Daily globe., 1883-06-17
NO THIRD IIRS. PERRI.

"She amt the same sort US your first
wife, Henry" said Mrs. Perry, with an
ominous closing OF her upper lip over
the lower one.
Mrs. Perry called herself q devout
Christian. All through the country she
was held in estimation as one of the salt
of the earth, comforting beside sick
bed, efficient IN a neglected household.
and welcome everywhere. And when
Alice May came to the old homestead.
as her sons second wife, she naturally
looked up with reverential affection to
the venerable, white-capped old lady.
Sweetheart! !' the young husband
had said, looking fondly into the eyes of
his bride, as they stood under the bios
soming boughs Of the ounce trees on
the soft May night when first he brought
her home, "do you think you can be
happy here ?"
ooh, Harry, y the young wife had re-
piled, "it is ike little paradise"
But Mrs. Henry Perry soon found out
that Lilac Farm was something more
practical than her ideas Of paradise.
"Don't know how to churn !" said
Mrs. Perry, Senior, in amazement.
"Why, Alice, where were you brought
up? Harry's first wife thought moth
ing Of churning twenty pounds of but
ter of a morning, beside doing all the
hou8ework and getting breakfast for four
hired men"
Alice colored to the very roots of her
luxuriant chestnut brown hair.
81 know nothing about the country,
dear Mrs. Perry" she said, for she was
tooshy touse the tender term ''mother," "
unless by the special invitation which
had not been accorded. 81 was educaed,
you know, at boarding school; after I
graduated I taught school until I met
Henry, and"
81 dare say" said Mrs. Perry, dryly ;
"but if you are going to be farmers
wife it is high time you acquainted
yourself with some of the duties pertain
ing to your position. My sons first wife,
now, was model"
Alice looked eagerly up.
"Please, Mrs. Perry" said she, "tell
me what she used to do. Of course,
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 reflect
lively 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 breakfast biscuits were like
fakes of snow, and we mostly had
waffiea for supper, with honey and fresh
apple sauce She always got up at 4
O'clock of & Monday morning to 90 The
washing. Kenry's shirts have never
been the same since Dorothy was re
moved. And I 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 Sister
of Industry meeting here once fort
night, and the Singers Symposium
every other Friday. She was noble
hearted Christian, Dorothy was And
then she did all the family sewing. She
could not reconcile it to her own con-
science and her husbands income, she
said, to hire such work DONE"
And Alice, who had committed the
enormity Of having dress made by a
dressmaker, colored scarlet and hung
her head.
"Ther at butchering time, proceeded
relentless Mrs. Perry, Senior, "Dorothy
always made the tripe and sausageSmeat
and corned the hams herself; and she
cleaned house four times a year. She
was a 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 so suddenly
poor thing, that she could have beaten
any record in the country"
Alice sighed deeply. How could she
a slender, inexperienced girl of twenty
hope to cope with these marvellous at
tainments
"Hen-. lever told me all this" saii
she.
81 suppose he has thought Of it many