Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1884-12-06

there left !? We had a good farm
once, but my brother couldn't rest
till he specialized 1t all away, and
now he's gone and I'm all alone.
So, II you know of a good place rs
housekeeper, or matron in an asy-
| lum or general overseer, don't
much care where"
The intelligent Office keeper. with
a slight shrug OF his shoulders,
broke in on the torrent OF Miss
Fairhaven's explanatory eloquence.
"What wages did you ask ?"
Poor Miss Coinfort--the blank
word wages called rusty glow to
her cheek.
ST amt particular about that so
long as it's good home"
"Here's place that perhaps
might suit you--housekeeper want
ed at Mr.. Duponceau's, No. Fifth
av. You might try it, although /
hardly think a person of your ap-
| pearance would suit" g.
81 amt young, I know" said
Miss Comfort with sigh, but there's
n deal o. tough work left in me yet.
Give me the address shan't give
up and starve without tryin' for it,"
Yet, spite of all her philosophy,
Miss Comforts heart, like that of
the Queen of Sheba of old, grew
faint within her as she sat in the
luxurious reception room OF the
Fifth-av. mansion, surrounded by
silken chairs, gilded tables, flashing
mirrows and pictures, whose radi-
ant skies mi Iht have been painted
in liquidized gold, so rare and cost
ly were they. ef5aHs ss3al,-
"I'm almost sorry / come J"
thought Miss Comfort. 81 don't
fairly believe can give satisfaction
While the thought was passing,
through her mind, the door swung
open on its silver-pl8ted hinges, and
tall young lady, in blue silk
robe, entered-a young lady with
golden-brown hair lOoped after the
fashionable style over her brow and
deep blue eyes.
Miss Comfort rose and dropped a
stiff little courtesy.
"I've called to see" she began,
but to her amaZement the rest of
her speech was abruptly checked by
the young iady'sarms being thrown
around her neck.
"Oh, Pm SO glad to see you" she
cried out, ecstatically, II thought
never should see you again. ] went
to the old farm, but you had gone
away, nobody knew whittier p'
And she Rugged Miss Comfort
more enthusiastically than ever,
with bright tears sparkling on her
eyelashes.
"Why," demanded the bewilder-
ed spinster, "who are you?"
Ppm Essie! don't you remember
little Essie Bell, that you gave the
five dollar bill to, in the twilight,
by the wild rose bushes, when"
"Oh 'o-o-h" exclaimed Miss
Comfort. "You don't mean to say
you're that"
And here she stopped, nearly
strangled by ESTES renewed en-
braces, while she listened to the
story of "papa's DEATH" and, how
grandpapa had adopted her; and
how she was surrounded by all that
luxury could devise, or art invent
"And | have longed to see you
again." added Essie, ''for il ii had
not been for your kindness, papa
could have never lived to reach his
home And you shall live with
me always now and be my darling
old friend !"
"No," said Miss Comfort, gravely,
shaking her head. "I've come TO
apply for situation as housekeep-
er, and If you won't give it to me,
/ must go elsewhere"
And Essie was obliged to consent.
"But mInd," said she, nodding
the golden masses of her hair. 81
shall give you what wages please!
Grandpa always entrusts those
things to my management :!
So Miss Comfort Fairhaven stay
ed, nominally housekeeper-real-
ly the trusted and revered head of
the establishment, and her declin-
ing years were surrounded by a |
peace and luxury she never had |
dared to dream of In her loftfest as
pirations -
Miss Comfort Fairhaven had M
vested the five dollar bill adyanta-
geOusly. She had cast her bread |
upon the waters, and after many |
deys ii had returned to her.