Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1888-06-13

with you anon, and the way you will have
to stand round and mind the housekeeper
will be a caution"
"All right" said Mr.. Nicklepod; "give
me kiss and I do wish could tell you
how happy you have made me" a.
The kiss was given, and it was no dis
grace to Flossie that her eyes overfiowed
with tears.-FFank Leslie.
YOUNG WIFE'S CONFUSION.
"You are one woman of thousand,
Nell-you are, by Jove! and Pm proud
of you. Come when I may and I find the
house as neat as rose. like that, Nell.
I've always thought that if anything
could put me out of temper with the Wo-
man I loved it would be to come home
and find the house topsy turvy and my
wife in soiled wrapper and with a
rough head. Little woman, you're treas
ure, and Pm proud of you ~
And Edward Hastings kissed his pretty
bride until her cheeks gloWed like the
red June roses out in the sunshine.
She was very happy, very much pleas
ed and flattered at her husbands praise.
They had just been married six months,
and Nell was pattern for all housewives.
She arose with the birds that made their
nests in the great apple tree, and did her
housework in the early morning hours.
Come when he might, her hus band al
ways found his little home in order, the
cupboard stored with something good to
eat, and his wife dressed in fresh wrap
per, with a flower in her hair and smile
of welcome on her fair face.
eff there is one thing more likely to
provoke fellow than another" he went
on, lingering moment in the sunny por-
tico, his arm around her waist, "'tis to
bring friend home to dinner or luncheon
and find everything out of sorts. Now
there's Gravesley his wife's a fine woman
when you see her out-shoWy woman, al
ways we'll dressed. Well, Gravesley in
yited me to lunch that day we went out
together. I went, but I was sorry enough
for it. Such a house as we found-all
heels over head, and I caught sight of the
mistress disappearing up the stairs in curl
paper and slippers. She was indisposed
and could not see US, the girl said. We
lunched on bread and cheese, and Graves
ley, poor fellow, though he said nothing,
looked exceedingly annoyed. | should
have been angry. l think wife should
make it her duty to keep house and person
in presentable order, so that her husband,
come when he may, may find her ready
to welcome him."
80 do l." said Nell, smiling up into his
face, "You need never be afraid to in
vite friend home with you, Ned. No
matter if 1 don't know, l shall be ready
to receive you"
Ned gave her a ringing kiss.
Every we'll, little woman, shall try
you one of these days-and now I must
run. Good-by."
She watched him out of sight with hap
py eyes, and then went back to her pretty
sitting room and her workable.
A month later the summer was on the
wane and the fruits were we'll ripened.
"Jane," said Mrs. Hastings, one bright
morning, returning from the garden gate
where she had parted with her husband,
II have just looked at the currants and
they are quite ripe. We must make our
jelly at once. Now Mr.. Hastings won't
be home till late to-day. l want to spend
the day with mother tomorrow, and
should very much like to get the job off
my hands to-day. What do you say?"
II can soon pick the currants, ma'am:"
"All right; suppose you begin. We
won't clean up now. Let the house stand,
though it is dreadfully out of order. Per-
haps we may find time to straighten up
when we get the fruit cooking. Hurry
now, and pick as fast as you caI, and I'll
step over to Browns and order some sugar
and jars"
Jane obeyed, leaving the breakfast room
unswept and the front steps unWashed.
1t was high noon before the first kettle
of juice got in cooking order.
Making currant jelly was more of an
undertaking than Mrs. Hastings imagined.
She had seen it at home, under her moth
er's supervision, and making it herself
she fancied would be quite as easy.
"Dear me, how the time flies; dare
say it won't take the juice long to thicken.
Mamma used to make it in no time.
What are we to do about dinner wonder?
We can't cook the ham-there is no room
on the fire. Wemust have a makeup din
ner when we have finished. Mr.. Hastings
will excuse us, Pm sure"
And arranged in her Holland apron,
with her pretty braids put back and her
sleeves tucked above her elbows, Nell
worked away with all her might, picking,
boiling, straining, until her cheeks were
flushed and her head ached.
"Why, Jane, this fruit won't jelly, and
it has boiled so long. What can be the
matter?"
"There is something you put in it to
make IL Jelly, Iuluh, uist Stili.
"Oh dear no. Mother never did, Pm
sure. I'll add more sugar and let it boil
another hour. Dear me l thought we
should have had our last kettle on by this
time. We shall be so late, and Pm tired
to death now. I wish I had done as my
mother said. She advised me to send the
currants over there, and let Hannah make
the jelly, but l was sure could do it my
self.
The steaming kettle boiled another
hour.
The summer sun hung above the green
summit of the poplars.
"Surely it will be jelly now, Jane"
said the weary housewife, pouring some of
the hot red liquid into cold water. But
the Juice still remained, for all the cooking
and stewing it had undergone.
ooh! what shall | do? Surely the stuff
must be bewitched. Ive great mind to
pour it all away" "cried Nell, ready to cry
with veXation.
II tell you, ma'am, you put something
in it to make it jelly,"- persisted Jane:
"Oh! Jane, hush! You know nothing
about it. tell you, you don't put any
thing it. What must 1 do? Cook it
more? 1t is burning to the kettle now,
and I've wasted ever ever, SO much sugar.
Jane run over to mothers and ask Han
nah to come over, will you? She'll know
in minute what to do. DO pray, be
quick; it is dreadfully late"