The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-05-29

coupled with the intelligence that all
the McOord money was sunk in the
general disaster, and that now the
bank had hursted the McCords-mean-
ing the widow and her fcur daughters
hadn't penny with which to bless
themselves.
"What on earth is to be DONE"
gasped Kitty, pale with astonishment
and terror. "Heres Nell and Bess and
little Flo. all younger than am. and
there isn't thing we can do to earn
money"
IDOL" calculated Mrs. McCord. we
can all starve 1 suppose. We can all
starve in heap ogsther."
"What pity that you can't teach
music, Kitty" said Flo, disconsolately.
"Or if you conld only have GLASS in
drawing" added Bess.
cor that mamma were only first
rate dressmaker." put in Nell.
Mrs. McCord lifted up her hands in
horror.
"No McCord ever yet descended to
mental labor" said she, loftly. If
Kitty hadn't such temper she would
long since have been well married and
settled, and in such crisis as this she
would have then been able to offer q
home to her afflicted family"
Kitty, mind you, IVES barely 10.
Kitty bit her lip.
81 know whit 1 can do, girls" said
she, laughing. "Do you remember the
lessons l took at Miss Parloe's cooking
club? Well, / can cook-even mamma
has to admit that"
Il shall write to your Uncle Potipher
and ask him for assistance said Mrs.
McCord, loftily.
"Uncle Pot! Oh, dear mel' ejacu-
lated the four girls in chorus. "He's
too awfully stingy for anything
Hell only send you some tracts and
lot of advice, said Nell.
Kitty said nothing. but going to the
| library she looked over file of the
daily papers.
uncle Pot" muttered she, running
over list of late advertisements. I'D
rather be dead than live with that hate
ful old thing. We would be obliged
to eat bread and water and be told ton
times day how much it cost him to
keep us. Mamma may go to Uncle
Potipher if she likes and take the girls
along; but, as for me, I'd rather work. J"
She paused at one of the late adver-
tisements that happened to catch her
eye, and read it over twice:
WANrED-A COoK-In n gentlcman's family.
where there Is neither company nor chl-
| dren, II strictly flrst-oass cook is required.
Ton dollars per week paid to satisfactory
party. Apply Mt once, by letter, to p. o. Box
10, Brier Lodge, Thornhdld."
Kitty read it once again.
mo children and no company! /
think it would be Just the thing for
me, thought she. Anyway. I'm going
| to try it.
Miss McCord did not wait to hear
from Uncle Potipher. Upon second
consideration, she decided it would be
as we'll TO go and make him visit, and
then apprise him OF her loss of fortune.
"By which time, said Kitty, calmly,
II will he settled into some kind of
business or other, and Uncle Pot will
take the thing more kindly. He won't
he so apt to feel as if we had taken him
| by storm, and intended to stop with
i'm botgre nealgre."
II hate French, Kitty. Besides, it is
bad taste to interlard your sentences
with foreign quotations" said her
mamma "And 1 shall leave you In
charge of the house, though L want
you to remember that you are a
McCord, and 1 expect you to behave
yourself accordingly. Don't do any
thing to disgrace the family. Perhaps
your Uncle Potipher will offer us a
home with him, and so put our present
difficulties to flight for while, any
way"
Kitty's "tip-tilted" nose tilted trihe
higher at the idea of Uncle Potipher
offer ng them home, but she made no
reply, and helped with the packing.
glad when at last they were off. Kitty
had written to BOX 10, Brier Lodge. !"
She didn't much like the idea of doing
mental duties, but just now there was
nothing else she was qualified for. To
be sure, she could play n little, and sing
little, and, like all other fashionable
young ladies of her set, she had some
skill at drawing. But to tell the whole
naked, unlovely truth, her knowledge
of these branches was much too defect
i've for her to attempt to teach any one
of them. Besides, Kitty detested teach
ing in any shape. Only in one thing
had she become proficient, and that one
thing was the questionable art of cook
ing Miss Parloe never had n more apt
or more interested pupil than Kitty,
who had entered at once into the re-
spective merits of soups and roasts,
and buildings and pies, with zest that
betrayed an arpreciative spirit.
A letter came that day from Brier
Lodge. Kitty had given Miss Parloe
herself rs her reference, but it seemed
as if this had been unnecessary. The
reply to the application had evidently
been written by the housekeeper, who
urged Miss McCord to come on at once
When Kitty read this letter feeling
of dismay came over her. She looked
at her dimpled white hands.
And so am really TO be cook in q
gentleman's family" said she, ruefully.
"But then there is the $40 week
only think of SO week to one in my
circumstances. Besides, it makes me
independent, and free from Uncle Poti-
pher, and if we're private governess,
or n school ma'am, my salary would be