Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-09-25

thought she was meddlesome, but I
now know her love for Mark and real
desire to help me prompted her to offer
suggestions. She was perfect house.
keeper, and mast have regarded me as a
child. Chloe was treasure. She had
been in Marks family for years. She
was somewhat domineering, as favorite
servants are accustomed to be, but,
while she stayed, our household feasts
and daily appointments were carefully
attended to. But her sister was taken
dangerously i'll, and she was obliged to
CO. Mark refused at first. but [ pre-
vailed on him to allow her to leave us.
SIT will be but short time.' I said,
Sand I will take Chloe's place"
And so I went down into that awful
kitchen the following morning. It
makes me homesick when I think of
those days, and yet what is one worth
until tested? The range wouldn't work,
and then it burned everything up. The
sugar and butter were out. was unac-
customed to it; all my back ached, and
when Mark came home / sat on the floor
in the kitchen in tears. He tried to
cheer me up, but what does
man know of woman's work? I
was utterly discouraged. We dined
on dry toast and poached eggs, which
Mark managed to eat, and then we had
long evening talk and song. The breakfast
passed with reasonable degree of sue
cess, and I resolved that would make
brave fight. We both loved soup; we
had vegetables. Chloe had left pies. [
saw my way through. 1 worked hard
that forenoon. I smile now as [ think
what toll I made of simple matter, but
perchance some young housewife may
be encouraged as they read how I took
lessons in excepting house." That soup
is an epoch in my married life, for it
was my second defeat. / had heard that
a little Glove for seasoning was desira-
BILE, but I mistook my measure, and
when I set it on before the hungry
Mark it was as black as his hat. "Great
Caesar, Rosa, what have you here; are
you going to poison me outright ?" And
when told him, and he endeavored to
turn it off in joke by saying, sit was
suitable only for him of the cloven foot, :"
[ cried outright. I was nervous and
hardly woman, and the heavens and
earth grew blacker than soup. Mark
dined off Chloe's pies, remarking that he
was "pi-zoned after all. The very
mention of soup to this day makes me
feel faint.
Chloe was away for six months. That
sister of hers would not get well, and
would not die, I sometimes thought in
desperation. I was too proud to send
for Martha. Helen and Glare were both
of them visiting. fought it out alone,
but I mentally resolved if ever had a
daughter, she might be ignorant of the
languages and music but 1 would teach
her to work, She should become fam
liar with the conduct of home. Many
dinner was ruined. Mark, like his
namesake of old, became an apostle of
patience. The only wonder is he did
not acquire settled dyspepsia. was
discouraged and wept and then went at
it again. thought never should be
able to prepare well-appointed meal,
but just as [ was on the point of utter
defeat, mother, dear soul, visited me,
and then 1 was safe. When she heard
my story, she gave me hints, but said I
had best keep on. She only moaned
that she had neglected this part of my
education. ;'But, child, never thought
of your marrying so young. Your Sis
tiers are still single; you were but a
school girl, when Mark must take you
away" But, with her counsel and sug-
gestions and her dear smiles, defed
the world. Mother said before she left
I was certainly becoming an accom-
plished cook, and Chloe came back, and
[ was mistress of my OWL home in fact as
well as name.
The next six months of our married
life was plain sailing. The cottage be-
came the dearest spot on earth. [ had
forgotten DR.. Dale's words, ''Remem.
Der, my dear child, whatever awaits you
in the new life, that duty must be before
pleasure, and heroism is the fiber Of
every life." I had conquered the cuisine.
Even Chloe respected my judgment. ]
could superintend the preparation of a
dinner that no one need be ashataed of.
My little rooms grew cozy and inviting
as [ adorned them with my fingers.
began to think that life was SUNNI Ell
day of song. The second year marked
the advent of our baby. Not until one
passes under the spell of motherhood
tdu Tie lllll IedCll6S vi 1lI6 Do IdIuOluou
They told me I came near dying, but
cur boy Mark, Jr., was worth it all
} How we loved him and what beautiful
} mystery he was. We both declared ht
was too smart to live How that SECOND
year was glorifed by the care and anx-
iety attending our first born. We die
not grudge the broken rest But h,
safely passed the collie, Group and al
the other ills until the sharp little ivorie
shone in the blushing gums.
I had been SO engrossed with my
, baby that had not noticed that Mari
was growing thinner every week, unit
. one night he came home sick and dit
not leave his bed for four months. Tina
l terrible fever ate into his life until b
{ was only the shadow of my husband
For two weeks [ stood with him in tn
very shadow of death, battling with tn
t angel of destruction, as only a womal
/; can battle for her dearest. I learned t.
: live almost without rest, and grey
> almost as pale as the tossing patient o.
r the couch. Only strong constitution
' saved me from death. Many and man
: a night spent ON my knees, crying on
: unto Him who holds the key of life, t
spare my husband. AS the spring cam