The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-06-24
APPRECIATION.

u5G sWudt lave eApeCLeO lOr ABOUT
seven years" said Pauline Worthington,
looking up from an open letter in her
hand with a frowning brow.
IT'S not your letter from Herbert, Lina?''
questioned Mrs. Worthington, a silver
haired old lady with gentle expression.
"Yes, mother. Essie is very i'll with
low nervous fever, and they want me to
come and stay until she is better. The
carriage will be sent at three o'clock.
Mother" and Miss Paullne's eyes snapp.
ed. 81 think it is about time that Bert's
tyranny over that little martyr was end
ed. He's killing her,
"Lina he is your brother.''
II can see his faults if he is.''s
II never heart Essie complain"
ssShe never would. But look at. her.
Nine years ago, when she was married,
she was a lively sunbeam, SO bright and
pretty. Now, pale, quiet and reserved,
her voice is seldom heard, her smile sell
dom seen. A wintry shadow OF her for
mer brightness! Now she is broken
down. You have never seen her at home,
but surely when she is here you see the
change
Yes, dear, she has changed; but fam
| lily cares and
.Has Louie changed so? She has been
twelve years married. =
Mrs. Worthington was silent. Louie
las her oldest child, and presided over
1.-The home ii which her mother had been
| 4 crippled prisoner for fifteen years. She
took all the household care, and had five
children, and yet Louie had gained in
beauty, and certainly in cheerful happi-
ness, since her marriage, even if the gay
tety Of girlhood was gone.
| Henry appreciated Loule,n said Lima.
|s.There lies the difference between her
happiness and ESTES detection. Ifthere
is any domestic trouble, Henry and Louie
share il, while Herbert shifts it all upon
Essie. He is aShabltual fault fnder.''
/ ssOnce in tenstimes he may. I never
saw faultless house or housekeeper; bur
. Essie and her house are the nearest ap.
! preach to perfection ever did see.''
you never spoke so before, Lina!''
/ because Louie and thought 1t best
not to worry you with a trouble beyond
your help. But firmly believing, as do
now, that Herbert is actually worrying
4 his wife into the grave, intend to gave
him o lesson, that is if you can spare me
me to co.
] ssYou must go, dear. I shall get along
! nicely
/ So when Herbert Warrington sent his
carriage, Lima was quite ready for he1
/ fourteen mile drive to her brothers
house. It was house wherein an evil
spirit Of repining or fault-fnding should
not have found an abode. Spacious
handsomely furnished, with we'll trained
J servants, and all the comforts wealth
| could furnish, it seemed perfect para.
disc to visitors. But very demon lurked
there to poison all, and this demon Lima
had come to exercise.
J For the first fortnight Essie took ali
1 her time, and care, the gentle spirit how.
ering very near the portal Of the eternal
home. There was a babe, too, six months
old, and its wants filed all the spare mo.
ments. Herbert snarled and fretted ov.
er domestic hortcomlngs, but Lima per.
EN- torily forbade all mention of these
] in the sick room, having the doctors au.
thority for saying that the patients very
J life depended upon quiet.
But when convalescene commenced
Lima sent Essie and the baby to visit
!. old Mrs. Worthington, and took contro
of Herbert, the older children and the
household, fully determined to show hel
. brother how far he had carried his alb
sutd habit OF fault finding.
The first dinner saw the beginning O
the lesson Lima meant to teach, by prac
Itically illustrating some OF Herbert's ab
surdities. Herbert entered the dining
room, his handsome face dis6gured by {
y fIown.
sssoup,' said Herbert, lifting the tn
reen cover; aperfect dish-water!'
ssSusan," said Lima, sharply, before
Herbert could lift the ladle, sstake tina
tureen to the kitchen and tell Jane tina
{ the soup is not fit to eat
. Susan promptly obeyed. Herbert the1
!. looked ruefully at the vanishing dish
He was especially fond Of soup and TIT
savory tunes of the delicious dish were
tantalizing. Essie would have had some
gentle excuse never whipped off his din
ner in that way. All dinner-time Lima
kept up ding dong at Susan about tha'
abominable soup, till Herbert wished he
had said nothiag about it. But his i'm.
apination had detested a burnt flavor Il