Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1890-10-23
POOR THING!
BY EMMA C. HEWITT.

was urea, on, SO urea ana cross; on, |
SO very cross! leave it to you if had |
not good reason! 1t wasn't poor dear
Charles fault, OH dear no. and didn't
blame him one mite, but leave it to you,
if the circumstances were not very irri-
tating.
You see l was a young wife then,
a very young wife, little more than
bride, in fact, having been married only |
six months. We were not poor exactly, |
but we had to be economical, and | had |
such struggling to make things Ego lust |
right" so that accounts might not worry
us. And this month | had come out a
little ahead and was rejoicing in the fact
that l had in hand the money for that
particular sofa for which | had been
waiting ever since | was married. And
then what do you think Charlie came
home the afternoon before, and told me
in a great hurry that there was at the
hotel some old friend of his to whom he
owed so much mot money, you know,
but those kindncsses which money can
never repay, and common decency de-
manded that we should give him and his
wife some kind of entertainment.
l said 80 Charlieln in despair, but it
didn't do one bit of good. Charlie
showed me very kindly Charlie always
does things in the lovelest kind of way
that the party was not a matter of choice
it was necessity; and further that it
must be given the next evening, as the
bride and groom would leave the day
after. OF course | saw the philosophy
and succumbed to Charities Judgment
Il always make point of succombing to
Charlies judgment, albeit | don't always
see the philosophy, though do honestly
try my best) and flew around accord
ingly. But l looked sadly at my little
pile of bills which | knew would be so
awfully diminished by that time two
days later.
put on my best bib and tucker, and
called on the bride, then returned to the
house, wrote my invitations, hunted up
small boy to deliver them, then sat down
to think.
In this l was not unaided by my maid
of all work, Betty Dcenan; indeed if it
had not been for the wise counsels of
that prime minister the royal household
would have gone to pieces long ago and
the queen have retired in ignominious
disgrace.
Well we planned and talked and
settled till we were dizzy, but we " got
things fixed, " so that there was nothing
to do the next day but get ready.
Now If there was one thing in which
Betty Deenan eXcelled, it was in chicken
salad. No caterer could ever hope to
make it better, nor wiring from her, her
recipe. | had tried all the arts and
Establishments known to womankind
Love me she did and faithfully, did
Betty Deenan; go through fire and water
to serve me would she, but tell me
the secret of her chicken salad she
wouldn't. Make it she would, any time
and every time; but let me make it she
wouldn't. | might cut the chicken for
her and wait on her. etc, but that was
all. When it came to dressing she re-
tired by herself and concocted it, as | al
ways strongly suspected, with some
magic incantation.
Suddenly dropped my knife and fork,
with which was reducing the anatomy
of a chicken to shreds.
Betty" said in a solemn tone, "the
silverl"
"'The silver, mem Shure and what
ever do yez mean?
"The silver isn't cleaned, Betty,n |
exclaimed in a sepuchral whisper
1t was Betty's turn to look aghast and
drop the knife and fork
Sure an it's disgrace to look at,
'mem!" she said, with despair in her
tone.
Don't know that, Betty Decnan
And don't | know we were going to
clean 1t all up tomorrow But that
doesn't make it fit to use to-ni0ht ,rnnlicd