New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-01-11

save, save, save! InaC Is the ch1el
thing" he kept repeating briskly.
''Women folks can't earn; they should
try their best to save" az
Boys" furtered Rosie, eve an
idea. Mary Penn, who lives on the
next farm, you know, came over. to
see Elma and me yesterday. Papa is
earning his living; we'll earn sor:s-
thing, too"
Il should like to know how" NUT.
tered Spencer. II might hire out
somewhere if it wasn't for that
wretched old horse and the pigs and
| the wood chopping and
| won't interfere with the chores, nor
| with school," said cheerful little Rosie.
''Just listen-all I ask of you is to
| listen" 49,. ..=. ~
And the weeks grew into months,
and the red leaves eddied down into
| little swirls from the maple trees, and
''pig killing time'' came, and, with the
aid OF g. lame, one eyed man, Mr..
Chesney laid down his own stock OF
pork and sausages, with the sense OF
| being triumphantly economical.
| The family had left off complaining
| now. Apparently, they were re:
signed to their doom. But there
were-some things that Mr.. Chesney
! could not explain at all.
A new rug frightened up the dismal
hues of the parlor carpet; Rosie had a
! crimson merino dress, trimmed with
black velvet bars; Elma's fall jacket
| was edged with substantial black fur;
and-grand climax of extravaganza
Mrs. Chesney had new shawl in
place Of the old garment which had
| been her mothers before her.
He looked at the housekeeping
| books with renewed vigilance; he con-
suited the stubs of his check book with
a glance that nothing could escape.
Observation-Disclosures
age it," said he, scratching his nose
with the lead pencil that he always
carried. II hate mysteries, and ]
mean to be at the bottom of this be-
fore am an hour older.
"Abigail," said he, chow is this?
I've given you no money; you've long
lett of asking for money. How have
you managed to smarter yourself and
the children up so? I won't be cheat
ca ny Ivy own WIG.
Elma sat down the pitcher which
| she was wiping, and came and stood
before her father with glittering eyes
and cheeks stained with crimson, like
a flag of battle.
Papa" she said, ''you must not
| speak to mamma so. Mamma would
not cheat you nor nobody else. It's
money we've earned ourselves"
MIR. Chesney stared at the girl with
incredulous eyes.
"And II you don't believe it, come
and see how" said Elma, flingine
down her towel. "Mary Penn showed
US. She told us everything, and gave
us the first swarm of bees. There are
| fourteen swarms down there under the
south wall Spencer sold the honey
for US. And we planted all the nice
| flowers that grow down in the mead
dow, that you said was too stony
| and barren for the sheep to pasture
| upon; and Will dug and hoed around
| them after all the chores were done,
! and we sent boxes and boquets oil
| lilies and verbenas to the city every
day by Mr.. PENIS wagon. And we
gathered wild Strawberries before the
sun was up, and got cherries out oil
the old lane. And the money is ours
every cent of it,
"Honey, eh?" said Mr.. Chesney,
staring at the row of hives, for Elma
had dragged him out into the Novem.
Der moonlight to the scene Of action
"Well, I've seen these many time
but always s'posed they belonged to
Squire PENIS folks. And flowers and
wild berries! Didn't think there was
SO much money in 'em. Guess I'll try
the business myself next year. Queer
that the women folks should have got
the start OF me-"
After that he regarded his family
with more respect. The mere fact
that they could earn money had ele
waited them immensely in his sight.
But when spring came he lost his
able coadjutor. Miss Elma incident.
ally announced to him one day that
she was going to be married to Walter
Penn the next week.
And mamma is coming to live with
us" added E'ma. ''She can't stand
| the damp house and this hard work
any longer"
But Mrs. Chesney did not 90 to the
Penn farm. Mr.. Chesney hired a
stout serving maid and laid drain
pipes under the kitchen stoop. If his
wife really understood her business SO
we'll it was worth while to keep her
we'll and active, he considered.
II couldn't leave papa, you know
said Mrs. Chesney to, Eima. sHe
means well; and now that Rebecca
Beckel is coming here, and the kitchen
is dry, we shall get along nicely.
wouldn't 60 back to the city for any.
thing now" ~
Nor either" said Elma. "And
oh, mamma, I shall always love
those beehives under the hollyhocks,
for it was there that Walter asked me
| to be his wife" 80 H. 81
Mrs. Chesney tearfully kissed her
daughter. She, too, had been happy
once, and had her dreams. It was to
be hoped that Walter Penn was made
! of different metal from George Ches.
ney--Woman's Magazine.
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