The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1886-03-04
Notri1aonlal Dllaa.

months, Sidney and /, and, - We have
boarded all this time, our lives have
gided on quietly and smoothly; but
now We are beginning our first expert
ence in housekeeping and our trials are
coming thick and fast. We had trouble
enough in hiring house some were
too large, some too small, and others
situated in just the wrong place But
even now that We are settled our trials
do not cease.
Our principal affection is the kitchen
girl. We hired q new one yesterday,
and she is some kind of q foreigner and
can understand a very few household
words, but her English vocabulary is
not large.
1t seemed as if the fates were deter
mined to worry the life out of me yes
terday. twas wash-day: left direc-
tons with Christophene, for such is our
domestic's name, that after the wash
ing was done she must clean the parlor
windows. I busted myself arranging
and putting things in order upstairs.
| did sundry little things during the
forenoon and among the rest made q
pudding for dinner. But there was one
thing did not do, and that was, look
into the parlor.
MY heart bounded with delight when
! heard my husbands step. But what!
Can that be hep
Yes, that is his voice. s.C0nfoun(l
the thing!' he mutters. "Drat that
girl listened to him in astonish-
ment. There he stood in the hall and
stranger with him, Che was permitted
to bring company when he chose) and
both of them with the queerest express
sion of countenance. He regarded me
almost sternly, so far forgetting him.
self Is not to introduce me to his friend.
l looked on wonderingly, waiting for
what would come next.
''Jot,' said he, 20 out on the front
steps and look at the parlor windows
and tell me what it means There in
each window hung a shirt. Two of
Syd's old shirts hung up like curtains,
and right across the middle of each was
printed in large letters, 'Sidnev G.
Wemriss. This is one of Syi's hob
bies. He always will have his full name
printed across his shirts. l am sure l
don't know what it is for, unless he is
afraid of getting lost and forgetting his
name. But there they hung, and there
l laughed and laughed. sgd got mad,
and the stranger grew confused. Fl.
nally called Christophene, who took
down the shirts and hung up the cur
tains. But why she hung up the shirts
we can't find out.
But this was not the end of trouble
for that day. We proceeded to the din
ing room. The table was we'll set and
the dinner well cooked. Then told
the girl to bring the dessert ; she looked
puzzled, but said again very distinctly
dessert. She was gone some time
but finally returned bearing-O good
ness an old hoop skirt of mine! 1t
seemed as if she must be possessed.
was so angry I could have cried but
now it was Syd's turn to laugh, and
there sat that horrid man.
Sgd saw how confused Twas and said
to the girl in a voice loud enough to be
heard block away, Che always yells
at persons who cannot understand well
~ ~ oAOy "VAO NOoAJs tC ~OAluS Cuc
pie.' Christophene shook her head
sadly. No pie" she insisted, mo
pie.' AS said before I had made a
pudding for dinner, so interposed very
gently ''Puddlng-we would lik e some
puddsmg.' She disappeared like flash
and soon returned bearing the pudding
and such a puddimg." 1t was the
most crestfallen looking object l ever
made, and after such fuss had been
made over it too. sgd looked disgust
ed. the stranger looked red and Hooked
blue. I recovered enough to apologize
and when we tasted it, it was mt 80 very
bad after all.
feel exhausted to-day after that OK
perience, and sincerely trust that fate
has not many more such hours in store
for me. As for Christophene, she goes
| on in the even tenor of her way, with a
light heart and no fears for the future.
JOT WEMR1ss.