Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1890-02-15

help him out Of the slough of despond
into which he was graduai;y settling.
What was | to do about it? Was 1t my
duty to submit tamely to such usurpa-
ton as thisg
Miles" 1 cried when the good old
woman was safely tucked up in bed In
our ting guest chamber, has she come
to-stay? 2"
why, my dear" said my husband,
alphabetically. she has nowhere else
to go. Ny sister, Corisande, won't
have her in Chicago and my brother,
Tom, quarreled with her long ago. But
she is avery good woman. She brought
Us all up
"Oh. yes, know, but-what is to
become of my German TRANSACTIONS? my
/ So a week?"
Il rather think You'll have to give up
that idea, Hannah, said Miles.
And settle down into mere cook
q drudge housekeeper?
a home-maker, dear, for Aunt
Vashti and me- said Miles, fondly TAX
ing my hand. But / ierked it from
him and ran away to hide my tears IN
the secrecy of the little three-cornered
cupboard behind the stairs.
/ cried all night long. | thought the
! problem over and towards daylight |
made up my mind. OF what use was
my promise at the altar to love, to
honor and obev if | could not reconcile
mvselfto such question as this? Yes,
[ must accept Aunt Nashti Voorhees,
and make the best of her. | must give
up my dreams of independence and
work ON in the old treadmill OF house
keeping duties.
Itwould be difficult to put into words
the pangs which this sacrifice cost me.
Perhaps some reader who has passed
through the same heart ordeal may COM
prehend them. At all events, rose
early the next morning, and prepared
the daintiest breakfast knew how to
cook
Thee is good housekeeper,
Hannah" said Aunt Yashti, with an APP
proving nod, as she took her seat at the
table and glanced around the sunshiny
little room, where the canary sang and
the window glass shone like diamond
, sheets.
ran after my husband when he
started for his office and overlook him
on the stairs.
{ miles, said I, I've been wrestling
with the evil spirit within me"
Il saw that something troubled you
, Puss, he answered, kindly stroking my
hair.
| But I'm conquered, | whispered.
"Ill give up the German TRANSACTIONS
and devote myself to making you happy
And I'll be very, very good to Aun
1 Yashti
He stopped over and kissed me. NJ
2 own good little girl, said he.
? That was reward enough for me
Miles was not a very great talker, bu
4 every word he uttered carried weigh
with it.
+ | trimmed the wicker chair with rib
bons, and bought some chintz in prett,
/ shades of olive and maroon to make cur
: tains for Aunt Nashti's room. AS | wa
s hemming them the old woman hersel
S came in.
Q "Thee is making my room very pretty
a Hannah" said she,
II want to make it seem like home
I Aunt Vashti, | answered smilingly.
r Thee is kinder to me than my nephey
h Thomas wife. or even my own nice
Il Corisande, in the city of Chicago.
i might almost fancy thee was my daugh
ter. But listen, Hannah: l am but
g pilgrim and stranger here in thi
!. great wicked Babel of New York. | al
l. on my way to settle in Vermont, wher
r. there is little colony of Friends vel
G. known to me. And | have not bee
altogether truthful with thee and Mile,
is my child though | have in no cas-
As sullied my lips with falsehood
Y Not truthful, Aunt Nashti? | II
tered.
,r Not altogether, my child, | said
at has pleased Thomas, CorisanGe an
D. Miles. all three of them, to imagine
why [ know nOt-that / was very poo
le [ do not deny that in my days [ hay
in suffered poverty; but of late the lit
garden that owned in the suburb
?" St Louis has been cat up into city 10
1u and purchased of me at price tn
seems little short of marvellous in n
eyes. When | unite with colony
Friends of which | spoke to thee a fe
7 hundred dollars will be all that | sha
We require. Here in this bank book is Il
residue of my little fortune. Thee
welcome to it, Hannah-thee and Mill
h. for thee was ready to welcome me,
/ thee believed in poverty, and to sha
thy scrip and thy crust cheerfully wi
Ito me"
10. But, Aunt Vashh, can't take it
en- Thee will have to, Hannah! Tn
cannot help thyself! As for me, | shi
to rejoice to be rid Of the dross" sa
Aunt Nashti, calmly.
Ak In the handbook there was an
,rd count of little over five hundred d.
to- lars. In vain was Miles protest
lie vain my circumstances. For quiet {
stinacy ! do believe a Quakeress exc,
the world. She went to her Colony
be- Friends" like nun disappearing int
nv. convent, but she left her gold behil
hit. greatly to the disgust Of Corisande a
for Mr.. and Mrs. Thomas.
Neither did we break mp houseke'
sa- ing. The next day after Aunt Wash
ike departure ] received letter from
ind publisher, suggesting that ! should IA