St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-11-15
New York World.

After she bod recovered from the effects
of that method of existence, she decided
to try fiat in Harlem. After ALL one
needs home" she said. with an air of
dOmesticity very delightful to behold.
She furnished flat darker than
tunnel and about as big as goOd-sized
pocket handkerchief. For time all
went we'll. Suddenly Mrs. Won Serb
bier began to speak bitterly of janitOrS,
CRYING babies, yelping pups and other
| plaques. She manifested such disdain
that her friends looked knowingly at
each other and said: sit must be about
time for Kate to make another change"
This prophecy was not vain. Mrs.
Won Scribbler announced triumphantly
to her cOterie that she had bought
place in Jersey and proposed to build
"a little cottage-a mere box, YOU
know
If any suggestion of inconvenience in
train service was offered, Mrs. Won
Scribbler looked severely at the Of
| fender and asked cOldly if anything
could be worse than the Sixth avenue l.
! trains.
ITS no use," said her friends, kate
| is determined to try it. She will have
| her own way"
For several months the lady gushed
| over the country. the scenery. the views
| she was to have from windows and YER
| andas. She had her house photographed
| while being built and sent its counter
| felt preSentment to her friends. She
talked good bit about vegetable gar
| denS and fresh eggs; decided to keep
| pig which was to be named for her
! dearest woman friend, and have fresh
| blue ribbon tied around its neck every
| day, bought books on poultry and aston
| iShed her admirers by telling them
] when TO plant onions.
, but if you raise vegetables. pigs and
| hens. when-er-will you write?' asked
! one of her friends over the lunch table.
! Mrs. Won Scribbler hesitated mo-
ment. Then her face frightened. Il
will write winters, and the summers
will devote to roses, pigs, chickens and
| -and-squash," she added with a
| thoughtful air, while the rest of the
| group shrieked with laughter.
The lease of Mrs. Won Scribbler's
fiat ran out before her "box'' was fin
ished. Never mind" she said to her
| other half, 1--WE will move out at once"
The ''Other half' murmured some
thing about the place being in such an
Internal mess. "A mere nothing" said
Mrs. Won Scribbler, briskly. Il can
rough il beautifully" 1.-The doors
aren't even hung, DEAR" ventured this
lOng-suffering man. mo matter. no
! matterD returned his spouse; "a door
or two makes no difference"
A day or so later Mrs. Won ScribhIer
sat among her gOOaS and chattelS like
Marius amid the ruins of Carthage. She
looked grimly at the plasterer as he
stood upon her writing desk to patch
the ceiling. which the plumber had
jammed. With ali icy glare she re-
| garded the painters spill oil, yarniSh
| log
was not until the mason had broken her
pet Statuette with his trpwel as he laid
the bricks in the dining room hearth
| aud the furnace men had. by mistake,
burned some of her manuscripts when
they built the trial fire, that Mrs. Won
Scribbler lost ner temper
One morning Mrs. Won Scribber
wished go up to town OH an early train.
The blinds had not been hung. and the
only curtain in the house consisted of a
| lap-rObe stretched to its utmost limit
across the bay window of the lady's Cwn
| room. She entered this room to change
her gown. The carpenters were putting
lock on the doors. She caught up her
! frock and hat and tried another room.
| La. d painter peered at her through the
window. In despair she retreated to
the library. A man was staining the
| door. "Will you have the goodness"
she Salu, With an awful calm. TO 20
| and paint the cellar stairs while
| change my gown?''
The man gave one look at the set,
white face. seized his paint pot and fed.
When Mrs. Van Scribbler's friends
| had urged, among other drawbacks to
! country living, the scarcity of help, they
had been met with scOrn. ''YOu can
| get servants anywhere" the lady said,
IF you pay enough
This idle speech came back to her
| now, when. after securing the neigh
borhOOd for a servant, she was forced TO
| fall back on young woman with palpi-
tation of the heart and a soul above her
station, who would come in for a few
hours each day. For the rest. the lady
tied black handkerchief over her
thick brown braidS, pinned up the tail
of her red gown, took q broom and fell
| upon each loom in succession.
''Do, dear Kate. come in and have
luncheon " it'll us" wrote one OF Mrs.
Won Scribbler's friends about this time
Il suppose you are all settled in your
lovely new home, and will hate TO leave