McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1884-11-13
BRAVE IN ADVERSELY.

At Mr.. Londale's aristocratic mansion
the earliest letters were brought in with
the rolls and coffee, SO that Mrs. Ions
dale was languidly eating orange mar
malade when her husband read out the
contents of the letter with the black
edge which had just come from Moon
mountain.
''Left a widow - echoed Mrs. Ions
dale ''And with six daughters. What
a very unpleasant circumstance -
''She was my favorite COUSIN" said
Mrs. Longsdale. GAS bright girl as
ever saw. l suppose, Naomi with
a little hesitation-''we couldn't take
her in here ?''
''Take her in here?" repeated Mrs.
Lonsdale almost in scream. ''Why,
where could we put widow and six
young womenp We actually haven't
space enough to accommodate our
selves"
swell, well, I'm sorry for poor Ma
ry," said Mr.. Lonsdale. 81 think she
had the bluest eyes / ever saw. Six
daughters, and we never had one. Per-
haps, Naomi, with the hesitating for
mula-''you wouldn't like to adopt
one?"
'sThank you," sarcastically observed
his wife. ''When do receive an adopt
ed child into my house, it will not be
the country article"
At the solitary little farm on Moon
Mountain, however, the same subject
was being discussed while Mrs. Dirk
was sewing on the simple mourning
which the bereaved family could af-
ford.
Helen was washing the dishes, Rosie
was darning the carpet with piece of
wooden yarn of the same color, and
Lizzie was trimming seven plain straw
hats with bands of crepe, as ineXpen-
sively as possible. Susy was picking
over shining tin pan of the dandelion
greens for dinner. Esther, the young
est and rosiest of all, was feeding lit
tie flock of downy chickens, and Sarah,
the eldest, was absent at a neighbours,
helping to make up the spring outfits of
half dozen boys.
Sarah was always so handy with
the needle" said Mrs. Dirk with par
donable pride.
''But, MOTHER said Rosie, looking
up from her work with troubled coun-
tenance, "what are we to do?''
Mother said Lizzie, ''our Ions
dale cousins are rich. Couldn't we go
to them?"
Certainly not" said Mr.. Dirk with
a sparkle of the eyes that had not yet
lost their forget-me-not blue. 81 wrote
to them, telling them of our affiiction,
and they sent back letter full of COM
monplaces, without even offering to
help u.s.
'sBut they are rich and we are
poor;
eyes. and they live in splendid style,
Hattie Cooley says added Susy.
Every likely said Mrs. Dirk. ''But
as long as there are seven pairs of hands
in this family, and God spares our
health, l do not propose to turn genteel
beggar!'
"But mother" began Rose, who was
the caretaking member of the family.
81 think
GIVE settled it all in my own mind"
said Mrs. Dirk, stitching away until her
needle looked like a CLEAN of steel
lightning. ''The house is large, al
though it isn't built after the latest
fashion. The air is wholesome, and
there is the Black Spring, where people
come to get the water for ten miles
around. 1 mean to keep boarders!''
s.Hurrah for the little mother!'' cried
Essie, clapping her plump hands. ''and
I may help you make custards and. do
I'D preserves, mayn't I, mamma?''
siSusy and Esther shall help me-"
declared Mrs. Dirk Sarah can always
earn her living at tailoring work.
Helen shall 60 to the glove factory; I'm
told they need new hands there. Lizzie
can help Mrs. Dart, the milliner, and
Rosy is to be governess at Mrs, Milling
HAMS. And if, between us, we can't
earn decent livelihood, it will be very
strange"
Susy and Essie were delighted. Rosie
naturally regarded her position as a
decided promotion. Helen, however,
dropped a tear into the pan of hot wa
ter which she has just poured out.
.sThe glove factory, mother??" she
reneated. ..But it will be such strange,
lonesome place. don't think l shall
1ikeit.'' -.
ave must all of us try to like our
duty, child.'' said the brisk little
widow.
ssMary is going to open boarding
house." said Mr.. Lonsdale again to
his wife. ''She has requested me to In