Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-03-24
Ey Mary Kyle Dallas.

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the chambcrmaid says that, where
Susan goes she goes likewise" said
Mrs. Montgomery. in tone OF despair.
"And on have just. paid their wages
they ere packing to go What wicked,
wicked women. Not word OF warn
ing"
why, mamma! what is the reason OF
this sudden desertion?" queried Emily,
the only daughter of the house, aged
, eiehteen-and she laughed.
"Your papa found fault With the beef
last Sunday. Ah-there Is nothing TO
giggle over, 1 am sure" said the ma
tron, dropping into rocking chair.
"a week at the intelligence office Tor
me, while the house goes to wreck ana
ruin and your papa loses his temper
over the dinners. for old Mrs. Chump,
the only person l can send for, always
ruins every dish she touches
And we cannot have Mrs. Chump
this time, mamma" said Emily. she
| Is In bed with rheumatism. l met her
little niece in the drug store buying
| medicines and lotions for her, and she
said she was very bad"
Then the end has GOMEZ! sighed
Mrs. Montgomery.
Don't fret, mamma, III do the
work." said Emily. Il think 1t might
| be fun for while"
do you?" Mrs. Montgomery asked,
sarcastically. "Ah!'
Emily laughed again.
Its the beSt you can do" she said,
"and I'll give papa high tea; with
omlette and chicken sandwich, and al
the little things he likes, and no doubt
you can find some ono to come to-
morrow"
"Oh, no doubt" said Mrs. Montgom-
cry, in still more sarcastic tones. Il
wish | had your sanguine temporal
ment, Emily"
"Gcod bye, mum and miss" said
cook, looking in at the door. Good
bye, and wish you luck suiting your
self, I'm sure. No doubt there is
them that might II they had the pa
dence of Job; not else"
"tiood bye, ladies'" said the chamber
mall: "I'm loath to leave you, but
Susan and me goes the two OF US to-
gether, always, and II she is insulted,
| I am likewise"
Good bye" said Emily, calmly.
Mrs. Montgomery turned her back,
and muttered "Ungrateful wretches"'
between her teeth.
"And l actually made over my navy
blue Bedford cord dress for that wo-
man." she said, after the door closed
"and never has she had to buy on
apron. There I'll 60 and begin my
martyrdom, and, Emily, If you DO go
into the kitchen, put on my rubber
| gloves and my mob cap, that / wear
| for busting my roOm-coal ashes are
the ruin OF the hair-and big apron
your looks are my pride"
Emily kissed her mother, saw that
she went Off comfortably, and then
obediently donned cap, gloves and
apron, and descended to the kitchen.
Cook, In her wrath, had left the
kitchen In n state Of chaos.
Dishes piled high In the sink, towels
on the floor, pots and kettles In sore
need of securing, overlooking tubs, a
pan Of potato Feelings, kettle OF
ashes-all by way of revenge for the
insulting criticism of last Sundays din
ner.
The prospects were alarming, but
Miss Emily went to work with will,
finding 1t rather more difficult than in
J her ineXpeTience she had supposed,
and wishing that her mother had not
90 carefully guarded her delicacy Mt
| I've expense of her usefulness in kitch-
Ell affairs
] Ist as she took her pots and kettles
In | md, Jack Spinner, the millionaire S
son, lying along upon his bicycle, come
very near running into young man
who st upon a curbstone, moaning
piteous >. and at once alighted.
10000 heavens! haven't hurt your
he cried
mo, cir" replied the person ad-
dressed, w''o was enveloped in a mys-
terious wa, NrprOof costume, and COW
cred from cad to foot with ashes.
"I was clane lead when you came up.
I've got the ,Nolera or the typhus, /
dunno which, I'd I'll lose my Job, for
! am able for l, 40 longer, and there's
no mercy on you Z you neglect thing
II II Is ever so viii you-no mercy"
That Is very cruel" said young
Spinner, who had he tenderest heart
In the world. rs 4 that ash-cart you
are drivingw
'It Is indeed" said the unfortunate.
"And there Is six bars to empty Wit,
and me not able for II could drive
back, but I couldn't lift he bar'ls."
At home they called :. ok Don Quix-
ote, for he was always ,ccoring some
forlorn being in distress, naid or man
1t made no matter whi,i. Now he
instantly bethought him that to do
for this poor ash-cart driver
"Come along" he said, taking the
man by the arm and leading sim into
q drug store hard by. Ill tel the doc
tor to see to you, and empty the rest
OF the barrels for you-jolly FUN fol
me, you know, and you'll keep your
place, and all that"
The man, petrihed with as'onish-
ment, could only lift his hands, and In
d moment more a still more aston he'd
drug clerk had a patient-well 7aid
for In auvance-and was mixing not
water and whisky, and splicing 1t VOL
with cloves, and dropping cholera mix.
ture into glass and applying mustard
| plasters, In the little back room behind
the store.
| .gix more houses" said lack walk