Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-31

his soul"
'I'm sure I don't know what to say.
The land knows need help bad enough
but it pears to me that such slender
little midget as you couldn't earn her
salt. What did you say your name
Was?"
"Alary Smith. And, indeed, if you will
try me Tor week, I'm sure you will keep
me till the seasons over"
Mrs: Clements looked out of the win
dow at the great clouds that were piling
gloomlly up; and then the wind gave a
great wailing shrek around the corners
Of the house.
"You can't cook, ken you? or shake up
feather beds. good big ones, forty pound
esp
A gleetul little laugh came from Mary S
lips.
"indeed l can. Imay not cook to suit
you, but can learn"
Mrs. Clements walked out to the huge
open Fireplace in the kitchen, where the
deacon was Smelling corn.
"What dye say, deacon; keep her or
not l kind O like her looks, an the dear
knows it 'ud be good lift while wore
KILN, if she couldn't do no more'n set
the table or make mush for the bread"
"Take her, Of course, Hannah. You
are hard dr1v', know. Let her stop a
week or so, anyhow"
So Mrs. Clements came slowly back
and sat down again.
tGVOO can't not o1Uau to-nirbt apvbOuy
there's a snowstorm been brewing these
three days and it's on US now, sure enough.
See them ere flakes fine and thick. You
may as we'll take your things up stairs to
the west garnet and then come down and
help me to get supper"
Then followed directions to the west
garnet, and when she was gone Mrs.
Clements turned to the deacon, and
sand:
II never saw a girl before that I'd
trust upstairs alone. But such as her
don't steal. can tell you that, if moth
ing else"
Directly she came down in a purple
print dress and white apron; her hair
brushed off from her face into a net; a
narrow linen collar, fastened with sail
or's loop Of narrow ribbon. Itseemed as
if she had life, too, so handily she fitted
in and out Of the pantry, and then down
the cellar Then, after the meal, she
gathered the dishes in neat, quiet way,
that was perfect bliss to old Mrs. Glenn
ent's ears
"She's determined to earn her own
bread, anyhow, and I like her turn, too"
And the deacon had ''taken q shine" to
Mary Smith. One by one the days wore
on; the hog killing season was over and
done; long strings Of sausages hung in
fantastic rings arranged by Mary's deft
fingers; sweet hams and shoulders were
piled in true honsewifely manner, and
now Mary and Mrs. Clements were sit
ting in the sunny dining room, darning,
patching, and mending.
II don't know what I am going to do
without you, Mary. l dread to see you
pick up your clothes"
"A blush Of pleasure overspread Mary's
face. II am SO glad you have been suit
ed with my work. indeed have tried "
lit amt the work altogether, though,
goodness knows, you are the smartest
gal I've seen this many a day. AS say,
it amt the work, it's you Mary-me and
the deacon"
Mays voice trembled at the Kindness
Of the old lady's voice, but she sewed
rapidly on.
Its 50 uncommon Lonesome since the
boy lett the farm" she went on, "but it's
worse since he got married. It seems
like deserving us altogether"
'Have you a son? You never mention
ed him."
"No, George has gone his way, and we
must go ours. Yes, he married one of
those crack-headed boarding-s school peo-
pie, who can't tell the difference between
rolling pin and milk-pan."
But despite her scorn, Mrs. Clements
dashed off the tears with her own brown
fist.
lis his wife pretty? i suppose you
love he1 dearly"
Il don't know anything about her, and
never want to know. He's left us for her,
and US old folks will leave him for her,
too Mary, just turn them cakes around !;
seems as if they are burning.'
When Mary had turned the cakes, Mrs.
Clements was leaning on the arm of her
chair.
"Mary, supposin' you stop with us an
other month yet, anyhow. The deacon
will make it all right"
sit isn't the money I care for, Mrs.
Clements, only wish I might stay al
ways. You don't know how much I love
YOU"
''Love us? do you? Bless your heart.
If poor George had only picked you out,
what q comfort it would be to us all !
But it can't be helped now
She sighed YEARLY, then glanced out
Of the window, looked moment and
then threw down her work.
"Bless my soul, if there amt my son
George coming up the lane! Deacon
Deacon! George is comingr'
With all her mother-love rushing to her
heart she hurried out to meet him. Oh,
the welcoming, the reproaches, the carcss-
es, the determination to love him still,
despite poor, innocent little Marion
Then, when the table had been set in
the next room by Mary's def fin
gers, and she had returned to her "west
garrett Mrs. Clements opened her heart.
There's no use talkln', George this
fine, fancy lady O. yoursll never suit me
Give me smart girl like Mary Smith
and I'll ask no more. Come into supper
now. Mary, Nary"
She raised her voice to call the girl,
when low voice near surprised her.
''Oh, you dressed up in honor of my
boy2 Well, must confess I never knew
you had such a handsome dress, and YOU
look like picture with your net off, and
them short, bobbing curls. George this