New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-03-08
BY Mary Kyle Dallas.


they are packing to go. What wicked,
wicked women. Not a word Of warn
ing"
why, mamma! what is the reason OF
this sudden desertion?" queried Emily,
the only daughter Of the house, aged
eightcen-and she laughed.
your papa found fault with the beef
last Sunday. Ah-there is nothing to
giggle over, I am sure" said the ma
tron. dropping into rocking chair.
"A week at the intelligence office Tor
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 I can send for, always
ruins every dish she touches"
And we cannot have Mrs. Chump
this time, mammal" 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. Il think it might
be fun for WHILE
DO you?' Mrs. Montgomery asked.
sarcastically "Ah!'
Emily laughed again.
Its the best you can do" she said.
land I'll give papa a high tea; with
omlette and chicken sandwich. and all
the little things he likes. and no doubt
you can find some one to come to-
morrow
"Oh, no doubt" said Mrs. Montgom-
cry. in still more sarcastic tones. II
wish | had your sanguine tempera-
ment, Emily :.
"GCod bye. mum and MISS" said
cook, looking in at the door. Good
bye. and l wish you luck suitins your
self, Pm sure No doubt there is
them that might if they had the pa
tience of Job; not else.'
Good bye ladies'" said the chamber
maid: I'm loath to leave you, but
Susan and me goes the two of us to-
,gether, always. and if she is insulted.
! am likewise
Good bye" said Emily, calmly.
Mrs. Montgomery turned her back.
and muttered "Ungrateful wretches!"
between her teeth.
And actually made over my navy
blue Bedford cord dress for that wo-
man," she said. after the door closed;
land never has she had to buy an
apron. There I'll go and begin my
martyrdom, and, Emily, if you do go
into the kitchen, pit on my rubber
gloves and my mob cap. that l wear
for busting my room--coal ashes are
che ruin of the hair-and a big apron
your looks are my PRIDE
Emily kissed her mother. saw that
she went off comfortably, and then
.obediently donned cap, gloves and
apron, and descended to the kitchen.
Cook in her wrath. had left the
kitchen in state of chaos.
Dishes piled high in the sink. towels
on the floor. pots and kettles in sore
need of securing, overlooking tubs, a
pan Of potato Feelings. a kettle Of
:ashes-an by way Of revenge for the
Insulting criticism of last Sundays din
,ner
The prospects were alarming. but
Miss Emily went to work with a will.
finding it rather more difficult than in
her inexperience she had supposed,
and wishing that her mother had not
so carefully guarded her delicacy at
the expense of her usefulness in kitcl-
ell affairs.
Just as she took her pots and kettles
In hand, Jack Spinner, the millionaires
son. flying along upon his bicycle. come
very near running into Il young man
who sat upon curbstone, moaning
;piteOUsly, and at once alighted.
Good heavens! haven't hurt you?"
he cried.
mo, SIR replied the person adj
dressed. who was enveloped in mys-
terious waterproof costume. and COW
cred from head to foot with ashes.
who
I've got the cholera or the typhus, /
dunno which, and I'll lose my job, for
am liable for it no longer, and there's
no mercy on you if you neglect thing
If it is ever so with you-no mercy"
That is very cruel said young
Spinner. who had the tenderest heart
in the world. rs it that ash-cart you
are driving?"
1T is indeed" said the unfortunate.
-"And there is six barls to empty VT.
and me not able for it, could drive
back, but I couldn't lift the bar'ls.''
At home they called Jack Don Quix-
<ote, for he was always succoring some
forlorn being in Distress maid or man
lit made no matter which. Now he
Instantly bethought him what to do
for this poor ash-cart drivers ~
"COme along" he said, taking the
man ny Iue aIm anu leduuuSH MIN mIO
q drug store hard BY I'll tell the doc
tor to see to you, and empty the rest
of the barrels for you-jolly fun for
me- you know. and you'll keep your
place, and all that"
The man. petrified with astonish-
ment, could only lift his hands, and in
a moment more still more astonished
drug clerk had patient-wen paid
for in auvance-and was mixing hot
water and whisky, and splicing it well
with cloves, and dropping cholera mix.
ture into a glass and applying mustard
plasters, in the little back room behind
the store
six more houses" said Jack, walk