Connecticut western news., 1888-06-13


 that old carpets should be reversed, and broken dishes repaired with cement and quicklime.
 'S,vc, save, savcl That is tho chici thing" he kept repeating briskly. 'Wcmcn folks can't earn; they should try their best to savc."
 "Boys," fluttcred Rosie, i've au iloa, Mary Penn, who lives on the next farm, you know, cams over to sec Elma and me yesterday. Papa is earning his liv- ing; wc'll earn scmethins, too" I should liko to know how," nut tered Spencer. might hire cut some where if it wasn't for that wrctchod old horse and tho pigs and tho wool chop ping aud"--
 'Oh, but thcro is som ,thing that won't interfere with tho chores, nor with school," sail cheerful llttlc Rosie. 'Jrst listen-all ask of you is to lis te.n."
 And the weeks grew into months, and the rcd leaves cd died down into littlc swirls from the maplo trees, and "pig killing time" ccmc, and, with tho aid of a lame onc-cycd man, Mr. Chesney laid down his own stock of pork and saus. ages, with the sense of being triumph artly economical.
 The family had left off complaining now. Apparently, they were rosiyne to their doom. But thero wcro some things that MT. Chesney could not cx- plain at all.
 Anew rug frightened up tho dismal hues of tho parlor carpet; R'sie had a crimson mcrino dress, trimmed with black velvet bars. Em,'s fall jackot was edged with substantial back fur; and-grand climax of oxtravagancc- Mrs. Chcsney had new shawl in place of tho old garment which had b,en h,r mothers before her.
 He looked at the housekeeping books with renewed vigilance; ho consulted the stubs of his check look with a glance that nothing could escape.
 w-how-they man ago It," sail he. scratchin, hi, nose with lead pencil that ho alway, car ricd. q hate mysteries, and I moan to be at tho bottom of this before am an hour oldcr."
 Abigail" said he, 'how is thisi I've given you no money. You've long loft off asking for money. How havo you managed to smartcn yourself and tho children up sc3 won't bc cheated by my own wife,"
 Elma set down thu pitcher which sho was wipiag, and c. mo and stood be- fore her father with glittcring eyos and checks stained with crimson, liko flag of battle.
 "Papa," she said, "you must not speak to mamma so. Mamma would not cheat you nor anybody else. It's money ws'vo earned ouysclvc,.
 NIT. Chcsncy starod at tho girl with incrcdu!ous eyes.
 "And if you don't believe it, como and see how," sail Elmer, fliuging down her towel. "M,ry Pom showed us. She told us everything, and gave us tho first swarm of bccs. Thcrc are fourteen swarms down under tho south wall. Spencer sold tho honey for ua. And VIC planted all tho nice flowers that grow down in tho mead ow, that you said was too stoncy and barren even for the sheep to pasture upon, and Will dug and hood around thom after tho chores were all donc, and we sent boxes and bouquets of lilies and vcrbenas to tho city every day by MT. Ponn's wagon. And wo gathered wild straw. berries before tho sun was up, and got cherries ou: of the old lane. And thu moncyis is all ours-cvery cont of it."
 Honey, cha s,id M-. Chcs,cy. star ing at the row of hivcs, for Elm, had dragged him out into tho November moonlight to tho scene of action. "Well, I've secn these many a time, but I al. ways supposed they belonged to Squire Penn's folks. And flowers and wild bcrriesl Didn't think thcro was SO much money in 'cm. Guess I'll try the business myself next year. Queer that tho women folks should have got the start of me-"
 Alter that ho regarded his family with moro respect. The mere fact that they could earn money had elevated them immensely in his sight.
 But when spring camo he lost his able co-ad tutor. Miss Elma incidentally an nouuccd to him ono day that sho was going to be married to Walter Penn the ncxt week.
 "And mamma is coming to live with ue," added Elma. "She can't stand the damp house and this hard work any longer"
 But Mrs. Chcsney did not go to the Penn farm. MT. Chesney hired stout serving maid and laid drain pipes under tho kitchen stoop. If his wife really understood her business so we'll it was worth while to keep her we'll and active, he considered.
 "Icouldn't leave papa, you know," said Mrs. Chcsney to Elma. 'He means well; aud now that Rebecca Beckel is coming hero, and the kitchen is dry, VIC shall get along nicely. woul dn' t go back to the city for anything now." 'Nor I cither," said Elma. "And oh, mamm', l shall always lovo those bco hives under tho hollyhocks, for i,