The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1877-09-22
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The Young WIfe's Confusion.

you. Come when may | find the house
a, neat u, r bandbox, and my little vile
mfresh as q rose. like that, Nell. I've
always thought that II anything could
put me out Of temper with the woman I
loved it would be to come home and find
the house topsy, turvy, and my wife in a
,Oiled wrapper and with rough head.
Little woman you're treasure, and I'm
proud Of your
And Edward Hastings kissed hi, pretty
bride until her cheeks glowed like the
red June roses out in the sunshine.
She was very happy, very much pleas.
ed and battered at her husbands praise.
They had been married Just six months,
and Nell was a patternfor all housewives.
She arose with the birds that made
their nest in the great apple tree, and did
her homework in the early morning
hours.
Come when he might her husband al.
ways found his little home in order, the
cupboard stored with something good 10
eat, and his wife dressed in fresh wrap.
par, with a flower in her hair and smile
ot Welcome on her fair face.
Iii there's one thing more likely to
provoke fellow than another be went
on, lingering a moment on the sunny por.
tico, his arm around her waist, "tfs to
bring friend home to dinner or luncheon
and find everything out OF sorts. Now
there's Grayesly; his wiie'S fne woman
when you see her out-a snowy woman,
always we'll dressed. Well, GEavesly in.
Vited me to lunch that day we went out
together Iwent, but | was sorry enough
Tor it. Such house as we found-all
heel. over head, and | caught the mis-.
tres disappearing up stairs in curl, papers
and slippers. She was indisposed and
could not see US, the girl said. We
lunChel on broad and cheese, and Graves.
ly, poor fellow, though he said nothing,
looked exceedingly annoyed. should
have been angry. | think wife should
make it her duty to keep her house and
herself in presentable order, so that her
husband, come when he may, may fine her
ready 10 meet him. --. ....
$50 DO l." said Nell, smiling up into his
iace. "You need never be afraid to in
wife friend home with you, Ned. No
matter il | don't know, ! shall be ready
to receive you" ''a1 W. "
Ned gave her ringing kiss.
"Very we'll, little woman, shall try
YOU one Of these days-and now must
rim. GDod.hyeo aErl s..
She watched him out Of sight with
happy eyes, and then went back to her
pretty sitting.room and her workable.
A month later the summer wH' on
the wane and the fruits were we'll ripen'
ed.
Jane" said Mrs, Hastings one bright
morning, returning from the garden gate
where she had parted with her husband,
~ haze Just looked at the currAnts, and
they are quite ripe. We must make our
Jelly at once. Now Mr.. Hastings won't
be home till late, to-day. wantto spend
the day with mother tomorrow, and
should very much like 10 get the Job Of
my hands To-day. What do you say ?"
u can aoOn pick the curraRt',
ma'am?' ...-.
"All right; suppose We begin, We
won't clean up now. Let the house stand
though 1t Is dreadfully out OF order. Per
hap. We may find time to straighten up
when We get the fruit cooking Hurry.
now, and pick a. fast IA you can, and III
step over to Browns and order some
sugar and jIrs."
Jane obeyed, leaving the breakfast
room unswept, and the front steps I'M
washed.
Etwu high noon before the llrs, kettle
Of jntce was got in cooking order.
Making currant j.lly was rather more
Of an undertaking than Mrs. Hastings
supposed.
She had seen /! made at home under
her mothers supervision, and making il
her.CIfshe fancied would be quite az easy
Dear me, how the time flies! D. bur
~, Jane! What n lot there Is yet t
strain! But we must get done. l dare
say it won't take the juice long 10 thicker
Mamma used 10 make it up in no time
What are we to do about dinner, won
der? We can't cook the ham-there's nc
room on the stove. We must have I
makeup dinner when we have finished
Mr.. Hastings will excuse us, I'm sure"
And, arrayed IN her Holland apron
With her pretty braidS all pushed back
and her sleeves tucked above her elbows
Nell worked away with all her might
picking, boiling, StraIuing until hel
cheeks were flushed and her head ached
why, Jane, this juice won't jelly, ant
has boiled so long. What can be tht
Ratler|
There's something you put in to max,
Isielly, | think, nam"
"Oa, dear, no. Mother never did, In
sure. I'll add more sugar and let it boi
another hour. Dear me! thought "
should have had our last kettle on by ihi
time. We shall be so late, and Pm tire,
10 death now. l wish | had done "a moth
er said. She advised me to send the cut
rants over there and let Hannah max
the jelly, but was cure l could do it my
self"
The Neaming kettle boiled auothe
hour.
The summer sun hung above the gree
summit Of the poplars.
Surely, It will be jelly, now, Jane,
said the weary housewife, pouring som
Of the hot, red llqid into cold water.
But juice it remained for all tbs cool
ing and stewing it had undergone.
"0h, what shall do? Surely, the stu
must be bewltched. I've great mind /
pour 1t allaHay," cried poor Nell, read
10 cry with yexation.
a tell you, mR'am, you put somethir
in TO mAkeit Jelly" persisted Jane.
"Oh, Jane, hush | You know nothir
Abouttt. Itell you you don't put anylhir
in. What must l dor Cook it more
Its burning to the kettle now, and i,
wasted ever 90 much sugar Jane RI
over to mothers and ask Hannah to Ell
over, will you? She'll know in mimi
what to do. Do pray be- quick it
dreadiully late"
Jane departed.
III cooking will DO, M make jelly Of
before Hannah gets here, she said.l
But Instead OF boiling TO jelly, the Gu
rent juice boiled over in great foamy, n
waves.
The ere Kissed, and dense smoke, al
aplngent scent Of burning sweets fill
the Kitchen, ta