Frostburg mining journal., 1883-05-19


ccms to a pretty pass when my own
niece wants wages for doing my
homework"
As for Nanny, she went quietly in
to the kitchen, where she prepared
the fowl for roasting, made little
brsad-ssu.s for it, conoocted her un-
cls's favorits blueberry pudding, and
then retrsatsd up stairs, where she
packed the little trunk which had
once belonged to her mother, and
whose surface was decorated with
"A. J."-for Antoinetta Junipsr-in
brass nails.
"I can't live 60 !" said Nanny.
my boots are all in patches, and
uncle Juniper thinks two pairs year
are enough for anybody. My dresses
arn't fit to be seen, and uncle Juni.
per is always saying that his mothers
calico dresses lasted year after year.
| can't even put a fve.csnt piece in
the contribution-plste at church,
without uncle jumpers accusing me
Of extravaganza. Ifhe won't pay me
the wages, which l am sure l earn, ]
will go down to the Lake View House
and help Mrs. Dsnesburv make pies
and pud1inUs for her boarders. She
told me, long ago, that she would
give me ten dollars month, during
the busy season, to assist her."
Doctor Juniper relished his roast
chicken and blueberry.p pudding as
only an elderly 0ourmand can relish
the appetizing edibles of this world.
Nanny sat opposite him, looking
rather distrsite and thoughtful. And
when he had sopped up the last of his
pudding sauce with piece of bread, I,
wiped his mouth, and folded up his
napkin, she spoke out:
Uncle, I'm going away tomorrow F"
"Be you ?" said Doctor Juniper.
ITO earn my own living" said
Nanny.
"Humph !" commented Doctor Jun
iper. "Well, suit yourself-suit your
self I"
"Mrs. Danesbury is going to pay
me ten dollars month";" explained
Nanny. But Id rather stay with
you at half the price, if"
"I'll zee you-further t. said Doc
tor Juniper. II won't pay you red
cent T.
Every well, uncle" said Nanny.
And 30 she went away.
"She needn't think shes going to
twist me around her little finger"
said DR.. Juniper. II can get plenty
Of housekeepers for less money than
that. And I won't be imposed upon. "
The doctor got his own breakfast
the next moraing. 1t wasn't so easy
as he supposed it would be. The
fire smoked and sulked, the coffee pot
tipped over, the fish was scorched and
the eggs overlooked.
Hang it all T. said the doctor.
"Things don't taste right anyhow.
There must lie knack in cooking
after ALL"
he left the unwashed dishes on the
table, saddled the roam horse, and eet
off Immediately after he had swallow
ed the last drop of the favorless cof-
fee, in search of "help."
The widow Keeue was all smiles
when he stopped at her little red
cottage.
"So Nanny has gone, has she p
said the widow. "Wal, there's no
depend nee to be put on gals. And
you feel the need of a real helpful COM
panion ? I did say when | buried
Keene, that Dothiu' should induce me
to marry again, but"
The doctor refined up cid Roam SO
suddenly that that meditative steed
jumped off all four legs at once.
"Hold on |" said he. II WASH t
talkin of matrimony. amt q
marryin man. ALI l want is hired
help
DO you mean to insult me ?" said
Widow Keene.
And she slammed the door in his
face, and Doctor Juniper rode on,
much marveling at the narrow escape
he had had.
"I'll try Miss Mahsla Dickerman,"
he concluded. "She ain't widow.
Widows are naturally sly ard tricky"
Mlss Mahala Dickerman was more
reasonable. Yes, she would come.