The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-06-23

came into the house or came out of it with.
out his cognizance. New dresses were
frowned upon; spring bonnets were strictly
interdicted; orders were issued that old
carpets should be reserved, and broken
dishes repaired with cement and quicklime.
Save, save, save That is the chief
thing" he kept repeating, briskly. " Wom-
en-folks can't earn; they should try their
best to save"
It's oil very we'll for papa" growlcd
viii. {" He goes to the city every day aud
sees something besides the pigs and the
dead apple-trces. He orders a new suit
when he needs it. Look at mammals patch
ed gown and Rosie's dyed bonnet-stripgs
Why, they can't even go to church, they
are such objects! He gets his lunch at
restaurant, and we eat cold beans, and DRINK
dandelion coffee and sage tea |"
Boys" fluttered Rosie, I've an idea.
Mary Penn, who lives on the next farm,
you know, came TO see Elma and me yester-
day. Papa is earning his living wen earn
something, too"
81 should like TO know how" muttered
Spencer. g I might hire out somewhere as
farmland, If it wasn't for that wretched old
horse, and the pigs, and the woodchopping,
and"
Oh, but there is something that won't
interfere with the chores, nor with school 7"
said cheerful little Rosie " Just listen-all
ask Of you is to listen ~
And tho weeks grew into months, and the
red leaves eddied down in little swirls from
the niaple-trees, and "pig- killing time I"
came, and, with the mid of lame, one-eyed
man, MIR. Chesney laid down his own stoci
OF pork and sausages for tho winter with
sense of being triumphantly economical.
Tho family had left off complaining now.
Apparently they wero resigned 10 their
doom. But there were some things that
Mr.. Chesney could not explain at ALL
A new rug frightened up the dismal hues
of the parlor carpet Rosie had a crimson
merino dress, trimmed with black velvet
bars; Elma's fall jacket was edged with
substantial black fur; and-grand climax
of extravagance-Mrs. Chesney had new
shawl, in place of the old brOc1s garment
which had been her mothers before her
He looked over the housekeeping books
with renewed vigilance; he consulted tho
stubs of his check-book with glance that
nothing could escape.
"I-dont-know-how they - manage
1T, /" said he, scratching his nose with the
lead-pencil that he always carried. &C. hate
mysteries, and mean to be at the bottom
Of this before I'm an hour older"
He took his account-book under his arm
and marched into the kitchen, where his
wife was clearing away the late supper.
Abigail" said he, how is this I've
given you no money. You've long left of
asking for money. How have you managed
to smarter yourself and the children up 30
l won't be cheated by my own wife !"
Elma set down the pitcher which she was
wiping, and came and stood before her
father with glittering eyes and cheeks stain.
ed with crimson, like a flag of battle.
Papa" said she, you must not speak
to mamma SO. Mamma would not cheat you
nor anybody else. It's money that we have
earned ourselves. There! Now !"
Mr.. Chesney stared at the girl with in
credulous eyes
And II you don't believe it, come and
sec how" said Elma, fiinging down her
towel. Mary Penn showed us. She told
us everything, and gave US the first swarm
Of bees. There are fourteen hives down
under the south wall. Spencer sold the
honey for us and We planted all the nice
flowers that grow down In the meadow, that
you said was too stony and barren even for
he sheep to pasture upon; and viii dug
and hoed around them after the chores were
all done, and We sent boxes and bouquets of
lilies and verbenas to the city every day by
Mr.. PENIS wagon. And we gathered wild
strawberries before the sun was up, and got
cherries out of the old lane, and the money
is oil ours-every cent of it'll"
Honey, Ell p" said Mr.. Chesney, staring
Ut the row Of hives, for Elma had dragged
him out into the November moonlight to
the scene of action. Well, I've seen these
many time, but always s'posed they be-
longed to Squire PENIS folks. And flowers,
and wild berries Didn't think there was
10 much money in 'em. Guess I'll try the
business myself next year. Queer that the
| women-folks should have got the start of
| me I"
And after that he regarded his family
with more respect. The more fact that they
could earn money had elevated them inn
mensely in his sight.
But when spring came he lost his ablest
coadjutor.
Miss Elma incidentally announced to him
one day that she was going to be married to
Walter Penn the next week.
"And mamma Is coming to live with us,"
added Elma. She can't stand the damp
house and this hard work any longer"
But Mrs. Chesney did not go to the Penn
Farm. Mr. Chesney hired a stout serving.
maid, and laid drain-pipes under the kitchen
door.
II his wife really understood her business
90 well, it was worth while to keep her we'll
and active, he considered.
| 60 couldn't well leave papa, you know"
said Mrs. Chesney to Elma. !" He means
well, and now that Rebecca Beckel is COM
aAtS noAo, nnu VIC hltCucu N uIyy VIC hthit
get along nicely. / wouldn't go back to the
city for anything now"
Nor l, either" said Elma. "And oh,
mamma, I shall always love those bee-hives
under the holly hooks, for 1t was there that
Walter asked me TO be his wife |"
And Mrs. Chesney tearfully kissed her
daughter. She, too, had been happy once,
and had her dreams.
II was to be hoped that Walter Penn was
made of different metal from George Ches-
ney.
To Elma, however, all the world was
c0stbur de rose. Had she not the eternal
talisman Of Youth and Love. --Holsp For
rat Graees.
our IIen-Pecked Father.
| Few historic women have been more mis-