The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1893-04-05

toni" queried Emily, the only daughter
of tho house, aged eighteen-and sbt
laughed.
"Your papa found fault with the beel
last Sunday. Ah-there is nothing t.
giggle over, I am sure, said the matron,
dropping into a rocking chair "a
week 1t the intelligence Office for me
while the house goes to wfsck and ruin
and your papa loses his I'd er over the
dinners, for old Mrs. Chntdp, the onl,
person | can send for, always ruins every
dish she touches"
"Aud we cannot have Mrs. ChumJ
this time, mamma" said Emily. ash,
is in bed with rheumatism. l met her
little niece in the drug store buying
medicines and lotions for her, and sh,
said she was very bad"
''Then the end has come!" sighe,
Mrs. Montgomery.
"Don't fret, mamma, I'll do tn,
work." said Emily. III think it NIGH
be fun for awhile"
"Do youf" Mrs. Montgomery >sked,
sarcastically. ''Ahp
Emily laughed again.
s'It's tine best you can do" she said
"and III! give papa a'high tea; with ONE,
lette and chicken sandwich, and all tn
little things he likes, and no doubt yol
can find some one to come tomorrow"
"Ob, no doubt" said Mrs. Montgom
cry, in still more sarcastic tones" twist
I had your sanguine temperament
Emily"
"Good-bye, mum and miss, said cook.
looking in at the door. "Good-bye
and 1 wish you luck suiting yourself, Pm
sure. No doubt there is them that might
if they had the patience of Job; no
else."
1000 i-bye, ladies, " said the chamber
maid; ''I'm sorry to leave you, bul
Susan and me goes the two of us to,
gethei, always, and if she is insulted, ]
am likewise"
"Good- bye" said Emily, calmly.
Mrs. Montgomery turned her back,
and muttered "Ungrateful wretchesl'
between her teeth.
Sand | actually made over my navy
blue Bedford cord dress for that
woman" she said, after the door closed
'sand never has she had to buy an apron.
There, I'll go and begin my m~artyrdom
and, Emily, if you do go into the kit
chen, put on my rubber gloves and m,
mob cap, that wear for busting IN,
room-coal ashes are the ruin of tn,
hair-and a big apron-your looks ar
my pride"
Emily kissed her mother, saw that SD,
went off comfortably, and then obedient-
ly donned cap, gloves and apron, anC
descended to the kitchen.
Cook, in her wrath, had left the kit
chen in a state Of chaos.
Dishes piled high in the sink, towels
on the floor, pots and kettles in sor
need of securing, overlooking tubs,
pan OF potato peelings, a kettle of ashe
all by the way of revenge for the in
sulting criticism of last Sundays dinner
The prospect was alarming, but Mis-
Emily went to work with a will, fndins
1t rather more difficult than in her mex.
perience she had supposed, and wishin,
that her mother had not so CAREFUL.
guarded her delicacy at the expense o
her usefulness in kitchen affairs.
Just as she took her pots and kettle
in hand, Jack Spinner, the millionaire
son, flying along upon his bicycle, cam
very neal running into ayoung man VIII
sat upon a curbstone, moaning piteously
and at once alighted.
"Good heavensl | haven't hurt you3
he cried.
"No, sir" replied the person ad
dressed, who was enveloped in q myg
terious waterproof costume, and covere'
from head to foot with ashes. 81 wa
clane dead when you came up. I've go
the choleray or the typhus, l dunn
which, and I'll lose my job, for l an
able for it no longer, and there's n
mercy on you if you neglect a thing,
It is ever so with you-no mercy"
''That is very cruel, " said young Spin
ner, who had the tenderest heart in tn
world. sis it that ash cart you al
driving2n
sit is indeed" said the unfortunate
''And there is six bar'ls to empty vi
and me not able for it. / could driv
back, but I couldn't lift the barls."
At home they called Jack Don Quiz
ote, for he was always succoring SON