The sun. (Wilmington, Del.) 1897-19??, 1901-01-22
JENNY'S POSITION
by Mrs. Charles c. Marble.
ENNYw The tone was queru-

] want that you should git supper TO-
night"
The girl readjusted the bit of ribbon
she was placing upon hat of rather
ancient shape, and answered only with
an impatient frown.
Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed, and
Jenny still continued in the same en-
poyment.
The mother, with weary sigh, arose
from the chintz-coyered rocking chair
and moved towards the kitchen.
your father and the boyslI be com
ing in afore long," she said, "and you
know how cross they be when the table
amt set and the victuals ready"
There you co. replied Jenny, an
grily, tossing the hat from her; "al
ways complaining! Your time must be
everybody's time. l didn't say wasn't
going to get supper, dbl II"
The mother by this time was in the
kitchen, turning some -four into bowl.
Jenny picked up the hat again, and
twisted and retwisted the ribbon.
'Im determined to have this hat
trimmed for church tomorrow" she
said, aloud. "It's nothing but cook,
sweep, wash dishes; wash dishes, sweep
and cook. Life is becoming almost un-
bearable."
From the kitchen, presently, came
the mothers voice again.
Jenny, amt you goin' to set the
table? You amt done a thing about
the house to-day, and I'm ennymost
ready to drop"
''Of course / intend to set the table,"
impatiently returned the girl, having
adjusted the ribbon to her satisfac-
ton. anybody, to hear you talk,
mother, would think you did all the
work of the house,
'Well!" in weary tone. 'it's true.
Jenny, that you shirk more and more
every day you live. I'm the first one
up in the mornin', and the breakfast
is all done long afore ever you come
down, that you know. I'm gittin' old
too, and this gittin' up NV winter morn
ms in the cold hes brung on the rheu-
matiz mighty bad. Eff git laid up with
it, don't see what's to become of all
of you. / rally don't"
"Why, father will have to hire a serv.
ant. that's all,' retorted Jenny. "FoI
my part, I'm about tired of pokinp
along in this country place, anyway
I'm going up to the city to learn type
writing, and get position"
The mother made no reply, but
thoughtfully, with her thumb, pressed
an indentation into the biscuits before
resigning them to the oven.
The following morning dawned milo
and sunny. Sweet and clear to the
Bently family came the distant sount
of church bells, and as Mrs. Bentl,
stood upon the kitchen porch, broom
in hand, the look of WEAKNESS upon he
face lightened.
II hev notion to go to church my
SELF" said she, addressing her husband
"We he'd such n late breakfast that
caHxerlate we kin do without Dime
till late into the AFTERNOON. It'll be
change and rest for me, too"
Farmer Bently, who was filing hi
pipe, hummed unconsciously bar o
the hymn 'There is rest for the weary,
but after a Whit or two, said un
amiably:
81 don't like to be throwed out ov M
regular meals, Marian Jane, on a Sun
day no more'n ov week days, and
reclxin' the boys air ov the same min
as me-"
"You bet!" slangcd the boys, VIII
were backing their boots and doin
other personal chores, sit don't seer
like eaten ef you don't sot down /
meals at reglar hours"
"Then I'll not 60" submssively n
piled the mother, 'and maybe it would
mt hev done me no good, nohow. /
sot down, howsomever, and read til
Bible a spell. ] git good deal ov col
ISOLATION out'n ov it; more'n / do out q
Parson Whites sermonts | sometime
think. The last time | went to churc
he preached about the angel havin' til
key ov the bottomless pit, and abol
ire dragon and the beasts, and settil
seal onto Satan. There weren't or
word ov comfort for me in the who
sermont. Nothin' of love fer the hear
nor rest fer the speret."
Monday found Jenny more dete
mine than ever upon seeking livel
hood in the city.
"Alice Brown and her sister had {
lovely new hats in church yesterday
she said, fretfully, to her mother
breakfast, land ! am going to cal
money and dress myself like other girl
] am indeed! Father will have to gf
me that 800 which grandfather willt
me, and before that is gone I'll
earning $40 week or more"
Through the mothers mind dart'
n vision of her daughter dressed in
manner ill-befitting her slender meal
and station in life, target for sly j
nuendoes and questioning smiles, b
she only said:
Suppose, Jenny, git sick and y,
so fer away? There wouldn't be o.
Twin soul to take care of me as a dart
ought, and your father will find
mighty hard, I'm a thinkin' to raj
that 500 now. He hes been a-usin'
it. you know, onto the farm. 1t
- seem as though hev about everythil
to bear, it do so," and the over-woTlte
troubled little woman sat down a
cried silently behind the corner. of b
bingham apron.
But it ended in the girl having h
wav. Pouts and frowns and sharp
forts had their effect, but more tn
all, to her "ciose-fisted" father, was
tempting bait of her future earnin
And so to the city went Jenny, fu
n tl,n+ Ia " fnpp and u1li