Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-09-25
HOW WE KEEP HOUSE.
A Story for Girls.

of preparation We were not rich, but !
well TODD, as people said. At fathers |
death there was the life insurance and
2 snug little cottage with its ten acres Of
fruit and garden. Mother, bless her
family OF three girls and two boys.
John and Charles had just begun to
make their own way in distant city.
Row we girls did cry when they left us,
Tor they had always boarded at home
and were good brothers. The first we'd
ding was for me, quite an event, you
see, in the family, and Clare and Helen
said 1 should have good send-off. 1
was the youngest, just past eighteen,
but the first to have q home OF my own.
They had lorded it over me, but still I
was the pet of the family, and we had
happy home. If we did not appreciate
mother, who does until real life comes,
and she perhaps is laid under the
grasses?
We made our own cake, or rather
mother did 1t was always mother, the
maid of all work, who said: 8" 1t took q
powerful lot of cooking to marry man
anl wedeners must eat awful" A ca
tcccr from the boys city attended to the
rest. The 800 that it cost was mothers
present. The house was fragrant with
flowers. Clare was an artist IN decora-
ton, and it looked perfectly lovely. l
had $500 father left me for this very oc-
casion. Dear father; how ne would have
enjoyed this happy day. The trousseau
was all that could be desired, aud Mark
had furnished little cottage IN the in
land city where We were to go to live.
Mother had been too kind to me. [ was
q good scholar, had graduated with hon
ors, quite musician, and was deft
hand at fancy work. But homework,
bless me- was as innocent OF knowl-
edge in that regard as newborn baby.
I had tried to tell Mark of my ignorance,
but he stopped me with kisses, as if love
would make the pot boil.
The wedding breakfast was all pre-
pared; my trunks were packed, with
tears. [ confess. Jane, poor soul, had
bought me dozen linen cloths for WHIP
ing my china. They'll be real handy"
she said. How little I realized that
dishes must be washed in that vine-cov-
cred cottage But thanked her, and
many time since. Mark had come the
night before, and now Helen came in
with her stiff silk and queenly bearing,
and said the guests were arriving and
the hour was nearly at hand. Then
Mark knocked and looked little startled
when he saw me in my white silk and
filmy veil. "Why, Rosa" he said,
lyon are going to fly; I'm afraid I
shall lose you" The voice of John
came up the stairway, and Mark and I
went down amid the perfume and low
whispers. DIR. Dale waited there for us,
with his benignant face and white hair.
I only remembered this of that shadowy
service: Remember, my dear child,
whatever awaits you in the new life, that
duty must be before pleasure. and hero
ism is the fiber of every life. Until
death do you part" An, how much
that means now, for all this was ten
years ago. Then came the coueratula-
tions, the hurried breakfast and we were
steaEaing away toward our home. We
were TO live together. How funny it
seemed. Mrs. Mark Pattison, wife OF
Lawyer Pattison.
We reached home at last, and Marks
sister was there to receive us. She was
twice my age, and regarded Mark as lit.
tie above any one else. We went all
over the little house; out into the gar
den. and dreamed and talked like two
kittens innocent of life. The dusk found
US in the arbor, the moonlight SITTING
through the grapevine fragrant with
blossoms. We were in all enchanted
land life was love. What feared we O
trouble it had not touched us?
The next day Mark went to his office
h0 lyIc 6
Martha see to the ordering of the dinner
just rest" as if I was tired. But re
solved to surprise him. would prepare
the dessert. Had / not seen mother
make such delicate buildings of snow
with delicious crust, the color of UNI
Der? Had I not made myself choco
late blanc mango! To be sure, mother
stood by and told me everything to put
in; but it was nothing to do.
SO went to my piano, my very own
which had been sent from the old home
That brought up the familiar room, anC
/ cried little to think of the new life
before me. Then [ began to play.
was passionately fond of music, and my
homesickness was forgotten. had beer
playing some time when 1 thought o
dinner. There was only an hour. Mar
tina had been out in the kitchen all thu
morning. She, with Chloe, the coloret
cook, we're about the dinner. My pro
position to prepare the dessert seemed
to strike them oddly, but went brave
~ TO work. thought / would make
fruit pudding. We often had them q
home. I knew that Mark enjoyed them
got the -four, the butter and salt, ant
made dough with milk and water, ant
then rolled it into little cakes and spread
the peaches. told Chloe they were t,
be boiled three-quarters of AN hour
They don't look just right, but Though
boiling would remedy every defect. TIL
dinner passed off pleasantly. Mark hat
"a busy day. But when the dessert wa
rung in, Chloe turned up her nose ant
shifted ominously. Good heavens
Where were my peach dumplings
They were heavy as lead. To eat woul,
be to invite dyspepsia. Mark said moth
ing, but he smiled, and finally began t.
roar until the tears ran down his face
At first I felt hurt, but the mirth wa
contagious, and we laughed until I wa
faint. I had forgotten the two spoon
fllis of baking pOW1er and Mark wa