Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1890-03-20
HER MOTHER-IN-LAW.
The House Is Haunted by Her Be-
nevolent Old Ghost.

nevolent Old Ghost.
"Wedding cards, eh?" said Mrs. Pilot,
examining the natty little documents
that the postman had left on his latest
errand. ''Oh, dear me-some poor soul
is going to be disenchanted.
'Disenchanted, Aunt Louv" spoke up
her pretty niece Miriam, with wide
open eyes.
That's exactly what it amounts to-"
said Mrs. Pilot.
"But, Aunt Lou"
eyes"
II thought you were such an ad-
vocate for matrimony."
$50 / used to be-"
"You loye Uncle Dick, don't you?"
''Of course ! do" said Mrs Pilot, guild
Ing her scissors skillfully through the
folds of rose-colored flannel which were
eventually to be fashioned into babys
cloak.
"And I'm quite sure that he loves
you."
We'll, I suppose that he thinks he
does"
'Then what do you mean by the
groan you gave when you saw those
wedding cards?"
''Ah, dear Mirlam," said Mrs. Pilot,
pushing the red-brown curls out of her
eyes, lit is so hard to explainv'
'But tell me, aunty dearp coaxed
Miriam.
SWELL, there's that brown cashmere
gown of mine that Mrs. Stitchett sent
home this morning There it lies on
the sofa It's love of thing, the
latest color and the most delightful pat
tern, but haven't had the heart to look
at it since Dick took it in. Dick glanced
at the bill and said, in that odd, dry
way of his: Seventeen dollars for
making a dress! My mother always
made her ownp
''It's the way all men talk, Aunt Lou, "
soothed Miriam.
81 stopped yesterday at the bakers
and brought home loaf of sponge cake.
Dick asked me what it was-and when
told him, he remarked, gloomily, that
nobody ever thought of buying cake
when he was boyp"
"That's such trife, Aunt Lou"
''When l spoke of going out to the
Ladies Society this afternoon he
shrugged his shoulders, and observed
that he saw now why had neither time
to bake nor sew-it was all going and
gadding. OF course, after that l re-
mained at home!"
Don't mind him, Aunt LOU" said the
peacemaker. ''It's only dyspepsia"
There's another cause of complaint,
said the wife, laying down the little
sleeve-pattern and cutting deftly around
it. ~ don't cook things as his mother
cooked them! He calls my soup dish
water and my bread 'clock-weights!
Oh, you may laugh, Miriam. So did
at frst--so should now, if the constan
fall of these everlasting drops hadn'
worn deep wound into my heart!
tell you, child, this house is haunted b.
the ghost of Richards mother"
"Is she dead, Aunt Lou?"
mot that know Of" answered Mrs
Pilot. "But she haunts me all tn
same. She lives up near Quebec some
where-and l haven't the least doub
she's very estimable member of sc
ciety. Nevertheless, have horror o
the very mention of her name. NJ
Betsey; didn't tell you WASH at HON
this afternoon?"
"Yes'm," said the hoarse- voiced hant
maiden; "but this amt no calling con
pany. She's come wild two trunks an
handbook atop of cab, num-"
Don't make company of me, m
DEAR" said cozy, confidential voic,
and a portly old lady, with gray cur
on each side of her face, trundled int
the room. 'It's Louisa, isn't it? XII:
me, my dear; Pm Richards mothe
come to surprise him."
All her life long Mrs. Pilot, JUNO
had entertained holy horror {
mothers-in-law; all the years she ha
been married she had secretly rejoice
that Quebec was so many hundreds
miles away from New York; yet in Fl
teen minutes she was sobbing hearth,
with her head on Mrs. Pilot senior
comfortable bombazine shoulder, an
all her little troubled secrets wei
safely confided to this mother-confesso
"Yes, yes, dear; know just how
is" said Mamma Pilot, patting Louisa
head as if she were baby. "Richal
means we'll, but men are men. H
father was just like him. Richard mu
be made to hear reason"
At that moment Betsey presented he
self, robed like unto the Queen of Shet
in all her glory in green gown, scarl'
shawl, a crushed raspberry hat and div
celered mitts
'Plase, ma'am, I'm going now," sai
she And she vanished.
Mamma Pilot opened her pleasant o.
eyes
''Goingln she echoed. Il hope, m
dear, your girl isn't going to leave yo
In this unceremonious manner"
"It's her Thursday afternoon out" e.
planned Louisa, mournfully. I've g.
to go down into the kitchen now an
get dinner"
you'll do nothing of the sort T
dear" said Mamma Pilot Now,
here, IN get dinner! Well SUI
Dick with some of his old mo
cooking, and see il he'll sppreci
any better than he does yours
you betray me, now"
Louisa's eyes sparklsd- &c