The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1882-07-27

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Mrs. Perry called herself a devou
Christian. All through the countr,
she was held in estimation as on
of the salt of the earth, comfortin;
beside a sickbed, efficient in
neglected household, and welcom
everywhere. And when Alice Ma,
came to the old homestead, as he
sons second wife, she naturally
looked up with reverential affection
to the venerable, white-capped ole
lady. -a--ss--a-
"Sweetheartr' the young husband
had said, looking fondly into the
eyes of his bride, as they stood under
the blossoming boughs of the ounce
trees on the soft May night wher
first he brought hershome, k'do you
think you can be happy here?'
''Oh, Harry the young wife re
piled, cit is Ikea little paradise.
But Mrs. Henry Perry soon found
out that Dilac Farm was something
more practical than her ideas Of
paradise.
'Don't know how to churnr' said
Mrs. Perry, senior, in amazement
"Why, Alice, where were you
brought up? Harry's first wife
thought nosi4ing of churning twenty
pounds of butter of a morning, be
sides doing all the housework and
getting breakfast for four hired
men,"
Alice colored to the very roots OF
her luxuriant chestnut brown hair.
II know nothing about the
country, dear Mrs. Perry" she said,
for she was too shy to use the tender
term "mother," unless by the special
invitation which had not been ac-
corded. "Iwas educated, you know,
at boarding-school; after gtadu-
ated l taught school until / met
Henry, and"
81 dare say" said Mrs. Perry,
dryly; "but if you are going to be a
farmers wife it is high time you
acquainted yourself with some of
the duties pertaining to your posi-
tion. My sons first wife, now, was
a model, ",s.,.sr.s .y.t.szS
Alice looked eagerly up.
''Please, Mrs. Perry" said she,
tell me what she used to do. OF
course, I have had no experience,
but"
/ 'Well," said Mrs. Perry, looking
up to the top fringe of the curtains
and touching the tips of her fingers
refectively together ''she had a
faculty, Dorothy had. She was a
famous cook. She baked fresh pies
every day, for no one can be expected
to like stale pies Her hot break
fast biscuits were like flakes of snow,
and we mostly had waffles for supper,
with honey and fresh apple sauce.
She always got up at 4 o'clock of a
Monday morning to do the washing.
Henry's shirts have never been the
same since Dorothy was removed.
And wish you could have seen her
ironings. The sewing circle met
here once a month, and the teas
Dorothy got up were the talk of the
neighborhood. And there was a
Sister of Industry meeting here once
fortnight, and the Singers Sym
postum every other Friday. She
was noble-hearted Christian,
Dorothy wasl And then she did
all the family sewing. She could
not reconcile itrto her own con
science and her husbands income,
she said, 'to hire such work done, p"
And Alice, who had committed
the enormIty of having dress made
by dressmaker, colored scarlet and
hung her head.
"Then at butchering time" pro-
ceeded relentless Mrs. Perry, senior,
dorothy always made the tripe and
sausage meat and corned the hams
herself; and she cleaned house -four
times a year. She was master
hand at quilting, and she always
| made her own bonnets. A woman
can save so much for her husband
in that way. As for the butter and
cheese, / think, if she hadn't died sc
suddenly, poor thing, that she could
have beaten any record in the
countryp' -"'
Alice sighed deeply. How could
she, a slender, inexperienced girl o
twenty, hope to cope with thesI
marvellous attainments?
"Henry never told me all this,
said she.
81 suppose he has thought of i
many time," said Mrs. Perry, ST
"But perhaps he didn't like to allud,
to it while you was playing on YOU
melodeon and reading your books
Dorothy never got any time to read =
But if you'll teach me-" PLEADED
Alice, 81 will do my best to learn
She locked the melodeon, pu
away the books and portfolio anC
her basket of fancy needle-work, anC
set herself resolutely to work to fiji
tho place of the departed Dorothy
"Why, what a little housewife
/ YOU are" said Henry laughing, whel
She showed him the tray of COLDER
butter that she had ehurned, anC
I succeeded in burning her fingers a
the ironing fire and reducing he
pretty complexion to scarlet in cook
| ing buckwheat cakes for breakfast
Il want to be one," said Alice
wistfully.
She cut up squares of bright
colored CALICO into patchwork, sh
studied the lcoe!lerY hook until he
head achel sire pght a heavy coli
working1over Butter in the dam
dairy house, and sprained her wris
wasltin goclothes, which, after al
look1au dim and dirty. rShe ros
early and went to bed latei sh
counted eggs, mixed up whitewssh
made herself sick chonping up-saus