Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1879-01-24
"A W0MAN'S WORK." I"

I was at Lake George; my husband
was in Europe.
"Well Kitty" said my husband, re-
turning from business one evening earlier
than usual, 81 must be off to Europe by
the next steamer"
"To Europel" 1 exclaimed. "How
delightful | thought we we're going to
Lake George"
"Yes, darling, you shall go to Lake
George, but must go to Europe" )"
"What !" / almost screamed, "and
without me?"
"Oome, come, little one, don't pout
those pretty lips of yours, and I will tell
you why"
81 don't want to hear anything at all
about it if you are going away without
me-" and l threw myself petulantly upon
the sofa.
Don't be unreasonable, Kitty, but
listen to me-"
So, taking seat by my side he told
me all. The manager of their branch
house in England, it was rumored, was
guilty of some very strange-to say the
least-transactions. My husband, being
the younger partner, was deputed to
make the necessary inquiries, and OF
course such case brooked no delay.
He would take me with him, but he
knew that trip to Europe combined
with the hurry and scurry of business
could afford me no pleasure.
And that is how it came that I was at
Lake George without sny husband, and
the knowledge of this story fell in my
possession.
We were merry party-four in all
Grandmother Hungerford, my sister
Alice, my brother Tom, and last, though
I hope not least, your humble servant,
Kate Cleaveland.
Alice was bright-eyed, ight-hearted
romp of seventeen, and as full of mis-
chief as an egg is full of meat, as the
saying is. Tom-well. Tom was a
broad.shouldered, good natured young
fellow of twenty-five, and cared for moth,
ing particular but game at billiards
and a good cigar. Grandmother-I
know not how to describe her-except
that she was the incest, kindest, best
old lady in existence.
We had been at the lake about fort
night, Tom escortirg us about in his
lazy, indolent manner, returning to his
billiards and cigar Immediately he got
us back to the hotel, when we were in
troduced to Mr.. Arthur Chesney.
Mr.. ChesHey was tall, well-made,
handsome-featured, most delightful
companion, talked exceedingly well, and
one of the most enthusiastic admirers OF
nature ever met.
Time had rolled two more weeks to-
ward eternity, during which period Mr..
Chesney had somehow or other taken
the place of Tom as escort. With him
we had visited Shelving rock, Black
mountain, Rogers slide and Anthony's
nose, the ruins of Ticonderoga; in short,
nearly every point of interest.
"Do you know" said Alice to me,
one evening, after our return from 9
most delightful iaunt to Slbbathday
point, ~ think Mr.. Chesney is falling
in..love with you ?"
"Nonsense |" l calculated. "a mar.
ried womanP"
And yet it must be confessed l ha6
noticed that he paid me more attention
than he did Alice.
"You may say nonsense as long al
you like, but no woman receives the
attentions of gentleman without know
ing it,"
"Upon my word, miss, for a young
lady of seventeen you must have had 8
great deal of experience2"
/" Yes, DEAR" said Alice, demurely, 81
am the same age you were when you
were married."
"If 1 thought such thing as yol
say, would get grandmother to take III
home Immediately"
cit is my turn to say nonsense
now" replied Alice. "Why, what's the
harm He doesn't know you are mar
ried, and it would be capital fun to hav,
a little Irritation with him; besides, i
would punish him for neglecting me-"
Does he not know / am married 2
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