South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1888-11-09

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER ., 1888.
MRS. Holmes Help.

marry the girl II you choose, for I
can't prevent that but / repeat that
if you do she nor you shall new.
err find q bone beneath my roof |!
That's ali I've got to say"
But, father, what is your objection
to Miss Weston?'
Amt she a city girl, sir?'
Granted. Blu, is that crime or
o disgrscef'
Doesn't she year her hair fr,zz cd
aud crimred over her forehead like
our two-yesr old bull, and a water.
fall, as you call it (sneerin gly). on
the top O. her head, big enough to
ho,d one o your mothers apple.
dumplings?'
Really. sir
Yes, really. sir. you can't deny IL!
What can a city girl do but paw the
piany and wrigsle about in her fiuery
and turn up her nose at everything
good aud useful? No siri Go and
marry the girl. if you please but she
shall never come here To idle about
and give herself airs and be walked
upon like a princess. That's all I've
got to say! concluded the old gen
,leman, stamping vigorously out Of
the kitchen TO look after things in
the barnyar,!.
All this disc se-that Is, of
course, the matter OF it, me rely soft
ened and doubly refned-did Rich
ard Holmes find himself compelled
to repeat TO Clara Weston, ON his
next weekly visit to the city.
lie Was a young country doctor
who had but recently obtained his
diploma 10 the city, where he had
met with AMI become engaged to
pretty Miss Weston.
He had nothing but talent to be-
gin Oh for his father, though rich,
was psrsimonious as regarded mon
ey. Yet, living at home Oil the farm.
as his parents desired he should do,
his expenses would be few and he
might soon get into q good prsctice.
Clara did not look hurt at all or
offended when told Mr.. Holmes, SIS
idea of the capacities of city girls.
On tho contrary. she laughed and
seemed quite amused.
so your futher thinks must be a
mere doilP Do you know, Richard,
that father calls me a famous little
hou sekeeper, and that it was who
made tue rolls and cake we had for
tear
You! Is it possible, dariing?'
exclaimed tie delighted Richard.
Aud would wager you anything
you please that could be If more
use to your mother til an tho most
accomplished help she can hire n the
country continued the girl.
suppose We try. that, suggested
The love-, with sudden brigh, idea.
So they talked it over and agreed
to little plan that was 10 effect this
desirable consummation; the fret
step to which was d private marriage,
known but to Miss Weston's own
family.
'Humph!' m,t'ered Farmer
Ii lines, looking askance at the new
help which his vile had engaged-
'bumph she don't look fit for much
with such hands and such a waist
'Fi1p Why, you haven't an idea Of
all SHE'S done TO day. answered Mrs.
Holmes, enthusiastically. 'She has
swept the parlor carpet with a damp
broom dipped in something or other
"A little um in it, belieye-and
made the colors come ou. as fresh and
clean as when twas new. She has
cleaned up tue old gilt frames that I
wan cd regiltodJ until they shine like
gold ; and told mo how could make
better pudding with less eggs
That very pudding you praised a,
dinner-and now she's altering the
pattern of my new dress And. in.
deed, poor Mrs. Holmes felt as il a
burden Of daily care was removed
from her shoulders; and she became
quite grateful and attached to tae
pretty. cheerful, ob'iging girl. She
only wilhed that she had such a
daughter, she added, sighing; and
the wonder to her was that Richard
should be so Indifferent to Miranda.
since he appeared TO have given up
all thought Of that city girl, Miss
Weston.
Dick said Squire Holmes, poking
in lie ashes with the end of his cane,
Dick, you don't go TO sec that Girl,
Miss Weston, now, ebT
mo- sir, said Dick, demurely.
Glad Of it. Thought you'd take
sensible vilw Of it In Time. Still.
ayoung fellow like you ought 10 get
married.
Il agree With you, sir, said the
doctor.
If you could find suitable girl,
now, suggested the Squire, cautio rs.
ly; "a tidy, industrious, smart, goo I.
tempered, gOod-lookiog-'
Deer me, fatherp interrupted
Dick,in tone Of astonishment,'w where
on earth am | To find such a comb.
nation of perfection>?
Why said the old man, looking
up sharply, there's Mirandy, for in
stance.
On" said the doctor, turning over
the leaves OF big book.
Yes, cir; and nicer girl couldn'G
no fonnI THE aaEo - a.,