Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-04-02

| Lhauane Mere luSu TED nfIn Ia the usual way,
! ahd pointed him TO the bleaching bones Of his
| predecessors so to speak. The many fail, the
one succeeds cried the True Prince, and won
Her father rejoiced; her mother submitted.
| as DULLES do, to better fighter. AS q wedding
| gift, they bestowed Oh the young people pal
ace to live In, but no revenue to maintain 1t.
! My patient Grille had long had munificent
| allow ance-her fathers vague atonement to
her for the dreariness OF her home ana the ma
ternal tyranny. Der tastes were expensive:
| she was called the best dressed woman In
town: money was thing OF course. But ~
anne Mere ruled that the fortune hunter should
ne baked OF his prey. Young people. she said,
| must make their own way: would not ask help
ceased.
| Three children presented themselves to be
fed and clio! he'd 10 as rapid succession as is per-
mitted oy the laws Of nature, which, in the case
| or gentetl poverty, seem somehow 10 be relaxed
| Their mother worked beyond her strength, had
| cheap servants. cheap eyerythtngs, and incurred
| debts 10 te discharged by the towager, With
| words bftterer than blows
Then the True Prince rose to the occ ision
Saylu 60 10, now, we VIII let this palace
Wl1ch GeV0urS Us, and flee TO the hOSprablo
| fields. There the children may run Wild, tn
| card receiver be melted up, and you, pale little
wife, break your cruel chains So it was as her
| lord spake. But his brains meant hou sch DID
| bread. and she knew they must not rust. Sa7
| struggled with cook books and With nlenia.
stupidity. Painfully she learned to evolve fro n
| chaos such breakfasts and dinners tina. he need
never fear TO ask guest. But, Oh, how s1e
nece ssities to him. for besides leading artc!es
he wrote, under dozen aliases, for anything
which would buy his wares. So whatever the
household lacked those were secured
THE eldest child Is an avatar Of its grand
Nolier, eXcltaoie, queer, unmanagea0le. with
HenQlSh temper, and genius for torment
ing: Or Eliot says that its mothers ntiaite
patience; wisdom and love Will doubtless save
II from the insanity which, he has always said.
explains the old woman's queerness. But what
carer
"Aunty,' cried Miss Lowell, laying down her
embroidery. Il give IN. confess judgment.
In an uncharitaDe hast But must virtue
&c sioTeniy, sell, GENIAL Walk la s2lay boo!tng,
ard nobility wear the sign OF the brass safety
pin? A less elevated character-like myself,
for eXanple-woUld sell It's Dutch clock and
buy TIE necesSaries OF existence, reckoning
among Them decent raiment and q busting
clotn.'
.Ah, my dear, II to do were as easy as to know
what were good TO he done! AT Christmas my
patient Grlzlle limited TO her mother {who has
bales and chests and closets fully dire scare
ity OF household linen. The note OF reply said
that 10 mere utility could express the beauti-
ful spirit OF the season. that the writer had
no1iced With pain culpabla Indifference on
her daughters part to household grace and
that she hoped the accompanying clock, for
when she had paid seven hundred dollars
would Inspire her TO make her home more at
tIdctlfe have 10 doubt, Laura dear that
you and the doWager would agree perfectly
woman"
'Oh, you can't mean--you don't mean-that
am to recognize my own face. my face OF The
lulure, I'D that mean mirror.
NO, indeed. You are good child, Ike your
mother, Laura, and l love you almost Is much
as die her. Bat your life has been so stno5tn
tnat you don't make allowances. And what ia
that the good Duke says about the infamous
foul sin or Gliding sin! Now l must goo
IT TO morIoI, 9unty, I'll laVIte those young
drive. even In that awful goWn, But t. IS
borne In upon me that shall never like her"
Then ciVility Will be the greater triumph Of
grace over nature, dear, ana merltOrlou. pen
aRce for Lent, In Jour eyes"
"les; and when you come again. and fnd all
my br1c-a erac laid low by the 1rrupJion Of tie
ance."
But the brio i brac was saved That even
Ing. as on most evenings, Mr.. Langdell sat
WIRING In mis- study. Across the table Mrs.
Lang1eil slowly leyelled mountain Of mend
ing. The room boOk-iined and bright, with It's
lVled ay-HlndoW and glowing fire. showed
only the orderly disorder OF Students occu-
patton. Presently. the swift scratching OF the
quill ceased, and the writer stretched his long
What is t, Ralph" asked the busy needle
WOMAN, anXiOusly.
1t, -! ind my dear" he replied, that can't do
Justice TO the Dany Forums adherence OF the
RESIDENTS views On the law OF gravitatton
with those gaping mounds opposite me. The
sight Is too horrible. Couldn't you abrogate
lhe thing altogether? 1t strikes me there's an
lDtoieIaple eeai OF patch already to one half
peDnyWorth or breeches."
Mrs. Langdel laughed.
" Wen, you See Ralph, just az this inclem ent
season, and with M.ss Lovelrs prejudices 10 be
considered, could hardly give hreekless Il ar
old the range or tue yard. This Is the last pair
OF ploy trousers the Lad possesses, and the deal
doesn't come round 10 him just yet"
Rose, there's q permanent wrinkle tu,t oyer
your pretty nose. which this everlasting thread
has drawn there. You work from dawn to dark
ana When you ought to tuck UP your feet aud
Tead novel, out comes this monstrous neni.
Ing basket. LOOK here. III dispense with a
spring oVercoat this year. DO you take tie
money and buy clothes {cost iron, II it co mes
woven for these young Nihiists ali round And
wen oiier up tll5 hamper and It's contents for a
burnt Offering OF thanksgiving"
"hold, rash youth! You've worn your light
can't button IL, you've grown SO. the mendng
Is nothing-would be nothing to any other
woman. But marama would never permit the
Princess Royal to sew. And I'm 80 stupid about
IL that seem to get nothing done. on, Ralph,
am such wrttched wife Tor poor man, ana
you! you are so patient, and SO generously blind,
Her husbands arms were around her, and
the poor tired head rested on his broad breast.
my Rose. my Rose he said, .'you take
that you need anything l cannot give You.
Your sWeetness, courage, patience, your con.
slant cheer-~hat other man, undeservlng. had
don't see how hard your limitations are, and
don't thank and bless you daily that you never
ret? DO you think don't know how you spare
me every way? II sometimes rage against
circumstance, It Is only because 1t bears down
so on you. But nothing is really hard for me
while nave You, my Wife. THERE'S ft over"
''Oh, Ralph, it seems to me that the struggle
with dirt Is constant triumph OF matter Over
mind. fight 1t, and fight 1t, yet that ex
quisite Miss L9vell thinks me an utter sloyen
"The dirt be id! Well never mind then
And Miss Lowell too. SO she has been Scandal
mongering, has she? Pharisaic prig! not worth
your little dnger, Rosie, high art aGectatlons,
Iltuallst1c nonsense, and all. And don't you
remember how we TOOK EmerSons standard for
cur nome? The shelter always open to the
good and the true; hall which shines with
sfnceIity: proWS ever tranquil, and a deneanor
Impossible to dlsconceIt; whose inmates know
what ihey want; tcho DO not ask y0tly house
hoto me!rs Ss1H be Kept We are not Miss
Lovers buslnesa Let her see that we have
aims, ne Can hot pause for trlies,' and steer
clear OF her altogether"
Rose laughed. THY slave opeys.r she said.
for she will hone OF me. She looks the oJheT
way when meet her, and as for having me in
her house-- Hark Who is calling us?"
Mr.. Langden threw up the window. There
stood Miss Lovelrs olga. wring1ng her hands,
and wildly weeping. "O1, If you please dear
lady" she sobbed, 81 my mistress lies white and
cold on the IioOr, and know not II she be dead.
On. come come ~
Ralph; bring DR.. Eliot quick quick :, cried
Rose. as she few.
How she and olga CARED Miss Lowell up
stairs, In her awful quietneS5, MIRA LaDpdeiI
could not have told. But when the sick girl
lifted her heavy lids, to see her neighoor sitting
py her In the very gown OF her detestation she
tnOugnt ner Wis were wandering.