The Opelousas courier., 1897-01-16

blue eyes on her face, little Mrs. An
| gier said she never knew what to do
This must have been a novel menta
condition for Mrs. Angler who had
always ruled her household, which hat
hitherto consisted Of her daughter,
and her one maid, with a rod of iron.
Her traits were 60 we'll known that the
girls in the Select Employment Office
always shook their heads when invited
to go and talk with Mrs. Angler, AM
never took the place except rs q last
resort. But Ellen, the Swedish girl,
was not afraid Of Mrs. Angler nor Of
her work, and from the 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, I wash the clo'es,
I clean up, clean up, clean up. What
more you want? I amt 10 slave ia
work all time!' blazed Ellen, one af.
ternoon when Mrs. Angler attempted
to expostuEate with her for sitting 50
costly in the kitchen crocheting her
endless cotton lace. There was a dull
red flush on the girls high, bare brow
and Mrs. Angler retreated from the
kitchen with barely g trace Of her
usual 1rirn dignity.
It was Ellen's gospel to which she
lived roligiously that there was a time
for everything. and that everything
should be done in its time. She got
the meals by the clock, utilizing pro.
visions to IN extent that surprised even
prudent Mrs. Angler. did certain work
on a ertain days, week in and week
out, and every one said that Anglers
spick span house had never been in
such g state Of spick span-ness as
during Ellen's reign. But she was a
law unto 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.
Jag 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 a sort Of half antagonistic
liberation. If she would prefer gra.
ham gems instead OF corn nufius for
breakfast, she never dared say So, for
she was afraid of the way those wide
eyes with the lashless 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 a
in her hand, entered the kitchen
where her maid was noisi]y washing
Although Ellen had never
broken OF even Clipped a dish each
click Of the china touched a tender
spot in Mrs. Anglers soul. and she
epoke sharply: "Ellen, I wish you
would be moro quiet"
"Ain't I qniet?' demanded Ellen,
facing around.
"Oh, yes, you are. But about the
dishes, I mean,' faltered the mistress,
avoiding the eyes. "Oh, Ellen, I
came to tell you that l have a letter
from my daughter. Mrs. Morrill,, say.
ing she is coming to make me q visit.
She will be here to dinner. I wish you
to get her room ready"
Ellen had resumed her dish washing
and made no response.
"Did you understand. Ellen" ques.
toned Mrs. Angler, fearing the girl
was displeased with the news.
"Ma'am?" returned Ellen, lifting
her head.
The tone implied such perfect com
prehension - Mrs. Angler left the
room without further remark.
When the station carriage contain
ing Mrs. Morrill, stopped before the
house Ellen appeared, quietly put lit.
t!eMrs. Angler aside. went down the
walk and relieved the visitor of her
travelling bags.
"Ihat Teller on the waggin's
she remarked, casting a wrath.
full look at the driver, who was regard.
ing the two with cheerful interest from
his seat or the box. COR perhaps he
amt got rolegs," she added scornfully.
"He never was very attentive to his
passengers" returned Mrs. Morrill,.
pleasantly.
"Be you her daughter?" gasped
Ellen, devouring Mrs. Morrill's face
with her eyes.
The lady smiled fearlessly into the
eyes and answered, "yes."
A dull flush slowly mounted to
ElIen's brow, rs she said, "Why you
are blonde. and she's-eakw
Ellen stood by and watched almost
greedily while the ladies embraced,
and followed awkwardly when they
entered the house with their arms
around each other.
"Would you take them up to nv
room, Ellen, please? One at a time ii
too heavy for you
II could take YOU too" returned
starting Oh.
Glow odd she il, Mamma. Where
you ever get herr" exclaimed
Mrs. Morrill,. dropping Yearly into a
chair.
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