Nevada County picayune., 1892-04-07

NobSi, it Sdlt' btiC 1911 dbN
t thing better"
r Fanny has already done that,
replied the wife. 1T was her owl
1 suggestion.
} "Oh," calculated Mr.. Henderson
: with increasing appreciation of his
: niece.
: "And she insists upon ironing. A
| pretty mess she'll make of it,"
, well, maybe not, Mr.. Hender
son said in quiet tone. II watched
her little while. Matte, you are
good ironer, but she is your
equal. {"
"Oh, nonsense, George!" ex-
claimed his wife. "Reared in the
city, as she has been'--
Didn't necessarily make her a
lazy, silly, novel reading imbecile, .
interrupted her husband. Perhaps
we haven't been just to Fanny. l
think size is a solid, energetic, capa-
Bile sort of a girl, and it is lucky that
she came"
"Well, l hope it may prove so, "
doubtingly rejoined his wife.
George, there's the butterl -
"I'll churn that" he said. 'We IL
get along. Just you keep your mind
at ease. You will get about much
sooner if you do
Fanny Atwood prepared dinner'
now and then slipping into the sit
ting room to wet the bandage and to
chat in her CHEEKY way with her pa
tient.
On the third day Mrs. Henderson
was able to hobble to the kitchen,
where she found everything in the
most excellent order.
Look at my currant jelly" Fan
ny proudly SAID, as she held mp one
of the glass jars to the light. 1t was
translucent and bright as ruby tint
ed wine.
"Itis very nice" Mrs. Henderson
said. "How much sugar did you
take
Pound for pound" replied Fan
ny. Il wasn't extravagant, was
~"
"You were wise" her aunt SAID
with smile. e
She opened the door leading into
the cellar.
Fanny, did you whitewash the
stairway" she asked, in sur
prise.
"Yes, auntie. 1t needed it.
knew you meant to do it, for l saw
you had Stacked the lime. Isn't it
nicely done?"
Very nicely Mrs. Henderson
said. "But it wasn't right for you
to do it. Surely your hands -
Look at them Fanny said,
laughing. They are as white and
soft as any lady's. Iput gloves on
and then | have sort of dainty way
Of working. can do it well with
out pitching into it all over. l have
A kuack, as mother calls it. III it
was right for you to whitewash the
cellar way, it WAS right for me to
whitewash it. l came here to help
you and to spare you: to ride the
horses, to go to the mill with Uncle
George, and to make myself useful
and-welcome If you are not go
ing to let me work, or have any fun,
III 90 right back to New York "
She spoke with voluable earnest
ness, her gestures rapid, her dimples
dancing.
Mrs. Matte Henderson sat down
in chair and cried.
why, aunt, what is the matterF'
asked Fanny, her brown eyes widen
ing, hope | didn't say anything
to-
No, dear, you didn't" replied
Mr.. Henderson in broken voice.
Il am crying because am ashamed
Of myself because | have been sc
unklnd to you in nv thoughts.
supposed that YOU would annoy me
aud hinder me that you would be
helpless, selfish, fault finding; that
you"
But YOU think more kindly of me
now, do you not;" interrupted Fan
rs. her hands moving caressingly
over her aunt's hair.
Most certainly | do, replieC
Mr.. Henderson eNplosiyely. Tina
i Why / confess my injustice-whl
/ want 10 make amends, why p
Don't mind Il, aunty, said tn
sweet, forgiying, sympathetic voice
"a don't censure you, and It's al
. right nov There may be-and, il
Tact. There are rc-listless, frivolous
. h,.f,l IS girl ia cities but l am no