Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1878-02-02


that Mr.. FOntain's daughters SHOULD
stoop so low in life as 10 deal out thei
hospitality tor money. But NIFTY said
and NIFTY had q great deal of common
sense-that we must live, and all the gen
teel company that came to visit IL
wouldn't put so much as penny i'm on
pockets toward coal and taxes.
Mrs. Hall, who lived next door to us
said she knew we wouldn't make il pay
No one but an experienced hOlsekeepel
could make it pay. ftff
Miss Cynthia Caldwell thought that i
would be much nicer and more select Il
do fine sewing or get place as govern
ness, or something Of that sort, which
wouldn't have been quite so public.
Old Fernleaf said his daughter
shouldn't visit us, and DIR. Millet looked
the other way when he brought his fash
ionable new bri1e to town and met NIFTY
face to face i'm the street. e
"Dear me-" said NIFTY, laughing
"what a queer world this is"
But was angry enough to cry.
mo matter, Mitty,n said L; swell
teach them that we can be quite indie
pendent without them"
Well. as time went on, we had several
boarders. Old Mr.. Pettigrew and his
niece Clarissa, the two MIR. Henleys, and
the minister's niece, who gave lessons in
wax flowers and water-color paintings
Our rooms We're full, all except the little
one over the wing.
s'Kate," said NIFTY, triumphantly, "we
are making money. Iput eleven pounds
in the savings bank to-day, over and
above all expenses tor the past month. y
Il dare say Mrs. Hall saves more than
that" said L.
Il think very likely" said NIFTY.
''Only, You see, Mrs Hall does everything
On a grander scale than we can pretend
TO keep up with. We do our own mar.
keting, wash and iron our own table
linen, and sift the ashes on the sly, while
Miss Henrietta Hall is practicing the
.Maiden's PRAYER OH the piano."
But them" observed /, 1--WE are not
such fine ladies as Mrs. and Miss Henri
eta Hall. We are only two poor little
old maids, who are obliged to earn our
own living"
kate, you are not an old maid," in
dignantly cried out NIFTY.
"And yO7 are as fresh as rosebud be-
side Henrietta HAIL. said 1, patting her
cheek. do you know. dear. think
So things went on, until one summer
evening we were out on our steps, when
there was quite a cOmmotion i'm the
carpeIed hall OF our neighbor, Mrs. Hall.
.Of course he must co. Mrs. Halls
voice shrilly announced. 1T was great
imposition OH me that he should ever
come here. supposed that he was an
author, or lawyer, or some such gen.
Il hoe
nothing but painter. A common
painter"
"An artist, ma'am." suggested Mr..
Birdseye.
.And where's the difference, 1 should
like to knOw?" sputtered Mrs. Hall.
Except that one has at least daily
wages to depend upon. and the other
hasn't. And now here he Is down with
scarlet fever or smallpox, or some such
hide0us ailment, and"
s'Only a malignant form of intermit.
tent fever, ma'am," again put in Mr..
Birdseye.
mo matter what name they call it bly,"
said the lady, waxing hotter and hotter
in the ardOr OF discussion. 81 don't keep
q hospital here, and if did, wouldn't
harbor any such low trash. So the sooner
us
"But where is he TO gO?" asked young
Deiderman. "He has no friends that
anybody knows of, and"
"All the more reason that should get
him off my hands as quickly as possible"
said Mrs. Hall. "The idea OF my becom-
ing responsible for his funeral expenses,
Or
sHush. Waller will hear you," inter-
rupted Mr.. Birdseye. His window is
open."
II don't care il he does hear me-"
snapped Mrs. Hail. HE ought to have
been ashamed of himself. coming here
under such circumstances as this. But
he goes, sick or well, Before sunset this
very night. There are pnblic hospitals
enough, suppose
"Plenty of 'em." said Mr.. Birdseye,
dryly, ''and while he is waiting tor all
the forms to be gone through with, in
order to gain admission, he will most
likely die in the street."
swell, let him die" said Mrs. Hall.
'sThat's no bushes OF mine, that know
of
NIFTY looked at me. looked at NIFTY.
Our eyes sparkled mute telegraphic mes
sages to each other-and / spoke out OF
the choking indignant fulness OF my
heart.
MRS. HAIL. cried /, ssMr. Waller may
come here, whoever he Is. A sick man,
friendless and alone, should be able to
claim brotherhood with all the world.
NIFTY and will take care of him until
he is able to take care of himself"
Mrs. Hall took US at our word with
extreme premptitude, and before night
fall poor Bernard Waller was snugly in
stalled in the little vacant room over the
wing-a pale, ghostly-looking creature,
bab6ling idly OF people and places on the
continent that we never had heard of.
DIR. Millet shook his head very gravely.
HE is very sick man." was the YER
dict.
''Kate," whispered NIFTY, when the
doctor was gone and the sick man was
all still and settled for the night, sup
pose-suppose he should die.n ~
"In that case, NIFTY, don't think we
should ever repent that we had done our
duty"
II am sure we should not,n said NIFTY.
softly.
But Bernard Waller did not die. He
got well-and Of course, according to all
the rules of true love, he lost his heart
to Mitty's blue eyes and pretty face.
you'll never allow your sister to mar
~ painter = said Mrs. Hall, spitefully.
Il am sure I've no objections to her
becoming an artists wife as long as they
love each other" said laughing.
wen, really, said Mrs. Hall, ssif it was
my Henrietta s
but 1t isn't your Henrietta.n inter-
ruPted, a little sharply; sic is our NIFTY,
ana sne mas chosen for herself, and /, for
enc, am entirely satisfied"