Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-04-05

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rite blueberry pudding, and then re-
treated up stairs, where she packed
the little trunk, which had once be-
longed to her mother, and whose sur
face was decorated with "A. J."-for
Antoinetta Juniper-in brass nails.
Il can't live soY' said Nanny. "My
boots are all patches, and Uncle Juni-
per thinks two pairs year are enough
for anybody. My dresses aren't fit to
be seen, and Uncle Juniper is always
saying that his mothers calico dresses
lasted year after year. l can't even
put five-cent-piece in the contribu-
tion-plate at church, without Uncle
jumpers accusing of extravaganza.
If he won't pay me the wages which |
am sure l earn, will go down to the
Lake View House and help Mrs
Danesbury make pies and puddings
for her boarders. She told me, long
| ago, that she would give me ten dol
lars a month. during the busy season.
to assist her"
Doctor Juniper relished his roast
chicken and blueberry-pudding as only
an elderly gourmand can relish the ap-
petizing edibles of this world.
Nanny sat opposite him, looking
rather distraite and thoughtful. And
when he had sopped up the last of his
puCding-sauce with piece Of bread,
wiped his mouth, and folded up his
naukin, she spoke out:
Oncle, I'm going away tomorrow >"
abe you?" said Doctor Juniper.
ITO earn my own living" said Nan
ny.
"Humph" commented Doctor Juni-
per. "Well, suit yourself-suit your
selfp'
"Mrs. Danesbury is going to pay me
ten dollars month, explained Nanny.
"But I'd rather stay with you at half
the price, if"
"I'll see you-further~ said Doctor
Juniper. "I won't pay you a red
cent?
Every well, uncle" said Nanny.
And so she went away.
"She needn't think she's going to
wind me around her little finger" said
Doctor Juniper. IL can get plenty of
housekeepers for less money that that.
And l won't be imposed upon!'
The doctor got his own breakfast
the next morning. 1t wasn't so easy
as he had 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" said the doctor.
Things don't taste right anyhow.
There must be a knack in cooking,
after all"
He left the unwashed dishes on the
table, saddled the roam horse, and set
off Immediately after he had swallowed
the last drop of the favorless coffee,
in search Of "help."
The Widow Keene was all smiles
when he stopped at her little red cot
tage.
$50 Nanny has gone, has she?" said
the widow. oval, there amt no de-
pendence to be put on gals. And you
feel the need of real helpful COM
panion? I did say, when 1 buried
Keene, that nothin' should induce me
to marry again, but"
The doctor reined up Old Roam so
suddenly that that meditative steed
jumped off all four legs at once.
Hold onp' said he. Il wasn't
talkin' of matrimony. I amt a
marryin' man. All 1 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.
"1T try Miss Mahala Dickerman,"
he concluded. "She amt widow.
Widows are naturally sly and tricky"
Miss Mahala Dickerman was more
reasonable. Yes, she would come.
But she required her Sundays to her
self, every Wednesday afternoon, the
use of horse and wagon to take her
to church, and fourteen dollars a
month.
"But what is to become of me on
Sunday2" Doctor Juniper ventured to
inquire.
Miss Mahala didn't know. She had
her soul to look after-that was very
certain. And she couldn't reconcile
his Sunday business to her conscience.
So Doctor Juniper rode away once
more, solemnly shaking his head.
"What's come to all the women ?"
said the doctor.
Betsey Grove was the next person