The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-06-19

'Humph l"muttered Farmer Holmes
looking askance at the new help which
his wife had engaged; "humph, she
don't look fit for much with such
hands aud such a waist.
Git? Why you haven't an idea Of
oil she's done todayl" answered Mrs.
Holmes, enthusiastically. "She's
swept the parlor carpet with a damp
broom, dipped in something or other
IA little alum in it, I believe-and
made the eolors come out as fresh and
clean as when twas new She tells me
that if the brooms are dipped in hot
suds, once a week or so, they'll grow
very tough and sweep better and last
longer than half a dozen ordinary
ones. Then she's cleaned up the old
gilt frames that wanted regilded, I'M
til they shine like gold; and told me
how l could make a better pudding
with less eggs-that very pudding you
praised at diuner-and how to take
the stains out of the new table cloth;
aud now she's altering the pattern OF
my new dress, that 1 never could get
to fit, and making it look like a differ
ent thing. II she goes on 50, she'll
be treasure, despite her white hands
and small waist-and pretty face, too
for that matterl"
Squire Holmes, as he was called in
the neighborhood, found his home
more tidy and cheerful looking his
Sunday hat better brushed; his Sun
day cravnt better ironed, and his hand
kerchiefs better hemmed than they
had been for many year. Also, his
wife, who of late had become fretful
and complaining Of overwork and the
worry Of inefficient help, nowa appeared
wonderfully frightened up. And, in
deed, poor Mrs Holmes felt as though
a burden of daily care was removed
from her shoulders; and she became
quite grateful and attached to the
pretty, cheerful, obliging girl, who
verify, as she observed to q neighbor,
was like sunbeam and a blessing in
the house. She only wished that she
had such a daughter, she added, sigh
ing +; and the wonder to her was that
Richard should be so indifferent to
Mirandy, since he appeared to have
given up all thought OF that city Miss
Weston, who would have been very
unsuitable match for farmers SOL
and country doctor.
"Dick, said Squire Holmes, polk
ing in the ashes with the end of his
cane, "DiOk, you don't so to see that
girl, Miss Weston, now, Ell ?"
mo, sir" answered Dick, de-
murely.
"Glad of It'll Thought you'd take
sensible view of the thing in time.
Still, young fellow like you ought
to marry. A doctor can never sue.
ceed we'll in his profession without
wife. "
'I agree with you, sir" said the
doctor.
eff you could find suitable CIR
now, suggested the squire, cautiously
"a tidy, industrious, smart good-tem
pered, good-looking-"
"Dear me, fatherl" interrupted
Dick, in a tone OF establishment
"wbere on earth am to find such
combination of projections ?"
"Why?" said the old man, lookin
up sharply, there's Mirandy, for in
stance"
"Oh" said the doctor, turning owe
the leaves OF big book.
Eyes, sir and nicer sri couldn'
be found this side o the ocean, sir
That's my opinion, !"
1t was the DOCTORS also, though h
did not just then choose to express i
So things went on for a week or tw
longer, Dick and Miranda seemin
rather to avoid each other. The oil
people we're concerned, and became
! Of course, more than ever eager 70
the match.