The Princeton union., 1893-01-12

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 soE:e-
thing, too
II 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 - -
ooh, but there is something, that
won't interfere with the chores, nor
with school," said cheerful little Rosie.
"Just listen-all ask of you is to
listen" ~. p. * he
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 a 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. y
A new rug frightened up the dismal
hues of the parlor carpet; Rosie had q
crimson merino dress, trimmed with
black velvet bars; Elma's fall jacket
was edged with substantial black fur;
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 1
mean to be at the bottom of this be-
fore 1 am an hour older.
"Abigail," said he, chow is this?
I've given you no money; you've long
left off asking for money. How have
you managed to smarter yourself and
! the children up SO? won't be cheat
ed by my own wife,"
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"
| Mr.. Chesney stared at the girl with
incredulous eyes.
"And II you don't believe it, come
and see how" said Elma, finging
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 ior the sheep to pasture
upon; and Will dug and hoed around
them after all the chores were done,
and we sent boxes and boquets Of
| lilies and verbenas to the city every
day by Mr.. Penn's wagon. And we
gathered wild Strawberries before the
sun was up, and got cherries out Of
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 Penn's 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
u.s." added Elma. "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 sc
we'll it WAS worth while to keep her
we'll and active, he considered.
II couldn't leave papa, you know, u
said Mrs. Chesney to Eima. "He
means we'll; and now that Rebecca
Beckel is coming here, and the kitcher
is dry, we shall get along nicely.
wouldn't ge-back to the city for any
thing now"
"Nor I 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"
Mrs. Chesney tearfully kissed he1
daughter. She, too, had been happy
once, and had her dreams. 1t was tc
be hoped that Walter Penn was made
of different metal from George Ches
ney.-Woman's Magazine.
Why We Are Dyspetic.
A Cincinnati business MAN tells th
Times-star that he has just as
, cert.,ined why his stomach is alway
,, "out OF order" The simple reason i