San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1878-11-23

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house were most primitive, its outsidt
aspect rude and not even picturesque
But it was all that was left Of the
Chetwynd property, and little En- had
come MS pioneer, and smoothed the way
AS far Us possible-for the rest.
They came and settled down to thcil
discomfort and repinings. Stern neces
sity obliged Grace and Garcia to make
some effort for their daily comfort; but
it was very little. Upon En- came the
heat and burden of the day.
This was looked upon rs matter Of
course. Did not En- know how to cook
and wash dishes? Grace had never
cooked n meal or washed dish in hel
life. .. o.apl l...H7a rf
EN- could make bread, trade with the
butcher, and walked three miles to the
post-otfice twice week. Garcia declar,
ed that small things made her sick Ia
So En- made fires, cooked meals, did
the family washing and ironing, nursed
her mother and waited on her sisters.
The girls had each a lover. 1t was a
little strange, though Grace and Garcia
declared En- had drab hair, Elm had
nevertheless, a most devoted lover
John Melvin by name young doctor,
and as yet too poor to marry.
. Ems sister could not reproach her
with this, for young Borden Graces
lover and Lieutenant Egbert-
fance were neither OF them rich enough
to marry penniless wives. To do them
Justice, they did not, however, desert
the girls as soon as they became poor.
1--WE are Just ruined for life said
Grace, when they came to Strawberry
Farm-why thus titled I cannot say, for
there wasn't strawberry on it-"just
ruined! how can I ever be married in
style, now?" a.aoa. loo
"For that matter I don't see how we
can be married at all" responded Gar
cia. Lieutenant Egbert's pay barely
supports himself, and Borden don't
want to bring a wife on his father, 'tisn't
likely" o. sas.ra .ge
"Dont scold! Oh! my head--my
head" moaned poor Mrs. Chetwynd.
All the time En- was silent, though
her troubles were equally important
why not, she was only En-.
"There's not hope of ever getting
out of this" reiterated Garcia, in low
err tone. ..i .a.s-
"My dears," family essayed their
neither, "you forgot your Aunt Bethia. F."
"Oh, she will leave her money to mn
institution for providing nondescript
dogs with silver collars and patent VEN
tilatcd dog Kennels" cried Grace, who
was the witty one Of the family.
II don't know why you should be so
scornful of your aunt, my dear girls.
She is eighty years old. now. and has
always treated you civilly, though not
seeking your society. I, myself, have
no doubt that she will remember you
both Il ll'-remembering Em-"in her
will. Now be comforted with that idea,
and don't fret any more to-day. 1t quite
wears me out ..- .
The summer went by. Ems hands
grew hard, and her young body so weary,
that she often could not sleep ut night
for the aching of her limbs; but she in
fused into the family what little comfort
and content existed in it, and no one
complained of her lot but John Melvin.
The three young men usually came
out on the train every Saturday night,
walked from the station, and spent Sun
day at Strawberry Farm. Melvin saw
En- growing thin and pale. and he very
well understood the reason.
ITS too bad-a burning shame.
They'll kill you among them, En-. Why
can't Grace take care of Your mother,
and Garcia help do the Homework and
sewing?"
Grace can't be broken OF her rest ut
night. Mamma always takes nourish-
ment in the night, and it would be too
hard to get up. Garcia does help little
with the housewo,k. but she don't know
how to cook, and don't like 70 sew. it
makes her side ache"
"Cmph! | don't suppose your side