Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1896-02-28


e NUNS in the Venetian
Ass jar, and more family illumined
tho faces OF tho elderly man and wo.
man seated at either end, leaving in
deep shadow the maid who moved
round quietly. There was suggestion
of constraint in the atmosphere, the
outward evidence whereof lay in the
spasmodic attempts at conversation
between the master and mistress in q
slight uplifting of the chin on the part
of the maid.
81 saw Purcell Jones to-day" said
Mr.. Porter during momentary ab-
senoe of the servant.
"Ha," exclaimed his wife with in.
terest, "and 'ow is he? Where was it
you seen him?"
"He says he's back at the old shop,
and" impressively. 81 tell you wot.
Mariar, if ever saw a man as" here
the return OF the maid caused the SUBJ
jeot to be abruptly dropped.
"Wot's this? Oh, frycassed chicken,
isit? Now thing likes, Marian, is
duck Duck with sage and onion
stuffing. We never as it now."
"Cook says she don't like to cook
onions. Tony. Shegsays as 'ow she
can't get the hoder off 'er 'ands."
"Umph," grunted Mr.. Porter, and
the meal proceeded in silence.
When the finger-bowl stage was
reached and the door had closed upon
the retreating figure of the servant,
Mrs. Porter looked psthetically across
the dessert dishes at her husband and
heaved plaintive sigh. Mr.. Porter
returned the glance with one of pro-
found sympathy.
"Well," he inquired in carefully
modulated voice, show has it been to.
day? Have you got on any better?"
Care ill became the plump visages
OF the worthy couple. To Judge from
the surroundings their circumstances
were affiuent. True. strictly refined
taste might have taken exception to
the alliance of the purple and gold
brocade curtains with the maroon wall
paper, or have declared both to war
against the crimson satin gown that
graced the lady of the house. A
captious critic would perchapce have
pronounced the ornaments OF amazing
bulk in proportion to their intrinsic
value, aud have rebelled that the few
paintings represented the "Kiss
Nanny" School Of Art alone. But
these accessories admirably became
Mr.. and Mrs. Porter, whose portly
presences would have struck an inhar.
monious note in more aesthetically
hedirht dwelling,
"Oh, Tony" Mrs. Porter replied
"If you only knew what I suffers witt
those persons in the 'ouse!"
"well, my girl. you know l wa
against it. You would ave 'em.
said oil could against it. You 'ad t.
ave your own way"
Eyes. but, Tony, dear, you know
Mrs. Pennithorne persuaded me. Sh
said as 'ow it would be o Christian
charity to give 'em trial as domes
tics; for the pore things couldn't ge
situations as governesses nohow. Blu
lave repented doing it. ! must say.
s'They amt been speakin' disrespec
ful, Mariar, ave they? I'd soon pu
= stop to that. ladies or no ladies'"
"Lor, no, Tony, they amt. But
don't like somehow to order 'eI
about, and l always feels as II the
looked down on me. Cause o course
Tony, We amt always been wholesai
Is we is now"
"Never you mind that. Mariar
You're as good . lady as anybody
and real stylish in your ways. Now
I'm . plain man. and wot likes is I
leave Q quiet pipe in the dEorin'-room
and TO ear you play the old toons o
Ihe psynoforte like you used to. Bu
lhere-you won't play now. becaui
you think they're staggering st yo
iownstairs
~ vouldn't mind that. Tony.
they did their work we'll but the
don't. This one can't COOK . piai
chop. II 1t wasn't for shame.s sab
TI take the cooking myself. sh
goss about with her eyeglasses droI
ping into the ssueepsns, and M
cookery book 10 her and, and 81
can't boil . cabbage. She Just d
twelve lessons In fancy things an
thiuks she knows ell sLout IT,"
Mrs Porter cracked Q walnut an
shook her head sadly.
"An' then late dinner every nigh
and thsm finger bowls and all that
veil. MArisr. : don't want 10 'uFt yos
.seIln's, aud do like . biz OF sly
shsu we've company. like tho best
'sm. Bu- wot say Il. give nas goo
comfortable supper WITH . .nssA
.sms.hins tasty. Liver asa tsss
--- .s irish alas. Ah-"