The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1892-03-26

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hardship of wives? Those good-for-
nothing servant girls. wish could
wiring the neck of every one of them.
Talk to me about oppression. The
more you do for the wretched crea-
lures the worse they are"
"We may get hold of a good one
after awhile, Jenny"
"Yes, and ! may be so completely
broken down after awhile that I'll not
need one. If it were not for your love
couldn't-couldn't--"
There, now, dear, don't cry. i
know how hard q time you have, but
it will be all right after awhile. I'm
going to put an advertisement in the
paper to-day and keep it standing until
we get the very girl we want Will
put it in this very afternoon. This is
Thursday. and girls out of employment
always buy Thursday afternoons
paper"
The next morning, just at breakfast
time, girl came. She was pleasant
looking, and, better still, was of strong
mold
IF should give you employment do
you think that you could make up
your mind to stay with me?" Jenny
asked.
II think so, ma'am."
What is your name?"
"Sallie, ma'am."
"Where did you work last?"
''On the North side, ma'am."
why did you leave?'
THE people moved to the country,
ma'am"
ibid your mistress give you a recon.
mendation?"
"A character, do you mean, ma'am?"
Yes"
"She did, ma'am, and here It isl
Mrs Midley took the paper, read
and returned it to the girl, and said:
Very good, and no doubt you deserve
it. When can you go to work."
''At once, ma'am."
The mornings were pleasant and the
evenings delightful. It seemed to
Jenny that she had been suddenly
transferred to another life. Every
household care had been taken of her
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freed from labor. She read books and
magazines; she again took up the
study of music, and at evening when
John approached his home the en-
trancing blessings" of a waltz fioated
ont to greet him.
II suppose you are still pleased with
Sallie?" John remarked, one night.
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with her."
''She undoubtedly does her work
well, but she doesn't strike me as be-
ing very intelligent"
She is intelligent enough to do
work and that's all care for. Get an
intelligent girl and she wants to read
all the time. That good-for-nothing
Maud used to snatch the evening paper
as soon as it came and didn't SO much
as think of giving me chance to look
at it. just so long as Sallie does her
work we'll she shall have a home under
my roof, and girl that doesn't attend
to her business isn't worthy of q home
at all"
''If this girl should after awhile
show the natural tendencies of the
average servant we will break up
and board until the
breed improves We cannot afford to
give up our lives to ceaseless worry.
A bad servant puts indigestion in her
bread, and where indigestion prevails
there is no brightness"
''You are surely q philosopher, John.
Int don't xv<a, fhinIr <hAvo,, a.
shape servant to the proper form?
mean that by certain treatment she
may be brought to feel an interest in
us. / don't mean that she should really
be made one of the family, but I do
think that some little attention ought
to be paid her. notice that you never
speak to Sallie, and don't think that
this Is altogether right Interest be-
gets interest"
THAT idea works we'll in theory, my
dear, but in fact ii works SO Ill that
you might call It q complete failure.
In Europe, servants are servants and
not help as we hypercritically term
them. Take in q help and she be-
comes an adviser, and, progressing in |
this, seeks to be ruler. Let us know |
our place, and from us let Sallie learn |
10 know hers"
That was q practical suggestions; but |
the next morning. when the wife |
glanced through the partly opened |
ioor of her bedroom, she saw Sallie
putting the dishes on the breakfast !
able; she saw more than this--she saw |
John step up, place his hand on Sallie's |
and kiss her.
A few moments later John stepped |
20 the door and said: Come, dear,
breakfast is ready"
II don't want any breakfast" she
,obbed.
why, what is the natter" he asked,
the room. He found her part
y dressed, lying across the bed.
Are you ill?" he asked, bending
,vcr her.
She turned her face from him. ''Why,
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