The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1888-02-01

Dear Dearl cried Mabel; itand
lit is too late to make another and
have not a thing for dinner in the
housed Wemust send to Yaligheth's
for roast chicken and some apri-
cot tarts-that's all. =
The French restaurant on Yes
try placer 40,
''0h, yesl' said Mabel, indiffer-
ently aWe often do that
Humphl' said Miss crutehett.
'sWell, I'll go ont and call that
Swedish damsel of. yours: What
wages do you pay her, by the wa!y2''
Fourteen dollars month. said
Mabel, with a troubled countenance.
Just three times what she is worth. =
Humphln again remarked Miss
5Crutehett.
She's SO carelessl' said Mabel,
plaintively. 9She has Clipped all
she beautiful china his Aunt Selma
/ gave me sfor, a wedding present, and
she broke that exquisite statuette
of Diana" that stood on the gilt
tripod between the windows, and
she has let the moth get into
the parlor carpet, out of sheer neg
lect. Oh, she is such trial.
81 don't see why you keep such
a girl, observed Miss Crutchett.
"They are alike" said Mabel.
"a miserable, shiftless setl IfRI
sent her away should in all prob
ability get a worse one in her place. I"
"Humph!" said Miss Crutchett.
The next day the old lady came
cheerfully up into Mrs. Verinder's
fiat once more.
"Well, my dear" said she, give
discovered way for you to help
your husband"
Mabel flung down the book over
which she had been dreaming, and
her face grew radiant.
"Dear Miss Crutchett,'' said she,
81 shall always, always be grateful
to you! Is it literary Iabor?'
"N-no," said Miss Crutchett, ssnot
exactly literary labor"
"Is it painting2" urged Mabel.
"No, it isn't painting"
"Oh, l know, cried Mabel. "Type-
writing and stenographyl l am
sure ! could easily learn them, if.
Only" she added, with an appre-
hensive shadow coming into her
face, II should not like to under
take any occupation, Miss Crutchet,
which would take me permanently
away from home.
"You needn't worry said Miss
Crutchett, in the crisp brisk way
she had. "Your work can all be
done at home.
sIs it easy?" eagerly questioned
Mabel.
"WelI, yes-aftor you have once
learned the trade"
"Oh, it's something that I've got
to learn, then?" hesitated Mrs. yer-
inder.
Exactly It's something that
you have got to learn
sAnd how much can / earn by it?'
"Well. let's see" thoughtfully re-
marked Miss Crutchett. 81 should
think you might make as much as
s25 month; perhaps more
And be at home all the time? No
car fare, no perpetual new boots and
gloves, no lunches to buy?n
Gwen so" beamed Miss Crutchet.
Mabel flung hcr book in the air,
and deity caught it again with a
cry of delight.
"Tell me what it is, she coaxed.
"Don't for pity sake keep me wait
ing"
Miss Crutchett sat calmly down,
united her bonnet strings, took off
her gloves and rolled them neatly
up, one within the other, then she
gave her spectacles an extra polish
and took two fat little volumes out
of her pocket"
"Here are your text books, said
she. master the contents of these
and your trade is learned"
Mabel made a feverish snatch at
the books. One was ga Complete
House Book the other was aThe
Manual of Cookery"
Her countenance fell.
Miss Crutchet,' she cried, "you
are making game of me"
aNot in the least, said Miss
Crutchet. al mean every word
that l say, and 1 am now ready to
prove it. There is no way in which
a wife can help her husband so sat
isfactory as in the details of home
life. Take my advice, Mabel. Go
down stairs and dismiss that inefi-