The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1896-12-12

entered the house with their arms
around each other.
"Would you take them up to my
room, Ellen, please? One at time II
they're too heavy for yea"
Il could take you too," returned
Ellen, starting on.
"How odd she is, Mamma. Where
did you ever get her?' exclaimed
Mrs. Morrill,, dropping YEARLY into
chair.
Mrs. Angler closed the door softly,
took CHAIR beside her daughter and
poured out her tale of woe.
There was something so extremely
ridiculous in the idea OF her deter
mined little mother living in sublec-
tion to that rawooned, gawky girl,
that Mrs. Morrill, laughed outright
several times during the narrative.
81 never heard anything SO funny
in all my life. But don't fret, Mamma
dear, such m unnatural state Of things
can't continue. Affairs will adjust
themselves, somehow, see if they
don't"
"But you haven't IN idea what she
u.s." objected Mrs. Angler, pathetl.
cally, whereupon her daughter laughed
again.
Mrs. Morrill, became" an object of
intense alteration to Ellen, who let
slip no opportunity to show her re-
gard. The house was kept in perfect
order, and Mrs. Morrill's room re.
ceived many extra touches that kept
it in o delightful state of daintiness.
But it was upon the cooking that Ell.
len expended her supreme efforts, and
each successive meal had some unusual
deltcacy to surprise and please the
guest.
Mrs. Morrill, received the girls at
tentions good. humoredly, and spoke
many words of kindness and sympathy
which never failed to bring to tie
girls face that unpleasant flush which
always appeared when she was much
moved.
One evening Ellen knocked at Mrs.
Morrill's door, and without waiting to
be hidden entered the room.
II knowed you was crying" she
said, hoarsely. "What's the matter?"
"Ellen! exclaimed Mrs. Morrill,,
angrily.
"Don't be::mad," said Ellen, calmly:
"You cry every night you do be here"
Mrs. Morrill, raised her tear-stained
face and regarded the girl with min
gled look of amazement and terror.
"Js it her?' demanded Ellen. -
"Herp'
"Yes, her !" repeated Ellen with On
energetic jerk of her thumb toward
her mistress room.
mamma? 0, mol"
s'rhen tell mel" cried Ellen, fling.
ing herself to her knees before Mrs.
Morrill,. and clasping her arms around
her. "Iell me who's the dumb thing
tills kill um."
"You frighten me" exclaimed Mrs.
Morrill,, recoiling from such violent
sympathy.
II won't hurt you. But I'm goin'
to settle your hash. Who is it now?
Will I have you sitting roun' crying
ont those eyes? You what spoke
words kline to me. You only vun. I
guess not. Think I'm dumb?"
"You are very kind, Ellen, and l
thank You, but my unhappiness you
can't do anything to lesseD," spoke
Mrs. Morrill,, sadly.
Suddenly Ellen stood, and demand
ed, sternly. "Where's your man?"
"My man." repeated Mrs. Morrill,.
in amazement, ooh, you mean my
husband? I haven't any now-1 fear. .
"What;s that?" with thrust Of the
hand toward photograph on the
bureau.
"Yes, that's Mr.. Morrill,. But-why,
really, Ellen you have no right to
catechise me in this way"
"Yee, have. Go on! Go on!"
But Mrs. Morrill, arose and threw
herself at tho bedside in passion Of
weeping.
Instantly Ellen was beside her clasp.
ing in those great arms the quiverine
form of the woman she loved.
"There a, there q, there 8, there q,
there o." she SAID, soothingly,
"Notting's worth it. No, no, no!
No, mol"
| And because she didn't know what
else to do Mrs. Morrill, sobbed out on
that broad breast the whole story OF
her misery. How with tho love of hel
happy girlish heart she had married
her husband. and had tried, for hiE
sake, to live with his people, who de-
spised her simple, questionable ways.
and treated her meanly; but at last
thinking her husband, too, had turnet
against her, she had left them all and
came home to stay. How she had
newer told her husband her intention
and had not the courage to tell hel
mother, md how wholly miserable sEt
was.
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