The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1896-02-14

mirably suited TO fill the part OF ms
tress, fate had apportioned her the roll
Of servant, CALLED her bitterly.
Having deposited the tray on th'
dresser, Maud cast Disguised glance
round the kitchen, and sank discon
| solately into q chair. On becoming
aware of her presence and attitude, the
cook with an effort withdrew hel
thoughts from the volume, and looked
inquiringly at her sister through hel
glasses.
"Well, what is it tonight, Maud%
she asked, placidly.
"Oh, Christine, I'm sick of this" was
the passionate reply. Talk OF the
drudgery of governessing. Cove rnesses
can keep their hands clean. and look like
ladies, at least"
"But we know we are ladies. DEAR
interposed the nilder Christine, land
governesses are often much worse oil
than we are here"
"Governesses never need to come
down to a black beetley kitchen at half
past six on q cold, dark morning, and
kindle fire"
Cleaning the fues is the greatest
trial l have yet experienced" paren
thesized Christine, with shudder.
"This is supposed to be good place. -
continued Maud, II wonder what a bad
one is like"
"Well, we might have had washing to
do, and windows to clean and children
to look after" replied the more con-
ciliatory Christine. II do think, Maud,
it is because the work is so new to us
that we are awkward and don't get OF
quickly"
''But it humiliates me to fad that
work which quite uneducated girls
would think nothing of, should seem SO
difficult to u.s."
II certainly never anticipated finding
any difficulty" said Christine, thought
fully, though naturally what people
have been working at all their lives
must come easy to them"
1--WE are nothing but rank amateurs.
and we must face the fact that b third
of our salary-wages, leg its pardon
is squandered in secretly employing
a charwoman."
II loathe and detest caps and aprons,
too" went on Maud, getting up and
noisily to collect the dishes
by way of letting off her steam. IF the
postman smirks at me l feel mad, and
when the greengrocer's man tried to
kiss me wanted to murder somebody"
"But Mrs. Porter is really kind, dear.
She was quite anxious when you had
hat cold last week. Only 1 mist con
TESS, Maud, that 1 cam 1t respect en-
ployers whose only idea of literature
IS represented by the penny weeklics."
"You forget the histories in the Ii.
brary bookcase" said Maud, bitterly.
"All uncut. Come, let us make the
best of it," said her gentler sistrr; "you
must look back andbremenber how glad
we were to be able to come here to
gether, where there were 70 Other
maids with whom we would have been
obliged to associate"
Eyes, and look forward to nothing
out this endless cleaning and washing
up all our lives. But, to tell you the
,lain truth, Christine, don'r believe
they're satisfied with u.s."
"Oh, 1 never dreamed of that" ex-
claimed Christine, aghast "What shall
we do if they send us away?"
I Il don't really care. l know it's
silly when we are SO dependent, but
lon't feel as if could endure this ex-
silence a day longer" and, laying her
lead on the kitchen table, Maud, the
launtless, who had so bravely endured
their reverses, worn out by three
months of ceaseless, mcongenial toll,
BURST into an uncomfortable flood of
ears.
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