Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1893-03-31

tion9" queried Emily, the only daughter
of the house, aged eighteen-and she
laughed.
ssYour papa found fault with the beef
last Sunday. Ah-there is nothing to
giggle over, am sure, said the matron,
dropping into rocking chair. "a
week at the intelligence Office for me,
while the house goes to wreck and 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. CbumE
this time, mamma" said Emily. "Sht
is in bed with rheumatism. I met her
little niece in the drug store buying
medicines and lotions for her, and she
said she was very bad"
'tThen the end has come!" sighed
Mrs. Montgomery.
''Don't fret, mamma, I'll do the
work." said Emily. ~ think it might
be fun for awhile"
"Do you2" Mrs. Montgomery ssked,
sarcastically. "Ah"
Emily laughed again.
sits tine best you can do" she said,
"and I'll give papa high tea; with ONE
lette and chicken sandwich, and all the
little things he likes, and no doubt you
can find some one to come tomorrow"
"Oh, no doubt" said Mrs. Montgom-
cry, in still more sarcastic tones" Iwish
had your sanguine temperament,
Emily"
"Good-bye, mum and miss, said cook i,
looking in at the door. "Good-bye,
and wish you luck suiting yourself, Pm
suro. No doubt there is them that might
if they had the patience of Job; not
else."
1000 1-bye, ladies, said the chamber
maid; "pm sorry to leave you, but
Susan and me goes the two of US to-
gether, always, andsif she is insulted,
am likewise"
"Good-bye," said Emily, calmly.
Mrs. Montgomery turned her back,
and muttered "Ungrateful wretchesl"
between her teeth.
"And 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 60 and begin my martyrdom
and, Emily, if you do go into the kit
chen, 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 obedient-
ly donned cap, gloves and apron, and
descended to the kitchen.
Cook, in her wrath, had left the kit
chen in state of chaos.
Dishes piled high in the sink, towels
on the floor, pots and kettles in sore
need of securing, overAowing tubs, a
pan of potato peelings, kettle of ashes
all by the way of revenge for the in
sulting criticism of last Sundays dinner.
The prospect was alarming, but Miss
Emily went to work with will, finding
it rather more difficult than in her mex
perience she had supposed, and wishing
that her mother had not SO carefully
guarded her delicacy at the expense OF
her usefulness in kitchen affairs.
Just as she took her pots and kettles
in hand, Jack Spinner, the millionaire's
son, flying along upon his bicycle, came
very near running into young man who
sat upon a curbstone, moaning piteously,
and ut once alighted.
"Good heavens! I haven't hurt your
he cried.
''No, sir" replied the person ad-
dressed, who was enveloped in mya-
terious waterproof costume, and covered
from head to foot with ashes. ~ was
clane dead when you came up. I've got
the choleray or the typhus, dlnno
which. and I'll lose my job, for l am
able for it no longer, and there's nc
mercy on you If you neglect thing, IL
it is ever SO with you-no mercy"
.'That is very cruel, said young Spin.
ner, who had the tenderest heart in the
world. ''Is it that ash cart you are
driving2"
''It is indeed" said the unfortunate
"And there is six bar'ls to empty yit
and me not able for it. could drive
back, but couldn't lift the bar'ls.
At home they called Jack Don Quix
| pte, for he was always succoring som,