New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-08-12
fresh meat to cook for dinner. P,rap,


II don't see how on earth Tn going
to get along this way" said she. Them
clothes is friz as stiff as boards, and
ought to be took in and dried round
the stove; and the chickens amt been
fed, and the soft, soaps spilin', and the
apples need to be picked over, and the
potatoes is all spilin' down cellar, and
my stockings is full O. holes, cobble em
as I will, and Maria won't hear to no
hired help. And my neuralgy was pref
ty bad last night. I'm most afeared
I'm goin' to break down. I've half
mind to go over and talk to Getchey's
folks about it,
It was just week afterward that the
younger Mrs. Getchey made her APP
pearance in the bedroom of the melan-
choly Mrs. Dorking.
Glow are you feelin' to-day?" she
asked, in the carefully modulated ac-
cents OF sympathy.
Mrs. Dorking shook her head back
ward and forward among the pillows
with closed eyes.
I'm mis- able, thankee," she said.
ut must be a comfort to you havin'
Abby Jane here" said Mrs. Ge:chey,
seating herself in the splint-bottomed
arm chair beside the bed.
"Havin' who?" said Mrs. Dorking,
opening her eyes wide.
"Why, Abby Jane-the young wom-
an your husbands got down stairs to
help with the Homework, you know"
explained Mrs. Getchey.
Mrs nor1,;nc ,o4 ~ - Ill
"A young woman" she repeated, to
help with the homework ?"
Mrs. Getchey nodded.
"Dan'l wasn't goin' to say nothin'
about it to you," said she. Gle calcu-
lated it would only fret and worry you.
But he found he couldn't get along and
do everything himself. And Abby James
right smart. Ijesr wish you could see
how white the clothes is out on the
lines. And how nice she's secured up
the kitchen tins and bleached the old
curtains and polished the brass candle
sticks! She's one to turn off work, now
tell you'll"
WE'LL" calculated Mrs. Dorking.
"She's bakin' pies, now," said Mrs.
Getchey; "dried apple, with plenty of
fennel seeds; and pumpkin, and Gran
berry tart for Elder Swift. Elder Swift
is to be here to tea, and he's dreadful
partial to cranberry tarts and short
cake"
Mrs. Dorking turned very red in the
face.
"Invitin' company, be they?" said
she; "and cookin, a lot O things in my
own house and never consultin' me!
Him and his hired gal, indeed!"
"Danl calculated you was too feeble
to be bothered" said Mrs. Gretchey,
consollngly.
I amt so feeble as he'd like to make
out that bel" muttered Mrs. Dorking.
II was thinkin' a spell ago about sit
tim up a little while. Just hand me my
stockings, will you, Aurilla Ann?"
II wouldn't try to sit up" said Aurilla
Ann; "you amt able"
eyes, l bel" snapped the hyp ochon-
driac. who's the best Judge of my
feelings, you or me? What sort of a
lookin' gal is this that's bossin' my
kitchen while I'm in bed?"
GAS pretty as pink" said Mrs.
Getchey; Cheeks as red as peonies;
hair as black as coal; and she steps
off as light as thistledown.
"Humph!" said Mrs. Dorking.
"Give me my double gown, Aurilla
Ann. mean to see arter this business
myself; and if Daniel Dorking thinks
I'm goin' to put up with such treatment
as this"
"Better take my arm," suggested
Mrs. Getchey.
But the late invalid impatiently re-
jectsd her offered assistance.
"Lemme alone!" said she; II can
walk as we'll as ever could. WHY
should n't II"
And Mrs. Dorking went down stairs
into the sitting-room, where her spouse
sat very close to pretty young woman,
both engaged in examining the pages of
Universal Atlas.
Mr.. Daniel hand rested Familiarity on
the pretty girls shoulder. and the pref
ty girls braids Of black hair were close
to Daniels own iron gray locks.
"Daniel!" almost shrieked Mrs. Dork-
ing, I'm astonished at you, that I bel"
DeSAA0A DoAAAAS oGH1 CCu up, Will dill
exclamation Of surprise; the atlas fell
from the pretty girls knee.
"Why, cried the farmer, it's Maria!"
eyes, it's Maria!" enrnciated Mrs.
Dorking;; "and about the last person in
the world that you wanted to see, I
guess!"
"But, to her surprise, Daniel Dork-
ing's face relaxed none Of its beaming
cheerfulness'
The pretty girl, instead of fleeing
guiltily from the room, came forward
with out stretched hands.
won't you kiss me, Maria ?" said
she.
"I?" gasped Mrs. Dorking, "Kiss
you'll"
cts Jenny" said Daniel; "my young
est sister, Abigail Jane, from the old
farm at home. Iwrote to her how bad
off we were here, and she's come, bless
her little heart, to stay all winter with
us. We was goin' to surprise Won. as