
She hsw up stairs 10 lTF narsery. and
snAiehed the baby from Rridgst.
Now 90 10 your washing as quick ~
you can, and Try aud have ID done Ia
some Kind Of season for oaOe. And have
your dinner cooked deeautly for once, II
you can.
Not $ word Of thanks % the poor ser
want for having held the baby 90 long,
while her work was lying undo1e below
stairs. What had so suddenly ohAaged
Mrs. Simpkins looks aud mAbnesi What
bad driven away her sweeinsss and pls-
cidity--her heavenly saaime How chang
ed her voice wAsl So keen aBd cutting
How angry the looked ~ ths called to
her little son
Jimmy, come hereI
The boy obeyed.
Now don't you ever again eoms to
the psrlor when I'm there with company,
she exclaimed to the Young intruder, as
she cufied him first on one ear and then
on the other, making both ring. She
did not call him darling then. You're
the worst boy ever saw, she went on,
| have no Idea what you'll grow mp TO
be. How many times have ! told you
not TO come to the parlor when Pm there
with company5 And yet you always
come. Just as sure as I'm there 10 comes
your frowzy head,
This was true, for the child was bright
enough to know bis opportunity. The
only sweet, liberal time his mother ever
had was when she was under the obser-
vation of company. Then, for appear
ance sake, she would give him. what be
asked for. tie always had to pay for IL
afterwards in tinglinY ears and smarting
flesh, but he was well accustomed,
toughened, and did not mind them much.
This insanity and unwholesome treat
ment had only just been administered TO
Jimmy, when an odor OF burning soup
was perceptible.
Bridgetl screamed Mrs. Simpkins, your
soup is burning, Bridget! No answer
and leaving the baby with Jimmy, Mrs.
Simpkins flew to the kitchen aud snatch.
ed kettle from the stove.
What made you let the soup burnl she
exclaimed as Bridget entered.
] was on the shed, ma'am.
But You ought not to be out OF your
kitchen when you've anything on the
fire.
But l had to hang out the clothes OF
they wouldn't DO dried. | was 30 long
with the baby that the washing's far
back, ma am.
never saw anything like It. You've
always some excuse, no matter what you
do. Why didn't you set the soup back
while you were on the shedS
did not think OF 1t, sure.
And why didn't you think Of III I've
tried so hard to make good girl of you,
| declare I'm most tired ont.
Well, I've thought Of giving you res,
from me. There's no use Ia go much
said and being so tired, all for sup Of
| broth.
No words, Bridget; never allow ny
girls to answer back. It's bad enough "a
have my things burnt up, without any
impudence from you.
You can look out for another girl tc
do your work. can't suit you, and
you've leave to find one that can.
How foolish 10 yoa, Bridget. 10 seI
mad just for nothing. II was my plac'
to get angry. 1t was my money tina
was burnt in the soup.
All, there was no money burnt at all
and no loss OF soup either, for the ekil'
dren and neil have to ate It, bHrRt sl
not burnt--as you yourself knows well
Aud it's not at all about the soup either
there's enough more; fretting aud fussinI
from morning till night whenever ysur
self's IN the house and pm running herr
aud there for the children and yourself
aud me work to be done all the same
and We never pleased, but always this 1
wrong aud the other aint right, and Nj
working TIL eau niver hould me tw'
feet twunst 10 the hure, and thin w
niver done me work half well enough.
II II you are dissatisfied, Fou bad bette
go, Bridget; but first consider what II /
! TO have a steady place, with good people
You Irish girls never know when your
J well of.
And ifs not well of any ONE 10 ths
works In this house.
J / shsn't listen TO any more Of your In
/. pudence. wish you 10 keep os wit
your york I'll ! get another gIrl, sal
Mrs. Simpklns,
9 There wss something indescribabl
D CALLING aud depressing in her tone sn
/. uauner, that reused the worst ei feeling
4 the generous, good-na,ured Bridget ",
capable OF, and she dashed the dips
frOm her hand TO the floor before Nj
sinpkins had turned her hack,
Mr.. Simpkins came home tired Au
worn with business, and the first thin
thst fell upon his ear was the dash Of Il
/, ppcr, aud the next complaint fro