The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1878-11-26


81 don't know about that. You
don't know how she'd act il you mar.
ried her cook. Besides I've no fancy
for a man who can't support himself
and his wife without help from his
mother. / understand you, Dick, and
l admit that l love you"
"My darling" he cried, embracing
her
"There, now stop. You wouldn't
marry a wax-doll of girl, who couldn't
keep house in order, cook, carve, pre-
serve, darn, mend, sew, dust and sweep.
| heard you say so.
That's true" ruefully remarked
Dick.
"Well, will not marry n man who
cannot support me by his own labor -
don't want n clubhouse swell or q
lardy-tardy man OF society for hus-
band; / want a real mana hard listed,
working man, who can knock down a
giant IL he insults me. A good, hon.
est son Of toll, one whom I'll be proud
to point out as my husband, and on
whose shoulder / eau lay my head,
and, confident Of his strong love, know
no fear OF the world"
what do you want me TO do, my
darling?"
Learn a trade; be a man, an indie
pendent man. When you have earned
enough money to bny set of furni-
ture aud can me that you are able TO
support me, I'll say, Dick. my boy,
I'm yours"
"I'll do IT," cried Dick.
Next day. without a word Of opposi-
ton from his mother, which he thought
rather strange, he left home, went to
the city, and made arrangements with
friend Of his, a carpenter and build
er, to learn trade.
Dick was natural mechanic. No
workman was ever needed at home; he
mended everything. There was no
tool he couldn't use, and, therefore, at
the end Of six months there was not
journeyman in the shop who could
compare with him for elegant work
Then he rented little shop and set up
for himself
Strange 10 say. his first order came
from the Widow Flipper TO thoroughly
repair three Of her new houses. or
course little pink-and-white had moth
ing to do with this.
Mrs. Flipper recommended him TO
all her property-owning friends. His
business increased wonderfully. Item:
His work was always we'll done.
At the end Of the year he had a real
ly good business.
Then he went home one Saturday
night, with a handbook and plain
gold ring in his pocket, He went in
the kitchen way; there was no one
there.
On his way up stairs he met his
mother Embraces followed, and hs
asked:
"Where's Kate?"
We have hitherto neglected to men
ton that the cooks name was Kate.
Not IN, answered Mrs. Clemmens;
"but Kitty Flipper is up stairs; come
mp and be presented"
Hang Kitty Flpper!" said be.
There need be no embarrassment.
Dick; she's engaged.
"Oh, she Is ell? Well, come along"
Miss Fhpper, my son, said Mrs.
Clemmens, presenting him.
Dick looked mp.
What he yelled, looking at the
lady. Kate, by Jupiterl what does
this meau?'
'Tm Kitty Flipper and Kate the
cook, too. l tried you, nv dear, aud
You stood the test nobly. You proved
yourself my ideal of man. lake me,
II YOU will, my darling.
And he did take her, while the old
lady discreetly looked out Of the viii.
dow and thought Of her youth.
And You were all in the plot against
me, eh?" he asked.
Yes, exclaimed the ladies', half
frightened now they were found out.
well. I'm glad Of it. Kate; you've
made a man of me. / insisted on my
wife's being a worker, aud it's poor
rule that won't work both WAYS"
Three days after the little village
church-but, pshawl the intelligent
reader can guess the rest.