The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-06-01

lea was ready in cheerful little
room. where vail of white and buff
honeysuckles swayed to and fro be-
tween them and the sunset, and an
ideal banquet of buttermilk, biscuit,
fresh strawberries and cream, and
newly baked sponge-cake was spread
on the table. And afterwards she
and Tom sat on tie porch and listened
to the song of the whip-poor-will. and
watched the moon rise, and Emily
could have shed tears to think of poor,
dead Clarissa, who was the first wife,
and who never could sit by Toms side
and be happy any more.
The next morning, after breakfast,
the white-aproned maid came to Mrs.
Arden with the keys.
I'm ready, now, ma am" said she,
"to show you where the closets are,
and whereabouts the things are kept "
but | am busy just now, " said the
bride, who was taking fine laces out of
her trunk. and arranging them in the
bureau drawers.
"rm sorry, ma am" said Jane,
"but I've got to leave in the noon
train, and
"To leaver' echoed Mrs. Arden.
"Why, Jane, where are yeu goingp
Aren't you my maidp"
"No, ma'am" said Jane, smiling
and dimpling. Il was only hired just
to come here until you and the master
got back. I've regular work, ma am,
in the factory"
"Who hired your
"The old lady, ma am-Mr. Arden s
mother. She that lives down in the
cottage by the factory. It's her,
ma am, as always looks after things
here"
Emily opened her eyes wider and
wider. ssa
"But who is to do the work." said
she.
"Why, you, ma am, of course" ex-
planned Jane. 1.-THE old lady don
believe in hired girls. She says there $
no reason why a healthy, smart young
woman shouldn't do the work herself.
And perhaps there isn't, ma am, when
one comes to think of it,, added Jane,
smoothing down her apron. amy
how, ma am, that's what the old lady
says"
but what has the old lady got to
do with itP'' persisted Mrs. Arden,
still bewildered.
"Well, ma am" said Jane, uEeasily
lingering the key basket, "it amt my
business to meddle with what dom
concern me, but you seem such nice
spoken, pleasant lady, and it does seem
a pity you should be put upon; and |
may as we'll tell you now that it was
that killed Mr.. Arden's first wife,
"What!" cried the bride
"Hard work, ma'am,' said Jane.
"You see, she was q delicate young
lady; and Mr.. Ardens mother, she
couldn' tsee why Mrs. Thomas shouldn't
do just what she had done about the
house, never once stopping to think as
she was as strong as q cart-horse and
Mrs. Thomas was slim and feeble.
But she had a brave spirit, had Mrs.
Thomas, and she wouldn't own IS she
was doing too much, till one day she
just dropped and died. The neighbors,
ma am, they said it was worse than
murder. But the old lady's will was
law!'
81 see" said Emily, slowly; and she
went to work arranging the laces once
more. II am sorry to lose you, Jane,
but we must not 60 against the old
lady's wishes"
She got the tea herself that night-a
pretty, appetizing meal-and then she
preached to her husband the alien
crossing subject that was occupying
her own mind.
"Tom," said she, "what am l to do
for servant?,.
"A servant, my dearP" said Tom.
"Why, what do we want of servants
hereP There's only you and me-"
Eyes, but, Tom"
land my mother has always done
her own work." went on the young
husband, in disturbed way. why
shouldn't you do the same? Can a
woman ever be better employed than
in discharging the duties of her own
household"
II never did it before, Tom.
"But you are turning over o new
leaf in life now, my darling, pleaded
Tom. And my mother says
Never mind what your mother
says, Tom," said Mrs. Arden, com.
pressing her lips slightly. If goa
wish it, that is enough.
She rose early the next morning and
prepared an excellent breakfast. L
was true that the ashes of the previous
nights fire were unremoved, and thai
Tom had entirely forgotten to split any
kindlings, but Emily made out some
how. 1t is in emergencies only thai
some peoples genius develops itself.
"My DEAR" said Tom, your coffee i:
excellent. And these griddle cakes arc
delicious.
II am glad you like them," sale
Mrs. Arden.
Mr.. Arden strolled over the place
before he took the ten o'clock train to
the city. He gave directions to the
gardener about the roses. and instruct
ed the stableman to be at the depot te
meet the five o clock afternoon train
II shall come UP early" he said. AND
then he came back to the house tt
leave goodbye kiss for his wife, wht
was sweeping the parlor.
Don't ove-work yourself, darling,
he said.
"No, dear, l won't" said Emily, re
arranging the little pink cambria cal
that his caress had tipped to one side
She herself was at the depot to NEE
him when the five o'clock train from
the city steamed into the little station
and very pretty she looked in her white
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