The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-06-23
INTERESTING STORY.
1.-THE WOMEN FOLKS"

Pack up your things as soon a. you
please. my dear" said Mr.. Chesney.
+" We're going to move on Saturday"
Mr.. and Mrs. Chesney were O matrimonial
drm-there was no question about that
but Mrs. Chcsney had always been silent
partner in the same.
(" ever get married." said Elma,
bright-eyed girl of seventeen, az won't be
put upon as mamma is" " Papa is a regu-
lar despot-that's what papa is !" decided
VIII, tall STRIPPING of fifteen.)
Where, my dear ?" asked Mrs. Chesney
with o little start.
Into the country" said the family auto
crat. 81 I'm tired of this city business. It
| costs great deal more than 1t comes to.
I'm told you can live at half the expense in
the country"
But" gasped Mrs. Chesney, "what is
to become Of the children's education ?"
There's very good district school In
the neighborhood, not more than a mile dis
tant, explained her husband, land exer
cise will do them goodn
And what are we 10 do for society ~
/ SHAW blttu OucbAtty WOutuHt
give rap for people who can't be society
for themselves. There'll be the housework
to do, you know-nobody keeps girl in
the country-and plenty of chores about tho
place for viii and Spencer. shall keep
horse, If can get one cheap, for the station
is half mile from the place, and I've bar
gained for couple of cows and some pigs"
| Will and Spencer looked askance at each
other.
"It'l do US good to walk mile to
school" muttered the elder; but father
must have horse to carry him half mile
TO the station"
"That's fathers logic all over" observed
Spencer, while Mr. Chesney explained to his
wife the various advantages which were to
accrue from the promised move.
I" It's unfortunate" said he, so that Elmo
and Rosie aren't boys. Such lot of
women-folks are enough to swamp any
family. Men, now, can always earn their
bread. But we must try to make everybody
useful in some way on, other. It's SO healthy,
You know" added he. % And the rent won't
be half of what we pay kere."
"Are there any modern conveniences
about the place ?" timidly inquired Mrs.
Chesney.
There's q spring of excellent water
about o hundred yardb from the bonss,n
said her husband.
Mrs. Chesney grew pale.
| Have got to walk hundred yards foi
every drop of water want 2" said she.
And large rain-water hogshead unde,
the caves Of the house." added Mr.. Chesney.
And I've already got bargain in kerosene
lamps. As for candles, am given 70 under
stand that the good housekeepers there
abouts make 'em themselves, In tin moulds.
There's nothing like economy. Now I do
beg to know, Abigail, /" he added, irritably,
what you are looking 30 lackadaisical
Abouta Do you expect TO sit still and fold
POUR hands, while / do all the work? Give
me woman for sheer natural lazinessi"
lam not lazy, George" said the poo,
wife, with bewildered air but-all this
Is 50 new and strange at first. But I'll tr,
to get accustomed to it'll try my yer,
| best"
/ Nevertheless, Rosie and Elma and their
mother shed many o salt tear into the trunks
and packing boxes, on top Of the wooden
blankets and rugs and piles of domestic
linen.
g hate the country !" said Elma "Pd
as soon go to prison and done with IT,"
"Oh, Ellie, don't talk So" said Rose.
"There are wild-roses and robins there
just as one sees on the painted plaques in
the store windows. And perhaps we can
have hower-bed, and some dear little
downy chickens ~
i But the first sight Of Mulleinstalk Farm
was dispiriting in the extreme. Between
rock and swamp, there was scarcely pasture
for the two lean cows that Mr.. Chesney had
bought ct "a bargain" and the hollow
hacked horse, which stalked about the
| premises like some Bucephalus.
/ The apple-trees in the orchard were three
quarters dead, and leaned sorrowfully ava,
from the last winds, until their bough
touched the very ground; the fences vert
all gone to ruin, and the front gate was tied
up with hemp string.
lis this home !" said Elma, with an
indescribable intonation in her voice.
Wen get things oil straightened up,
after awhile, " said Mr.. Chesney, bustling to
drive away the pigs, who had broken out of
their pen and we're squealing dismally under
the window.
Hrs. Chesney cried herself to sleep that
night. and wakened the next morning with
every bone instinct with shooting pains.
g And no wonder" said Spencer.
There's foot Of water in the cellar"
1--WE must have it drained" said Mr..
Chesney, with an uneasy look :" but there's
| plenty Of things to do first