The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1893-06-28
sane, uttered the three memorable

Well, why not?"
1t is needless to detail the rest of the
interview; there being, in fact, very
little more to tell. What could be said
after such a break as that? Consola.
tons of religion indeedl
Mrs. Casanova was perfectly burst
ing with the news when her husband
came home; and perhaps there never
was a worse quarter of an hour for him
than that at the beginning of which he
laughed at the hideous story. The
cook set the table, cooked the dinner,
served it, waited on the table, cleared
it off, washed the dishes, and made
ready for next mornings breakfast;
and, when she had gone to bed, tired
out, had to get up and take off the
pillow-shams and turn down the bed in
her mistress room. And all the while
she was wondering at the gloomy ST.
lence that prevailed and the eXtraordi-
narily long time poor Casanova took to
read his paper that night.
But, the next day, the news had got
all over town. "Well, why not?" This
was a revolutionary utterance that
could not be suppressed. 1t really re-
minds one of Ravacholl Every wife
anu CNClJ uuoDduu
except some old ones who had learned
discretion by experience. "When any
one hires servant, they expect them
to know their place" Onter arma
silet grammar)
Mrs. Casanova had the sympathy of
everybody, of course. 81 believe"
said she, "that she did it a-purpose,
because she knew how hard it is to get
girl TO work out herel l s'pose she
thought I'd overlook it'll But she don't
know mel I'll work my fingers to the
bone first!" This was a slip of the
tongue, probably; Mrs. Casanova must
have meant the cooks fingers, as that
person was at that identical instant
catching moment to make the beds
and sweep and dust as well as she
could while running down one pair of
stairs every time the door-bell rang and
two pairs of stairs every five minutes to
see that the bread didn't burn.
"Suppose it should get round among
the servants that you'd let your hired
girl play on your piano, Mrs. Casanova;
where would the rest of us be?" asked
Mrs. Venue.
"Down- cellar, l expect, while the
help was upstairs" interposed Mrs.
Peter Nobscot, who was vaguely said to
hail from New England.
They'll be fetching their work up,
next, to sit and sew in the rocker on the
stoop," exclaimed Mrs butcher, from
the Hudson.
" And what do you say Mr.. Angel
said?"
Mrs. Casanova repeated the sad tale.
Not Wall univ nntO , DOME
mean?"
Alas, it was too true!
The regular weekly afternoon tea for
married women CHANGED to be on that
very day, and doings were there pretty
Thoroughly settled; for emancipated
women" having achieved absolute indi-
vidual freedom of thought and action,
were not very likely to allow the en-
tanning by one woman of opinions not
entertained by the others Such per-
sons as began to ask questions as to
what, after all, ought to be one woman's
treatment of another, and that other
servant, were reasoned with politely
but firmly, and made to see that the
true best interests of servant required
that they" should be made to know
their" place and keep it, " Contented
with that station of life TO which it
pleased God to call them" Discomfort
must be put down-by the strong hand,
| if necessary. Servants, obey your
masters" was part of Holy Writ, and
part that might be disregarded, per.
haps, by poor ignorant menials; but,
if any "lady" should try to dodge
around it on grounds of newfapgled
pretended philanthrophy, she would
show herself hereto, if not a bias
phemer, and would very soon find out
where she would stand in society"
"Why, when l was home, | knew a
lady-at least, she called herself such
that had hired girl that she asst to sit
in her pew in church, and was heard to
call her my dear: and what do you
think TRANSFERRED? Why, that lady wasn't
called upon nor invited! And when
she made call on lady, no matter if
they was home, she got mot at home
right fatl She jest had to leave! Good
radiance, too"
This settled it, and the ladies-real
ladies, every one of them-were all of
one mind at parting, or at least of one
voice.
Old Mrs. Venue, whose husband had
made million by cutting up his 640-
acre farm into Bluff Heights town-lots,
and who was therefore creme de Ia creme,
said to her spouse-eourting slumber,
he was, at the time, " Why, par''-she
always called old Venue "par"-" fust
thing We know, them servants III be
a-puttin' on more airs thin two-year-
old steerl Actin jist's if they wuz jest
| % GOOD az we help
"Par" knew too much to laugh; he
only said: "Oh, shet up, ye ole fool"
And the peace of the nuplial couch was
unbroken till early dawn, as lar as ar
ticulate utterance was concerned
All homes were homes of anger ex-
cept one, and that covered only sadness.
1t was the Angels.
con, Edward! how could you? Just
when we were so nicely settled! And l
feel as if l couldn't move Just now,
dear-not before Januaryp'
Angel laid down his paper, for he was
a polite man, and he looked at his young
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