The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1884-08-28
BRAVE IN ADVERSELY.

BRA r IN All LhSAl H
At Nh Lonsdale's aristocratic man.
sion, The earliest letters were brought
in with the rolls and coffee, SO that
Mrs. Lonsdale was languidly eating
orange marmalade, when her husband
read out the contents of the letter with
a black edge, which had just come
from Moon Mountain.
Left u wIowT' echoed Mrs. Ions
dale. And with six daughters. What
a very unpleasant circumstance
'.She was my favorite cousin" said
Mr. Lonsdale. ''As bright Il girl as l
ever saw. l suppose, Naomi with q
little hesitation--"wec 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 women? We actually haven't
space enough to accommodate our
Selves
We'll, we'll. Pm sorry for poor
Mary" said MIR. Lonsdale. Il think
she had the bluest eyes / ever saw.
Six daughters, and we never had one.
Perhaps, Naomi with the old hesi-
tating formula-'you wouldn't hike to
adopt one?'
Thank yoR'' satrieally observed
his wife. when l do receive an
adopted child into my house, it will
not he the country article"
All he solitary little farm on Moon
Mountain, however, the same topic
was being discussed while Mrs. Dirk
was sewing on the simple mourning
which the bereaved family could
afford.
Helen was washing the dishes, Rosie
was darning the carpet with a piece OF
woolen yarn of the same color, and
LiZzY was trimming seven plain straw
hats with bands of Grape, as inexpcns-
lively is possible. Susy was picking
over shining tin pan of dandelion
greens isr dinner, Esther, the young
est and rosiess of all, was feeding liz
tie flock Of dswnv chickens, and Sarah,
The eldest, was absent at a neigh bor' S,
helping to make up the spring outfits
of kalf dozen boys.
Sarah WAS always SO handy with
the needle" SAID Mrs. Dirk with
pardonable pride.
But, mother" said Rosie, looking
up from her work with o troubled
counsenance, ''what are we to do?"
Mother" said Lizzy, '.our Lons-
dale cousins are rich. Couldn't we 60
to them?"
'Certainly not" said Mrs. Dirk with
a sparkle OF the eyes which had not
yet lost their forget-me-not blue. Il
wrote to them. telling them of our
aflliction, and they sent back letter
full of commonplaces, without even
offering to help IL"
But they are rich and we are poor. "
Yes. and they live in splendid
style Hattie Cooley says" added Susy
Very, likely" said Mrs. Dirk.
But as long rs there are seven pairs
of hands M this family, and God spares
our health, l do not propose to turn
gcnteel Desgar!'
But, mother" began Rosie, who
was the carotaking member of the
family, Il think"
1--we settled it all in my own mind, :"
said Mrs. Dirk, stitching away until
her needle looked like gleam of steel
lightning. 1.-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 peo-
pie cone 20 get the water for ten miles
around. e.. mean to keep boardersn'
..IIurrah tor the fittle motherr'
cried Essie. clappiag her plump hands.
And | may help YOU make custards
and do up preserves. maynl l.
mamma?h
"Susy and Esther shall help me, y
declared Mrs. Dirk. Sarah can al-
ways earn her living by tailoring
work. Helen shall 60 into the glove
factory; I'm told they need new hands
there. Lizzy can help Mrs. Dart, the
milliner, and Rosie is to be nursery
governess at Mrs. Millingham's. And
if, between US, we can't earn a decent
livelihood. it will be very strange"
Susy and Essie were delighted.
Rosie naturally regarded her position
as decided promotion. Helen, how
ever. dropped 4 tear into the pan of
hot water which she had just poured
out.
The gloye-factory, mother?" she
repeated. But it will be such a
strange lonesome place. | don't think
| shall like it."
I'VE must all of US try to like our
duty, child" said the brisk little
widow.
Mary is going to open boarding
house." said Mr.. Lonsdale again to his
wfe. ..She has requested me to insert
an advertisement in the dailies for
her.
Very laudable of her, am sure, !"
said Mrs Lonsdale with n yawn.
Suppose you were to so there for a
few weeks before the Saratoga season
opens?' suggested Mr.. Lonsdale.
You can't very well stay here while
the painting and repairs are going
on
Il don't know that l can endure
that sort of living" said Mrs. Ions
dale obviously.
Mary Dirk used to be the best
housekeeper ever knew, answered her
husband.
DO you suppose she will take me
cheap"
Il should imagine So"
So Mrs. Lonsdale wrote q patron
izing letter to her husbands cousin,
bespeaking the best room.
But when she got to Moon Mountain
there was only one little square room
left. The fame of the Black Spring
had gone forth in all directions, and a
newspaper editor had promulgated an
article praising the delicious pine
scented air and well-populated trout
brooks of the mountain-and the con-
sequence was that the farmhouse was
full.