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

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tion9" queried Emily, the only daughter
of the house, aged eighteen-and she
laughed.
"Your papa found fault with the beef
last Sunday. Ah-there is nothing to
giggle over, l am sure" said the matron,
dropping into & rocking chair "a
week 1T 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 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 come!" sighed
Mrs. Montgomery.
"Don't fret, mamma, I'll do the
work, }" said Emily. al think it might
be fun for awhile"
"Do you2" Mrs. Montgomery >sked,
sarcastically. "Ah~
Emily laugneu again.
''It's tine best you can do" she said
sand 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.
"Ob, no doubt" said Mrs. Montgom-
cry, in still more sarcastic tones" Iwish
1 had your sanguine temperament,
Emily"
"Good-bye, mum and miss, said cook
looking in at the door. "Good-bye,
and wish you luck suiting yourself, Pm
sure. No doubt there is them that might
if they had the patience of Job; not
else."
1000 1-bye, ladies, said the chamber
maid; "rm sorry to leave you, but
Susan and me goes the two of us to-
gethei, always, and if she is insulted, l
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 I;
"and never has she had to buy an apron.
There, Tll go and begin my martyrdom
and, Emily, if you do go into the kit
chen, put on my rubber gloves and my
mob cap, that 1 wear for dusting 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 a state of chaos.
Dishes piled high in the sink, towels
on the floor, pots and kettles in sore
need of securing, overhowing tubs, 4
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 o.
| QeE USEFULNESS III hlLCuSu dlluiss
Just as she took her pots and kettles
in hand, Jack Spinner, the millionaire
son, flying along upon his bicycle, cam'
very near running into ayoung man whc
sat upon a curbstone, moaning piteously
and at once alighted.
"Good heavensl haven't hurt your
he cried.
"No, sir" replied the person ad'
dressed, who was enveloped in a myc
terious waterproof costume, and covered
from head to foot with ashes. 81 wa
clane dead when you came up. I've go
the choleray or the typhus, l dlnn'
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 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 ar
drivingl"
sit is indeed" said the unfortunate
''And there is six barls to empty yii
and me not able for it. could driv
back, but l couldn't lift the bar'ls."
At home they called Jack Don Quiz
ote, for he was always succoTing som