Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1889-05-22
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Every one said Gabrielle Grey would be
unhappy trying to live in the same house
with her mother-in-law. They argued that
domestic peace could not exist under such
circumstances, but Gabrielle, who loved her
husband sincerely, resolved to make her
case the exception to the rule.
1t was very hard at first to give up her
piano because old Mrs. Grey objected to
music, but she interested herself in running
the farm economically, and was SO much
wrapped up in her domestic affairs as to
have very little time for amusements.
All work and 60 play would have produc.
ed the usual results in her case, if she had
not asked permission to paint. She had
studied at the Art League, and there was a
beautiful trout pool by the mill that offered
a picturesque study.
''Why, I've no objections" said Mrs.
Grey.
"Of course, won't let it interfere with
my house work." said Gabrielle wistfully
ssTo be sure not, because you are saving
a hired girls wages, and every young wife
ought to look out for economy"
iEOh, of course" said Gay.
"But as you have taken hold so willing
w." added the old lady, 'and have helped
me so much around the house, was telling
John this morning that would just soon
have your piano over here. amt particul-
arly partial to piano music, but it does seem
too bad for you to have to walk across that
swampy meadow to Mr.. Harwood's every
time you want to play tune. So the
piano is to be brought over here this after
noon."
Nv 49, Az 5ooroa+ ,oo+hor that arar
was! cried Gay, hugging the old lady until
she cried out for mercy on her neatly frilled
cap borders.
And when, in the soft, orange twilight,
Gay sat and played "Bonnie Doom" and
sCruel Barbara Allen" and all the sweet,
sad ballads which were interviewer with
memories of the old lady's youthful days,
the tears stole quietly down her withered
cheeks.
'G'm glad the piano is here" said she
81 only wish we had sent for it before. l
declare to goodness, it seems to talk to 0 ne
as if it were alive!'
So the bright year of roses and red au-
tumn leaves wore itself away. So the snow
came, soft and pearly white, and the crocus
buds and irises lifted their green spears
once again through the freshenipg earth.
"Tve been making up my accounts, !"
said Mrs. Grey one evening, in a tone of
triumph. ''Now, you know, Gabrielle, I've
always told you what an economy it was to
do our own homework"
SIN everything but time" said Gay,
laughing.
ooh, dear me! what is our time worth?'
cried Mrs. Grey. "Nothing, except to save
our husbands money with. But look heIe,
my dear. We have economised exactly
1919, counting girls wages and her board
Two hundred and nineteen dollars! Only
think of that"
"But we have worked hard for it," OBJ
served Gay, as she sat with her check rest
ing GA her hand, in the blaze of hickory
logs which the chilly May evening rendered
not unpleasant.
"Ob, yes, we've risen early, and laid
down late, and stepped briskly around"
acknowledged Mrs. Grey. There's no
denying that there's a deal of work to be
done on place like this. And I'm not by
any means as young as l once was. But
just see what we've sayedl'
"And now, mother" said John, kindly
stroking the wrinkled hand that lay on the
cushioned arm of the rocking chair" "Gay
has been making up her accounts"
"Yes, mother" said Gay, "I've sent the
picture of the trout pool to New York
do you think?"
"Well, l don't know" said Mrs. Grey.
SIT wasn't so much bigger than our p2rlor
fre-board. Ten dollars, perhaps"
"Oh, more than that!' said Gay, with
sparkling eyes. SIT was sent to the Acad
envy of Design. And it sold for $500"
''Thres-hundred-d P'repeatedAlr
Grey in amazement. "What--a little pic
ture like that! That you painted at odd
times up in the north garrett bedroom, when
the homework was doneP'
EXACTLY, said gleeful John, putting his
arm fondly around the waist of blushing
Gabrielle. ''Our little girl here is genius,
mother. And now, what do you say about
it? Shall it be Homework or art for the fu-
3. ture2''
Mrs. Grey leaned over and kissed Ga
brielle tenderly on the forehead.
setting all my lifelong ideas and notions,
but, cid as am, amt too old to learn.
Well keep hired girl after this, and you
shall have all your time to paint pictures,
for do believe it will pay better than max
ing BUTTER
81 should think So" said John, radiant
'But you know" added the mother in,
law, shines have changed since was a
girl. We women never were able to earn
money like that in my day. It is great
gift, Gay, but 1 think you deserve it,"
"And l have learned how to be a FIRST
class little housskeeper, too, now, haven't
l, mother?" said Gay, nesting up to the
old lady.
Eyes, dear, yes,n said Mrs. Grey. "And
1 AN proud of you, l never thought, when
John brought you home, that should get
SO fond of you. You are like the wife in
Scripture dear-the one of whom the Good
Book says: The heart of her husband doth
safely trust in her.
For little Gabrielle Gley had conquered
the domestic citadel after all.
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In CHIcAao.-Stranger Can you tell me
me what that sound is
Policeman Pm slightly deaf and d ,nt
hear If What ie il like