Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1884-02-12


"For all can see," severely went on
Sarella, "my big brother might as well
have married big wax doll. 1t was all
very well so long as he was a merchant
in receipt of big income. But now
goodness me, what sort of farmers
wife do you suppose you will maker"
"I don't know" confessed Haddie,
feeling herself arraigned before a sort of
consolidated inquisition.
"Do you know anything about but
tea and cheese?" demanded Sarella, re-
lentlessly.
Nor
"Did you ever make up batch OF
bread ? or pies? or cake ?" sternly pur-
sued this iron-hGarted catechist.
"No," whispered Haddie.
"Can you cut and fit your own Ken
Sington stitch?"
az can make the Kensington stitch
in antique lace, il that's what you
mean"
"Antique lace Kensington stitch |"
echoed Sarella, in whitening scorn.
"Can you make your husbands shirtsg"
"He buys them ready-made," fall
tered Haddie. "At least he always
did"
"Humph |" said Sarella. az sup
pose, now, you couldn't clean house, or
wash up the curtains, or make lot Of
currant jelly, to save your life ?"
"No," said Haddie, with trembling
voice, I'm afraid couldn't"
"You are nothing moro nor less than
burden to your husband" said Sarella,
with the air Of Judge pronouncing
sentence OF doom. "You're no more
fit to be married than yonder white
kitten. And 1 pity Carlos from the
very bottom Of my heart, that 1 do |"
And, thus speaking, Sarella picked up
the whitewash brush and stlked away,
while poor little Haddie walled ont the
beseeching words with which our story
commences.
"Oh, SGrells, dear Sarellal" she
pleaded, "I'll try to do my best"
"Your best repeated Sarella. "And
what does that amount to? You're
l00-pound weight around his neck-a
blight upon his future-thats what you
are |"
And she whisked into the kitchen.
while Haddie ran up st9irs to the garnet
to have a good cry.
Haddie was very sad and pensive fora
day or two. Carlos looked at her pitt
fully, afraid to ask if she were discon-
tented in her new home, for he knew
well that he had none other to offer her.
Sarella shifted at her selfish inefliciency.
and the very scrubbing woman put on
airs, while Betsey Baker, n neighbor.
who came in to help with the settling"
caught the popular tune, and said,
loftily:
"Please, Mrs. Winstan!ey, stand out
Of the way while we're a-stretching
this carpet, and don't bender US ef ye
can't help US
At the end Of the third day Of domes-
tic saturnalia, when Carlos Winstanley
came home, Haddie was nowhere to be
found, and on her cushion was pinned
the following note:
DEAN GARIOs, Don't be veIed, but havo
gone away to stay with Aunt Dorcas Button I'M
be Of much uset anybody, and perhaps sarella
will get along better without me. Affection
ately your wife, II. W.
"Therel said Sarella to. Betsey
Baker. "Didn't L tell you so2 She's
80 lazy she can't bear to see other folks
work. And don't know whatever Car
los was thinking OF when he married her
instead Of Rosanna Martin, who took
the first prize for bread and cake at the
county fair, and has got chest full OF
linen and bedquilts at home"
But she did not express herself thus
plainly to Carlos, when he asked her,
wistfully, if she knew why Haddie had
gone away.
"I think she's sick of farms and farm
work." said Sarella, puraing up her lips.
at think, Carlos, she's like the little
portulaccas in the garden outside, that
only blossom when the sun Shines"
And Carlos was more wretched than
ever, fancying that he had darkened his
young wife's life, and dragged her down
into poverty with him.
"She will come back to me when she
chooses" he said, sadly. 81 shall not
go after her."
And he grew paler, colder and more
silent as he went about the duties OF the
farm; and Sarella, to use her own ex-
preston, "few around as lively as q
cricket" aud put things into the neatest
Of order.
"We're better off without Harriet
than with her, it's my opinion" said
she to herself. "a china doll of WON.
an, only fit to be waited on and made
much of. do think Carlos was crazy
when he married her"
At the months end, however, Haddie
came back, and Auttered down the lilac
shaded garden walk to meet her hus-
band, like o bird, as he returned from