The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-09-09

! home. Anonadab was forehanded and
belonged to a good family, and the
old folks thought it would be a good
match Silury didn't realize what she
was goin' into, nor how hard her little
hands would get playin' on wash
board instead Of piano. She's smart,
and she's got grit. / hope she'll get
her way. That boy of hers will make
his mark in the world. Those great
eyes and that broad forehead want
given him for nothin'."
Il suppose Mr.. Arrowshooter will be
! looking for a housemaid," said Miss
Scrub who occasionally accepted a
kitchen situation lust to aceommo-
date" ''He won't get me. He deserves
to have try at homework and then
he'll have more sympathy for Silury."
A glance of intelligence passed round
the circle. Lets stand by Silury,'
said Mrs. Fairplay, who had a vein OF
humor in her composition. ''I'll send
those advertisements to my brother,
who edits the County Sentinel Well
watch the fun and see how many
women will dare to invade Mr.. Arrow
shooters premises"
A hearty laugh rang through the
room and .nerciless Jokes were cracked
at Mr.. Arrowshooter's expense which
would have dashed his self-complacen-
cy if he had heard them. A labor
league was formed then and there. Sill
ury had Sadherents she never dreamed
of having when she mustered courage
to leave home on a strike.
Her cousin Amelia kept a genteel
boarding house in a neighboring city.
She had corresponded with Mrs. Ar
rowshooter from the time they were
schoolgirls together and fully under
stood her peculiar trials. When Silury,
in desperation. said she was tempted
to strike and go where she. could edu-
cate her son. Cousin Amelia offered
her twenty-five dollars a month and
the board of her son if she would take
charge of her kitchen and captivate
the boarders with mullins and chops
iciously as Silury.
One bright morning when Mr.. Arrow
shooter went to the village to get his
horse shod, Mrs. Arrowshooter and her
son went in an opposite direction to a
railway station and took the first train
for the city.
On his return Mr. Arrowshooter
found deserted house, fireless kitch-
en- and on the clock a note, short but
expressive: Gone for higher wages"
Let her go!" he shifted, contemptu-
ously. 81 shan't run after her"
He made no attempt to find her and
felt no anxiety about the result of the
affair until he saw the bit of sarcasm
in the News saucily defying his au-
thority.
Silurah was shrewd. She knew her
husband received the evening News,
and when the morning edition APP
peared with Mr.. Arrowshooter's ad-
vertisement, she fastened to the Office
with her reply and arranged that it
should be printed under her husbands
insertion. The editor saw the point
and consented, wisely inferring that
more would follow, and that others be-
sides himself would watch the novel
conflict.
Silurah had been away from home a
week. Her husband thought she
would relent and come back by Satur-
day night, but he was mistaken. Her
note of defiance signified war, for Mr..
Arrowshooter was mot the man to be
bossed by woman. Women were in
ferior to men. Their brains were
smaller and weighed less. Men were
made to be the head of the family, and
he, Anonadab Arrowshooter, would be
master of his own house"
He began to tire of the continual
round of kitchen duties, for, although
he shirked as many as possible, and his
wife had left a good parcel of cooked
food, still ne and Sam had hearty appe-
tites and they hadn't made the Wet
uals go as far as they might, seem as
he didn't think Silury'd be gone SO
long"
The bill of fare was growing monot-
onous, as his knowledge of cooking
was limited to fried ham. pork and po-
tatoes. The advertisement decided
him. He harnessed his horse aud
started to hire a girl. If he had been a
woman he would have had some slight
idea of the herculean task before him;
he would have entered upon his search
with less self-confdence, and with a
clearer knowledge of the market value
of domestic help.
He first asked Il neighbor if she could
tell him where to find a maid. His
wife had gone away for a spell. His
work was beginning to drive and he
wanted some help for week or two.
This bit of diplomacy did not deceive
the lady. She had attended the sewing
circle. She replied cautiously; she did
not know where to direct him. Good
girls We're scarce. Maybe he could get
Mary Ann Tompkins. Mary Ann went
out nursing sometimes and generally
did the homework if the woman didn't
keep help. Mary Ann was particular;
it was doubtful if he could get her, but
it would do no harm to try"
This advice involved a ride of four
miles. Mary Ann opened the door,
eyed him sharply as he told his
GRAND, and blandly answered. "she
didn't wish to hire out much less to
i've on farm. She was going to work
IN a shop. A girl was fool to do
homework when she could go into
shop. Perhaps he could get girl in
French girl wanted a
place"
Another drive of two miles in an op-
posite direction ended in an interview
with black-eyed, slatternly girl who
lid the questioning in short sentences.
Live on farm? Make butter?