Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1886-04-08
THOU ART THE MAN.
BY John FAX.

camels back, said Lucy, bursting In
to tears.
Mrs. Bellenden was young-scarce-
ly three and twenty. She had been
the daughter'of retired army officer,
delicately y reared, and quite ignorant
of all the machinery of domestic life
until she married Seth Bellenden.
Example is all powerful, and Lucy
began to believe that the whole end
and ann of lite was domestic thrift,
money-saving and the treadmill of
work.
my DEAR" said Seth, "if you
thoug ght you could get along without
Hepsy, the maid, might be able to
afford that new reaper before the oat
crop comes in.'
"I'll try" said Lucy.
After that she arose before day
break and worked later into the night
than ever.
"What is the matter with your
hands, Lucy?" Seth asked one day.
"They are not SO white and beautiful
as they used to be-
Lucy colored as she glanced down
at the members in question.
81 suppose it is from making fires, P"
said she.
All the affectionate relations of MIR.
Bellenden soon discovered that the
farm house was cool and shady, that
Lucy's cooking was excellent, and
that the bedrooms were neatness it
self.
Some of them were even good
enough to invite their relations as
we'll and so the house was full from
April to December.
And one day, when poor Lucy, un-
der the blighting influence of hor-
rible sick headache, was endeavoring
to strain three or four gallons OF milk
into the shinging pans, the news arriv-
ed that Uncle Paul was coming to the
farm.
"Where is he to sleep? The Bed
fords have the front room, and your
cousin occupies the back, and the four
Miss Pattersons sleep in the two hall
chambers, and the hired men have
the garret room.'
''Oh, you can find some place for
him." said her husband, lightly.
"There is that little room at the end
of the hall, where the spinningwheel
is"
"But it isn't furnished p pleaded
Lucy.
"You can easily sew carpet to-
gether out Of those old pieces from the
Belfords' room, and it's no trouble to
put up a muslin curtain to the win
dow and lift in a cot bed. There are
| plenty of good sweet husks in the
corn house, and you can just tack a
mattress together and whitewash the
| ceiling"
But this little bedroom was fitted
up, as fresh as rose, and Uncle Pau
arrived. dried-up, yellow-complex
ioned old man, with an old-fashioned
cravat tied in many folds around his
neck, and suit of navy blue, with
brass buttons.
He had the polite way of half .
century ago, and Lucy thought
she would like him very much, if she
only had time to get acquainted with
him.
But she was churning ten pound:
of butter day, and there was the
baby, and the company, and tht
young chickens, and the baking to de
/ for the sewing society, which was tt
| meet at her house that week.
She was almost too busy to sleep.
]. But Uncle Paul was watching he
| quietly all the time.
1 He came out to the barn where hi
nephew was putting-a new handle OF
sickle blade.
"Did I tell you, Nephew Seth
about the reason | left your Cousir
Eliab's?"
Not that remember" said Seth
breathing on the blade and polishing
| it with his silk handkerchief
Dorothy died--llis wife. 2
oh, yes, said Seth. aMaleria
fever, wasn't it p
blnntly answered Unci
i Paul. q Tt was hard work That VIC
man, Nephew Seth, did the house
work for eight persons. Eliab didn'
/ even let her have a woman to help he
with the ironing and washing. z
Must have been regular -goin
brute" said Seth, tightening til
handle q little.
All the sewing. too, added Uncl
Paul the mending and mah