Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1901-09-23

taify; it can be chocolate creams or
anything
How perfectly Lovely
Yes. isn't It? And you remember
about the phone. How we could not
use it unless Miss White knew who WAS
calling us up. and everything? Well.
we can use the phone all we please
now"
Isn't that fne?"
Eyes; and Sundays, you know, we al
ways had thin slices of bread and but
ter, and lady fingers for tea. Well, now
we have salad and jam"
oh wish could come"
You really ought to. Miss Vale
is perfect. You miss SO much not be-
ing under her-mamma says so. oh,
this is my street; | must get OFF here
Goodbye dear. Do try TO get your
papa to let you come back.
And the rosy girl hurried into the
seminary grounds, fearful lest she be
Ave minutes late. Marguerite was
whizzed uphappily homeward. A sad
fate she felt was hers-eompelied to
live in house where the buttery was
always open, the bonbon dish was new
or empty and there were no restrictions
! on using the telephone
When a woman like Helen Burt
sheds briny teardrops on the potatoes
she is pairing for dinner you may
| know that things are going very
wrong. They were, and had been for
Just one month"; month OF steady.
but fruitless search for the right per-
son. competent and willing, to act as
in, 1,a nj
little fat. She had haunted intelll-
gence Offices in vain. She had laid
trains of expectation from north.
south and west side agencies to her
home. and had telephoned them each
morning with unfailing regularity, to
receive invariably the same disappoint-
ing response The canning OF fruit and
making OF jelly had come into these
weary weeks, but though her fruit
closet was as overcrowded as tene-
ment house the thought of it'failed to
cheer. She was tired, the day had
been a record breaker and she wept.
But when the doorbell rang she -wip-
ed her hands and her eyes and answer
ed It. There stood tall slender, blue
eyed young woman. She was fair, and
her blond hair curled In ringlets
around face which wore almost a
look of>ehildish appeal and innocence.
She said: 81 think | like to work
for you
Mrs Burt has her own methods OF
rigorous conscientiousness in engag-
ing domestic. So. REFRESHING the ef-
fusive welcome which trembled on her
lips. she proceeded to set forth in the
most extreme manner her urgent needs
and demands. But when she paused
the fair Hilda only smiled and said:
II tell you what ! like-to be with
family what is aniiable."
When Mrs. Burt told her husband
that night what had happened she said
"Of course I engaged her. II any one
has right to that reputation we have,
haven't we. George. dear?"
Sure said George.
A few days of peace and serenity fol-
lowed. But one afternoon. going hur-
riedly into the kitchen with an extra
thought about dinner, she found pic
ture there. Hilda stood at the table.
her white arms barred. She WIS roll
ing her pie crust, but she did not know
what an almost impossible thinness Il
had reached. for her eyes were busy
elsewhere. At the side Of the table sat
George. His elbows were on its edge.
while his upturned face. resting in his
hands, wore foolish smile.
She did not linger. Nor did George.
But in the ouiz which followed the
only answer she could get was the in
jured protest, II was only trying to be
amiable."
Hilda has gone. Mrs Burt again
pares the potatoes.