The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-01-02

body knew how many times . day,
with leather bag and whistle. II peo-
pie wanted their mails at Copperedge
Farm they had to 60 after them.
aaMrs. Copperedge was hustling
around the bright kitchen, busted in
getting tea ready-a savory meal that
meant hot wafflee, honey, cold roast
pork and ounce jam. Mrs. Copper
edge prided herself on her abilities as
a housekeeper. All day long she had
been dyeing carpet-rags for a master
piece OF carpet, which she was medi-
tating-a wedding present to Melinda
Ann, who was soon to be married to
a well-to-do young farmer otthe neigh
borhood-and now she came into the
room just in time to- catch the con-
tents OF her husbands letters.
"Whatl" said Mrs. Copperedge,
1'your mother coming to live with us2
Copperedge, never shall consent to
that, in the world"
Mr.. Copperedge sat serenity gazing in
to the fire, apparently quite undis-
turbed by this expression of his wife's
sentiments.
"Why not2" said he.
"Wby not?" shrilly echoed his wife.
THAT'S mans question all over.
Do look like person to be domin-
eered over and dictated to by a mother.
in law2v
.s...No,n said her husband, composed
Nv, al can't say you do, Phoebe Jane.
But my mother don't want to DOM
ineer and dictate-so there's pair OF
you'll"
mo, there ANTI" said the lady.
~And there never will be, what's
morel'
II think" said Mr.. Copperedge, re-
fectively, "she would like the south
room in the wing. You don't use it
for anything now"
"And where am to keep my. feath-
Sr-beds and spare pillowsi" indignant
ly demanded his wife. 1.-THE south
room 10 one of all others that can't
spare"
"The west chamber, theni" suggest
ed the farmer.
"Pm calculating to keep summer
boarders in that next season." said
Mrs. Copperedge, with depressed lips.
"The little settin'-room, out OF the
Dig garlorr
when quilt or weave" declared Mrs.
sCogperedse.
his vile.
al guess, Phoebe Jane, said he, ''the
trouble is there amt no room for my
mother in your heart. II there was
free quarters there, there wouldn't be
no trouble in. finding room in the old
farm-housep'
You may as we'll write to her that
she cant come" said Phoebe Jane.
1.She'sgot other children. Let her 60
10 them.
And she hustled out of the room,
while her better half sat still before
the FIRE, without muscle of his face
stirring or becoming relaxed.
HE has got such an obstinate
streak through him" said she to her.
sself. "But guess what ] have said
will make some impression on him.
Ono thing know; I'll have no peep
ing prying, meddIing old mother-in-
hw'Abouts this house." IA
But as Mrs. Copperedge sat down
to her patchwork that evening q curl.
ohs <recoIloct<on, half painful, hall
IpleasurabH, Nof her own good old
mother, who had died twenty odd
years ago, shot across her memory.
She had never seen this mother OF her
husband. Copperedge was not man
20 b communicative on the subject
Of HE family relations, but she knew
that he both loved and honored this
venerable old matron.
"But for all that think ! am
right, +" said Mrs. Copperedge to her
esli. always said wouldn't tole-
r&to ; mother-in- and ] won'ti''
While her husband sat opposite her
calmly reading the papers, and from
TIE adjoining "best parlor," where a
1ro had been kindled. the voices OF
{ golinda Ann and her SWAN, Mr..
zuius Hodgman, could ever and anon