Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1884-11-22

dared to use when Jane was there
smashing things in the Kitchen" as
Robby expressed it, was brought out
from the high shelf in the dining.room
closet-the cracked glass pitcher of
delicate amber tint that Mrs. Peterson
priced as one of her choicest table treas
ures came to light from the corner to
which it had been relegated for fear of
disaster when it had been discovered
that Jane had occasionally used it to
dip water with in the kitchen, and lit
tie fancy odd pieces Of majolica, such
as they usually only kept for company
use, were now converted into every
day luxuries without the fear that a
careless kitchen maid would break
them entirely, or destroy their beauty
by nicking their thin edges.
Anybody would think that we
were going to have party every day"
said little Alice, as she gazed admir-
ingly at the bright castor and clean,
shining cruets freshly filed every morn.
ing.
ave are having the poetry of house
keeping, that is all" replied Mrs. Pc
terson.
"The prose got too aufully prosy,
didn't it mother ?" said Rob laughingly.
II can stand prose on a pinch, as well
as any other boy, but the way Jane
used to slap the dishes and eatables on
the table was q caution Half the
time with no spoons in the spoon holder
and egg sticking between the fork
prong-ugh that was prose for fact.
"Do you know the reason she was
so careless ?" interrupted Clara. "It
was because nothing here belonged tc
her. If she had owned the dishes she
would have been careful. When she
gets a home of her own it will be diff
ferent-she won't vhack and bang as
she does now"
"When | used to see her washing ur
the tea things l always felt like sing
ing The Ok Broke into the Chins
Shop" said Bob. "Poor thing hel
fingers were too thick to handle nice
dishes"
No crumbs disfgured the tableclotf
nowadays-no jumping up and running
after forgotten articles; the concomi
tants of the table were neatness anC
order, which made the plainest mea
palatable,
The coffee was quite equal to tina
decocted by Jane; the steak was 81
juicy that Mr.. Peterson several time
affirmed that McClung, the butcher
kept better meats than formerly; tn,
seed cake, Of which he was very fond
was pronounced superior to anything
they had had for a twelyemonth on,
or two new kinds of dessert were intro
duced, and more than once enquiret
for by the head of the house in such
way as to show the young girl tina
her father highly relished the fare pro
vided for him. But not word abou
buying the guitar-not hint regard
ing Clara's wages
"Here'S my chance, mother !" ex
claimed the young housekeeper on
day, coming with copy of a cit
daily into the room where Mrs. Peter
son was seated. "Father owes me 81.
dollars, as it is just six weeks toda
since began doing the housework
and here is a guitar ADVERTISED for ST
dollars, instruction book thrown IN
Will you tell father about it and &c
the money for me when he comes t
dinner? The owner says it has onl
been used two months. 1t is a goo
chance, and / will send for it tomol
row." and in anticipation of the pleas
ure in store Clara skipped off gaily t
the kitchen, there to manifest her graf
tude by preparing the most SAVIOR
dishes she could think of.
Mrs. Peterson uttered a little sigh {
the door closed after her daughter
Eighteen years association with Nj
Peterson had taught her the difficult
of the task before her. He was a goo
husband; what pity that he couldn
be made to see things differently!
"Six dollars for a guitarH VIII
you and Clara must shink I'm made