The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1892-10-20
HELEN'S GOOD DEED.

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"Yes," said the doctor, solemnly-
"she shows every Indication of going
into a decline. Rest, relaxation.
change of air and scenc-that's what
she ought 10 have"
Mrs. Dardnanel looked perturbed.
Dear, dear" she said; what a
pity! And she's quite pet of mine,
too, dear little thing. She is very
quick with her needle and really in
genious-and the way she puts trim
mings on dress positively reminds
one of Nine. Antoine herself"
The seaside cottage would be the
place for her." suggested Dr. Midland,
you arc one of the lady patronesse,,
| believe, and"
Yes, but the seaside cottage is full"
said Mrs. Dardanel. Not an inch of
room unoccnpied. | had note from
the matron yesterday"
"Ah, indeedw said the doctor, FUN
bling with his watch-seals. "Unfor-
tunate-ycry."
But" cried Mrs. Dardanel. an idea
suddenly occurring to her much be-
pulfed and befrizzled head, there is
Mrs. DagGctt's farm a few miles far
ther down the share. She takes board
ers for 50 a week and | believe it is u
very nice place. If YOU think it ad-
visable | will take n months board for
the girl there. really feel as if the
dear little thing belongs to me-"
"An excellent plan" said the doctor,
oracularly. - have no doubt but that
a month Of sea air would make diff
ferent person of her"
Helen could hardly believe her own
ears when Mrs. Dardanel beamingly
announced her intentions.
"Ihe seashorsi" sho cried, her pale
lace flushing all over; "the real sea,
Oh. Mrs. Dardanel, / have dreamed of
1t all my life! And for long bright
summer month. Oh, how shall ever
thank you?"
by getting we'll and strong as fast
as you can," said Mrs Dardanel
touched by the girls enthusiasm.
"And here IS a so bill for YOU" she
added wirh II smile. you may need
some tritie of dress, or there may be a
drive or picnic or III excursion 90
ing in which you will want to partici-
pate"
The poor girls first impulse was to
return the money.
No, you shall not give it back-it
is a present from me and | choose that
you keep it."
Helen Hyde's heart beat high with
delight when first she saw tiie Dagrett
farmhouse. a long, low, red building,
with an immense stack OF ciljmneys,
cluster OF IN. D.nra~coTs maple trees
guarding it ABOUT with shsdc and
dooryarI fGl, uf sweet, old-fashioned
flowers, while in sight Of the windows
the Atlantic flung lis curling crests Of
foam all along the shining shore. Mrs.
Daggett welcomed her warmly; she
had been Mrs. Dardanel's housekeeper
once and knew the value of that lady's
patronage.
I've just one room left. my dear"
she said. under the caves of the
house. It's small, but its furnished
comfortably and there's Il view of the
ocean. | could have given you better
accommodation if | had received Mrs.
Dardancl's letter day earlier. But
four young ladies, teachers in the X
wood institute came yesterday and
fGl sleeping in the parlor.> But we
will make you rs snug as possible and
the very first good-sized room that is
vacant you shall have"
Helen was very happy in her little
nook. from whose easement she could
see the ocean, dotted with white sails.
Mrs. Daggett was driving, ener-
getic woman. Farmer Daggett was
an honest, vacant-faced man who ia
voriably fell asleep of an evening with
his chair tipped back against the wall
and every available inch of the house
was filed with summer boarders,
mostly ladies. There were but three
masculine appendages to the house be-
sides its master-and an old clergy
man whose parishoners dubbed to-
gether every summer to treat him to
six weeks vacation, literary man of
large aspirations and small income
who had come hither for rest and op-
portunity to study up the skeleton"
for his next novel, and old Mr.. Miffiin.
1t was some time before Nelen HYDE
fairly comprehended who old Mr..
Mitflin was. A bent and bowed little
man, with silver hair curling over the
cellar of his coat, ruffied shirt like
LuO pictures III OuI ItNOiullOIalN lttS-
fathers, and blue eyes that glistened
from behind pair of silver spectacles,
he shuffied in and out TO his meals
after an apologetic fashion and sat all
the bright afternoons under the ma
piles staring at the sea.
WHO is that old gentleman?" she
at last ventured to ask Mrs. Daggett.
That lady frowned
Its old Daddy Miffiin," said she,
land | wish it was any body else"
is Ae boarder?"
well, he is and he isn't" obseurely
answered Mrs. Daggett. who was pick
ing currants for a pudding while
Helen sat by and watched her But
he won't be here long. You see, my
dear, he hasn't any friends. When me
and Daggett came from Vermont and
bought this place we got it cheap be-
cause of old Mifflin. We were to give
him the northeast chamber and they
were to allow us so much month for
his keep. 1t amt every one that
would be willing to have an old man