The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1885-02-12
Thou Art the Man.

4AVQ AlU lalO .NAGbAs
"It's the last straw that breaks the
camel's back" said Lucy, bursting in
to tears.
The pleasant June sunbeams came
peeping into the cool, stone.payed
dairy, where pans of milk and cream
were ranged in orderly array; great
stone pots stood under the shelves
and blue.painted churn was already
placed on the table for service.;,
Mr.. Bellendcn was justly proud OF
his dairy.
Not a chance guest came to the
house but was invited down to see it;
not a housekeeper in the neighborhood
but secretly envied its many conven.
fences and exquisite neatness.
"And it isn't the dairy alone; trl.
umphantly remarked Seth Bellenden.
Sand you may go through the house
from garrrt to cellar, and you'll never
find speck Of dust. There never
was sucl. o housekeeper as my wife. "
Mrs. Bcllenden was young, too
scarcely three and twenty. She had
been the daughter Ola retired army
officer, delicately reared and quite
ignorant of all the machinery Of do
mestic life until she married Seth
Bellenden.
Its very strange" Lucy had writ
tento her father. "The farm is beauti-
full. You never saw such monstrous
old buttonball trees; nor such superb
roses, and the. meadows are full Of
red clover, and the Strawberries shine.
like jewels on the sunny -hillsidess'sBot
nobody sketches or reads. don't
,thin5 there is copy of Tennyson: in
the whole neignborhood, and no one
ever heard Of Dore or Millais. All
they think OF is how many dozen eggs
the hens lay, and how much cheese
they can make in a year. And the
woman who has a new recipe for
wafhes or new pattern for a horri:
Bile thing they call crazy quilts is
the leader in society," ....r.-.,
But presently young Mrs. Bellen;
den herself caught the fever, and be
came q model housewife. ...... ,
Example is all-powerful, and Lucy
began 70 believe that the whole end
and sim of life, was domestic thrift,
moneysaying and the treadmill. o!
work.
"My DEAR" said Seth, "if you
thought you could get along without
IIespy, the maid. | nightbe able to
afford that new reaper before the oat
crop comes in" . =:
sill Try" said Lucy, - !.
After that she rose before day:
, break, and wor!eed later in the night
than ever,
"What is the matter with youl
hands, Lpcy?' Seth asked one day
| stThey are not 90 white and beapti
ful as they used: be-"
Lucy colored as she GLANCED .9oEr
at the members in question.
II suppose it is from making fIres'
said she:
And then she took to wearing ole
kid gloves at her sweeping and dust
ing and digging out Of the ashes: ~ :.
::My coat is getting shabby" setl
one day remarkea.
@Why don't yoH.bHy another one?
asked his. wife:
Seth laughed short laugh:
"What do you think Mrs. Higgin
botham has done?" s4id lie. "Sh'
has ripped up her husbands ell
suit and cnt q pattern.by it and mad
new one, and entirely. saved hin
tea dpllsrs,''
Il could do that!:' said Lucy, wit
sparkling eyes: &Ill try it,"
aYea can de anything: my dear,
said Ar. Relleadeu, admlirringly:
And Lucy felt that she had he
rich reward.
Company began to come as 500
as the bright weather set in.
Al! ths atfectianate relations {
Mr.. Bcllendep soon discovered ths
> the farm house was cool and shad.
that Lucy's cooking was excellen
and that the bed rooms were nea
ness itself.
Some Of them were even goa
+ enough to invite their relations
; well; and 60 the house was full fro
, April ~ Dssember.
t All the clergyMen made it the
home at Brother BellendeF's whe
r they came to Sylvan Bridge for e
clesiastical conventions; Sill si
soents for unlleard OF articles di