Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1897-01-07

D 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 a novel mental
condition for Mrs. Angler who had
always ruled her household, which had
hitherto consisted of her daughter er,
and her one maid, with a rod of iron
Her traits were SO well known that the
girls in the Select Employment Office
always shook their heads when invited
to go and talk with Mrs. Angler, and
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.
81 get the meals, | wash the clo'es,
clean up, clean up, clean up. What
more you want? l amt no slave to
work all time!" blazed Ellen, one af-
tecnoon when Mrs. Angler attempted
to expostu,ate 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
and Mrs. Angler retreated from the
kitchen with barely a trace of her
usual prim dignity.
1t was Ellen'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 Angler 8
spick span house had never been in
such state of spick span-ness as
during Ellen's reign. But she was O
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
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 boarder in her
own house. A boarder, too, who was
treated with sort of half antagonistic
liberation. If she would prefer gra-
ham gems instead of corn mullins for
breakfast, she never dared say 30, for
she was afraid of the way those wide
eyes with the lashless lids would stare
She thought of speaking to the min
ister even of broachiDg 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
letter in her hand, entered the kitchen
where her maid was noisily washing
dishes. Although Ellen had never
broken or even Clipped a dish each
click of the china touched a tender
spot in Mrs. Anglers soul, and she
spoke sharply: "EIlen, wish you
would be more quiet"
"Ain't 1 quiet?" demanded Ellen,
facing around.
"Oh, yes, you are. But about the
dishes, mean" faltered the mistress,
avoiding the eyes. '0h, Ellen,
came to tell you that l have letter
from my daughter, Mrs. Morrill,, say
ing she is coming to make me visit.
She will be hero to dinner. / 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 that 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
tleMrs. Angler aside, went down the
walk and relieved the visitor of hel
travelling bags.
THAT feller on the wagginI
dumb !" she remarked, casting a wrath
full look at the driver, who was regard
ing the two with cheerful interest from
his seat on the box. cor perhaps ht
! amt got no legs" she added scornfully
"He never was very attentive to hi
passengers, returned Mrs. Morrill,
pleasantly.
"Be you her daughter?" gaspec
Ellen, devouring Mrs. Morrill's fac,
with her eyes.
The lady smiled fearlessly into th,
eyes and answered, Eyes"
A dull flush slowly mounted t.