The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1877-08-23
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Worthingtosf looking from an open let
ter in her hand with frowning brow.
us Eot your letter from Herbert,
Linn r. Iuestioned Mrs. Worthinrton. a
tiny, s;!1oF-hairesa old lady with gentle
expression.
Eyes, mother Essie Is very i'll with
low, nervous fever, and they want me to
come Hnd stay until she is better. The
carriage will be sent at three O'Clock,
mother" and Miss Pauline's eyes snapp-
ed. II think it Is about time Bert's
tyranny over that little martyr was end
cd. He's killing her."
Lima! He is your brother"
81 can see his faults if he. .is."
II never heard Essie complain"
"She never would. But look at her.
Nino years ago, when she was married,
she was lively sunbeam, so bright aud
pretty. Now, pale, quiet and reserved,
her voice is seldom heard, her smile sell.
dom seen. A wintry shadow Of her for
:acr summer brightness Now she has
broker. down. You have seen her at
home, but surely when she is here you
sec the change"
;, Yes, dear, she has changed; but fam
elias Louie changed so? She has
beer twelve years married"
Mrs. Worthington was silent. Louie
was her oldest child, and presided over
the home in which her mother had been
a crippled prisoner for fifteen years. She
took all the household care, and had five
children, and yet Louie had gained in
beauty, and certainly in cheerful happi-
hess, since her marriage, even if the
sport OF girlhood was gone.
Henry appreciates Louie" said Lima
there lies the difference between her
happiness and Essic's detection. II
there ia any domestic trouble Henry aud
Louie share it., while Herbert shifts it all
ON Essie. He is an habitual fnult
finder"
Perhaps, dear, Essie is not rs good g
housckeeper as Louie. Herbert may
have cause to find fault
"Once in ten times he may. | never
SAW faultless house or houHekceper
but Essie and her house are the nearest
approach to perfection ever did see"
You never spoke 80 before, Lima"
Because Louie and thought it best
not to worry You with trouble beyond
your help. But firmly believing, as I do
now, that Herbert is actually worrying
his wife into the grave, intend to give
him lesson; shat is, il you can spnre
me 70 go?"
"Yon must go, dear. can get along
nicely" .
So when Herbert Worthington sent
his carriage, Linn was quite ready FOR the
fourteen miles drive to her brothers
house. II was Is house wherein no evil
spirit Of repining and fault-fnding should
have found an abode. Spnciuus, hand
somoly furnished, with well trained ser.
wants, and all the comforts wealth could
furnish, 1t seemed n perfect pnrndise to
visitors. But q very demon lurked thoro
to poison all, and this demon Lima had
come to exercise.
For the first fortnight Essie took all
her time and care, the gentle spirit hov.
cring very near the portal of the eternal
home. There was u babe, too, ak
months old, and its wants filed all the
spare moments. Herbert snarled and
iretted over domestic shortcomings, but
Linn pcremptorily forbade all mention
of these iii the sick rcc:m, having the
doctors authority for snying TINT the
PATIENTS very life depended upon quiet.
But when convalescence commenced,
Lima sent Essie and the baby to visit old
Mrs. Worthington, and took control of
household, fully determined to show her
brother how far ne carried his absurd
habit of fault finding.
The FIST dinner saw the beginning of
the lesson Lima meant to teach, by prac-
tically illustrating some of Herbert's alb
smfdities. Herbert entered tho dining
rOohi. his handsome face disfiguFed by d
frown.
"Soup," said Herbert, lifting the TIL
rcen cover; ''perfeet dish water.h
"Susan," said Lima sharply, before
Herbert could lift the ladlc, '"take that
tureen to the kitchen and tell Jane the
soup is not fit to eat."
Susan promptly obeyed. Herbert
looked rather ruefnlly ut the vanishing
dish. He was especially fond of soup,
and the savory fumes of the delicious
dish were tantalizing. Essie W. aid have
had some gentle excuse for it-she never
whipped off in thnt way. All dinner.
time Lima kept mp ding-dong at Susan
about that abominable soup, till Herbert
heartily wished he had said nothing
about It. But his imagination had do.
tected burnt flavor in the pudding, and
before he could demonstrate, that dish
had followed the soup. a
"Tll get this house in some sort OF
order before l leave it," said Lima en-
phatically. ,''l ''a
"Before you leave It," said Herbert,
sharply. "Do you suppose you are bet.
ter housc-keeper than Essie? Why, l
have not friend who does not envy me
the exquisite order Of my house and my
dainty table,"
Herbert, you surprise me. Only yes
.terday / heard you say you did wish