The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1888-06-10
A WIFE'S CONFUSION.

OF you. Come when | NAV, find tn
mouse as neat as band-box, and m
little wife as fresh as rose. like the
Nell. I've always thought that if any
thing could put me out of temper wit
woman | loved it would be to com
home aud find the house topsy -turvy
and my wife in a soiled wrapper an.
with a rough head. Little woman
you're treasure, and I'm proud o
you"
And Edward Hastings kissed hi
pretty bride until her cheeks glowec
like the red June roses out in the sun.
shine.
She was very happy, much pleased
AND battered at her husbands praises
| They had just been married six
months, and Nell was a pattern for al
| housewives.
She arose with the birds that made
their nest in the great apple tree, and
dld her house work in the early morn
ing hours.
Come when he might, her husband
always fouEd his little home in order.
the cupboard stored with something
GOOD to eat, and his wife dressed in a
fresh wrapper, with flower in her hair
and smile Of welcome on her fair
face.
"It there is one thing more likely To
L DrHV0EH f. lin q -
Oh, lingering moment ia the sunny
portico, his arm around her wnist at
Is to bring a FREUD home to dinner or
luncheon. and find everything out O.
SORTS. Now there's Gravesley: his
Rlte's line woman when you see her
nut-s snowy woman, always we'll
dressed. Well, Grayesley invited me 10
lunch that day We went out together
went, but l was sorry enough for it.
Such house as we found all heels
overhead, and caught sisht Of the
mistress disappearing up the stairs in
curl papers and slippers. She was in
disposed AID could not see US, the girl
SAID. We lunched on bread and chees ),
and Gravesley, poor fellow, though he
said nothing, looked exceedingly an
noyed. should have been angry. II
thlhk wife should make it her duty
TO keep house and person in preseata-
ole order, so that her husband, come
when he may. may find her ready to
welcome him."
SO do T. said Nell, smiling up into
his face. You need never to be afraid |
TO invite friend home with you, Ned.
No matter if l don't know, I shall be |
ready to receive you"
Ned gave her wringing kiss.
Very well, little woman, l shall try |
you one of these days-and now must |
run. Goodbye"
She watched him out of sight with
happy eyes, and then went back to her
pretty sitting room and her work table,
a mouth laier the summer was on the
~ane and the fruits were we'll ripened
Jane" said Mrs. Hastings, one
bright morning, returning from the
s2rden gate where she had parted with
ner husband, Il have just looked at the
and they are quite ripe. We
must make our jelly at once. Now,
NIT. 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
o-day. What do you say?"
Il can soon pick The curran,s.
ma am"
can right; suppose you begin. We
won't clean up. now. Let the house
stand, though it is dreadfulIy out of
order. Perhaps We may find time t.
'trslghten up when We get the fruit
Hurry. now, and pick as fast
IS you can, and Ill step over to Browns
ana oreer some sugar and Jars"
Jane obeyed, leaving the breakfast
-oom unswept and the front steps un-
Washed.
1t was high noon before the first ket-
lie OF juice was got in cooking order.
Making curraut jelly was rather more
IT an undertaking than Mrs. Hastings
imagined.
She had seen it made at home under
Ter mothers supervision. and making
herself, she fancied would be quite as
asy.
Dear me how the time flies! Do
Iurry. Jane. What lot there is vet TO
train! But we must get 1t done. I
are say it won't take the Juice long to
h1eken. Mamma used to make it in
% time. What are we to do about
inner, j wonder? We can't COOK the
am-there's no room on the fire. We
lust have make up dinner when we
ave finished. Mr.. Hastings will ex-
use US, am sure.
And, arrayed in her Holland apron.
18th her pretty braids all pushed back
nd her sleeves tucked up above her
bows, Nell worked away with all her
Ugh :, picking boiling and stralnipg. =
ntll her cheeks were flushed and her
cad ached.
Why. Jane. this juice won't jeIIy
1d 1t has boiled solong. What can be
le matter? &
There's something you put in it to
axe ii jelly, think. ma'am."
"Oh, dear. no. Mother never did T
n sure. I'll add more sugar und let
boil another hour. Dear mel
fought We should have had our last
title on by this time. We shall be so
te. and am tired to death now,
lsh l had done as mother said. She
lvised me to send the currants over
ere, and let Hannah make the jelIy. -
It l was sure I could do it myself" y
The steaming kettle boiled another X
,ur.
The summer sun hung above the
cen summit of the poplars.
surely it will jelly now, Jane" said
e weary housewife, pouring some of
Q hot-red liquid into cold water.
But juice 1t remained, for all the w
oking and stewing it had undergone. Il
oh, what shall | do? Surely the N
1T must be bewitched. I've great
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