The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1893-05-25
HOW THEY MANAGED.

\ "Pack your things as soon as you
please, my dear" said Mr.. Chesney.
'We're going to move Saturday.
Mr.. and Mrs. Chesney were q matri-
monial firm-there was no question about
that. Mrs. Chesney had always been a
silent partner in the same.
"f ever get married." said Elma,
bright eyed girl of II. 81 won't be put
upon as mamma isT
Where, my dear?" asked Mrs. Ches-
ney with little start.
"Into the country" said the family
autocrat. "Tm tired of this city bust
ness. It costs great deal more than it
comes to. I'm told you can live at half
the expense In the country"
"But," gasped the wife, "what is to be-
come of the children's educationy'
''Thsres very good district school in
the neighborhood, not more than mile
distant" explained her husband, land
exercise will do them good"
"And what are we to do for society"
"Pshaw" said Chesney, Il would not
give rap for people who can't be soci-
ETY. for themselves. There'll be the house
work to do. you know-nobody keeps
girl in the country-and plenty of chores
about the place for Will and Spencer.
shall keep horse if can get one cheap,
for the station is half a mile from the
place, and I've bargained for couple Of
COWS and some pigs"
Meanwhile Mr.. Chesney explained to
his wife the various advantages which
were to accrue from the promised move.
"It's unfortunate y said he, ''that Elma
and Rosie aren't boys. Such lot Of
women folks are enough to swamp any
family. Men now can always earn their
bread. But we must try to make every
body useful in some way or other. It's
30 healthy, you know" added he. "And
the rent won't be half of what we pay
here"
"Are there any modern conveniences
about the placer timidly inquired Mrs,
Chesney.
"There's a spring of excellent water
abont hundred yards from the house, -
said her husband.
Mrs. Chesney grew pale.
Have got to walk hundred yards
for every drop of water wantl" said She
"And a large rainwater hogshead un-
der the caves Of the house." added Mr..
Chesney. "And I've already got bar
gain in kerosene lamps. AS for candles,
/ am given to understand that good
housekeepers make 'em themselves in tin
molds. There's nothing like economy.
Now do beg to know, Abigail" he
added irritably, what you are looking
80 lackadaisical about Do You expect
to sit still and fold your hands while I
do all the work? Give me woman for
sheer natural lazinessr
The first sight of Mulleinstalk farm
was dispiriting in the extreme. Between
rock and swamp there was scarcely
pasture for the two lean cows that Mr..
Chesney had bought at bargain, and
the hollow backed horse which stalked
about the premises like some phantom
Bucephalus.
The apple trees in the orchard were
three-quarters dead, and leaned sorrow
fully away from the east winds, until
their boughs touched the very ground,
fences had all gone to ruin and the front
gate was tied up with hemp string.
"Is this homer said Elma, with an in
describable intonation in her voice.
"We1l get Srings all Strengthened up
after awhile" said Mr.. Chesney, bustling
to drive away the pigs, which had broken
out Of their pen and were squealing dis
mally under the window.
Mrs. Chesney cried herself to sleep that
night and awakened the next morning
with every bone instinct with shooting
pains.
"And no wonder" said Spencer;
''there's foot of water In the cellar"
1--WE must have 1t drained" said Mr..
Chesney, with an uneasy look; ''but
thsre's plenty Of things to do first
And now began reign of the strictest
economy. Mr.. Chesney himself paid for
everything with checks, and not an arti-
Gle came into the house or went out Of 1t
without his cognizance. New dresses
were frowned upon; spring bonnets were
strictly interdicted; orders were issued
that old carpets should be reversed, and
broken dishes repaired with cement and
quicklime.
'Save, save, savei that is the chief
thing" he kept repeating briskly. "Wom.
On folks can't earn; they should try thei,
best to save"
s'Boys," fiuttered Rosie, "pve an idea,
Mary Penn, who lives on the next farm
you know, came over to see Elma and
me yesterday. Papa is earning his living
veil earn something too"
I II should like to know how" " muttered
Spencer. II might hire out somewhere
II it wasn't for that wretched old horse
and the pigs, and the wood chopping
and
"oh, but there IL something that WONT
interfere with the chores, nor witt
school," said cheerful little Rosie. "Jus'
nstsn-all ! aak of you Is to listen"
And the weeks grew into months, ani
ths red leaves eddied down into httl,
swirls from the maple trees, and "pii
killing time" came, and with the aid Of ,
lame, ope eyed man Mr.. Chesney lait
dDMp ~ own stock Of pork and eau