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

~ ~. ~ we'll, the last girl
b in the world that
one would suppose could suit Mrs.
Angler. When Ellen stood before her
with her great frame drawn to its full
height and fixed her expressionless
blue eyes on her face, little Mrs. An
gier said she never knew what to do.
This must have been q novel mental
condition for Mrs. Angler who had
always ruled her household, which had
hitherto consisted Of her daughter,
and her ono maid, with a rod Of iron.
Her traits were so we'll known that the
girls in the Select Employment Office
always shook their heads when invited
to 90 and talk with Mrs. Angler, arl
never took the place except as last
resort. But Ellen, the Swedish girl,
was not afraid of Mrs. Angler nor of
her work, and from tho day she set
her ungainly feet in that lady's house
to the day she left to go to live with
Mrs. Anglers daughter in the city
there WAS no trouble.
II get the meals, l wash the clo'cs,
I clean up, clean up, clean up. What
more you want? I amt no slave to
work all time!" blazed Ellen, one af-
ternoon when Mrs. Angler attempted
to expostulate with her for sitting SO
costly in the kitchen crocheting her
endless cotton lace. There was dull
red flush on the girls high. bare brow
ard Mrs. Angler retreated from the
kitchen with barely trace of her
usual 1,rim dignity.
1t was Ellcn's gospel to which she
lived religiously that there was q time
for everything, and that everything
should be done in its time. She got
the meals by the clock, utilizing pro.
visions to an extent that surprised even
prudent Mrs. Angler, did certain work
on ertain days, week in and week
out, and every one said that Anglers
spick span house had never been in
such state OF spick span-ness as
during Ellen's reign. But she was a
law uuto herself, and this was the
sharp thorn in the side OF Mrs. Angler
who had always found the greatest Joy
OF her life in directing every least
movement of her maid. She always
experienced supreme delight in order
ing any portion Of the work done
over, and in the almost inevitable al.
tercation which followed. But she
would never dare tell Ellen to do any.
thing over-indeed, there was no
need.
But Mrs. Anglers occupation was
gone. She felt like a boarder in her
own house. A boarder, too, who was
treated with sort OF half antagonistic
federation. If she would prefer gra'
ham gems instead of corn mullins fo1
breakfast, she never dared soy so, fol-
she was afraid Of the way those wide
eyes with the ]ashless lids would stare
She thought OF speaking to the min
lister even OF broaching the subject
before the Dorcas Society, never
dreaming that that body found the
tyranny under which she lived the
choicest topic OF conversation before
her arrival.
One morning Mrs. Angler, with {
letter in her hand, entered the kitchen
where her maid was noisi)y washing
dishes. Although Ellen had never
broken or even Clipped dish eacl
click Of the china touched a tender
spot in Mrs. Anglers soul, and shi
spoke sharply: "EI|en, I wish yo1
would be more quiet"
Saint I quiet?" demanded Ellen
facing around.
ooh, yes, yon are. But about thu
dishes, mean," faltered the mistress
avoiding the eyes. ''0h, Ellen,
came to tell you TINT I have a lette,
from my daughter, Mrs. Morrill,, say
ing she is coming to make me a visit
She will be here to dinner. | wish 20,
to get her room ready"
Ellen had resumed her dish washing
and made no response.
"Did you understand, EIlen?' ques
toned Mrs. Angler, fearing the gir
was displeased with ths news.
"Ma'am?" returned Ellen, liftin,
her head.
The tone implied such perfect com
prehension that Mrs. Angler left tn
room without further remark.
When the station carriage contain
ing Mrs. Morrill, stopped before til
house Ellen appeared, quietly put lii
t!eMrs. Angler aside. went down, tn
walk and relieved tho visitor of he
travelling bags.
"lhat Teller on the Vaughn
dumb" she remarked, casting wratf
full look at the driver, who was regay
ing the two with chez
his seat on the box.
amt gqt nolsgs," she
"Hs ser :.
passengers. !" Sas
pleasafiy. 1esaiN
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