Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-04-17
CAKE RECIPES FOR OREASTER-TTKLNK OF THE NEL
And So They
Were Married
START THIS STORY TO-DAY
BY HAZEL DEYO BATCHELOR
COPYRIGHT, 1919. bv Public Ledger Co.


want maid.
How are we going about getting
one!' she had asked helplessly.
How about asking your mother
Ruth considered. well, we might
ask" she said finally and called her
mother on the telephone.
"A part time maid?" Mrs. Rowland
had said eagerly. "Well. you are com e
ing to your senses. aren't you? won.
dered when you were going to discover
that you couldn't manage alone. I'm
surprised that Scott allowed you TO do
it,"
Don't blame Scott. It's his idea
about the maid now
Mrs. Rowland loved being asked TO
do things, she loved to officiate. and in
consequence Liza was installed in the
tiny apartment and the first day she
was there. she ate four eggs, drank all
the milk in the house. and neglected 70
dust at all.
Ruth came home to a diSordcry
apartment, the beds were wrinkled.
everything had look of general care
lessness. and Ruth with her lips set
in a hard line did everything over, sent
Scott to the store for more supplies.
and got the dinner ready without saying
Il word. Liza had home of her own
and had found it impossible to come in
the afternoon, so they had engaged her
for the morning instead and she had in
vited herself to lunch. Luncheon had
not been in the original agreement.
Liza was very much surprised when
Scott told her she wouldn't do, and the
next maid was rather pretty washed
out young woman with weary smile.
Scott had advertised this time and she
had been waiting outside the apartment
one evening when Ruth came home.
She smiled her weary smile at Ruth
and hastened to say.
Il hurried here so that l could be the
first. T need the job
Ruth took her inside and talked to
her. She carefully explained what had
to be done, and then spoke about din
ner.
20. | couldn't stay for dinner. the
woman objected. You see I'm married
and I have little boy to take care of.
I could come in the morning, and do
up the work. y
Mrs. Jones was such 4 relief after
Liza, and Ruth was so certain that the
weary look in her eyes was due to some
reason why she needed money, that she
engaged her anyway. and when Scott
s,l,a foII Ii nf
rangement.
"But we said we wouldn't engage
another woman who wouldn't come in
| the afternoon and cook dinner Scott
said quickly.
II know. dear. but after oil. this is
best. If she cooked dinner we'd have
to feed her and it would cost twice as
much. This way is much better. really
it is
But it doesn't relieve you for the
, evening
Yes it does. if don't have to wash
the dishes, I don't mind getting dinner
a bit"
/ Scott was doubtful. but they de-
cded to try it, and Mrs. Jones was in
stalled as an experiment.
Mrs. Jones was thoroughly honest.
but she was not farseeing. If she
washed the dishes we'll, she neglected to
dust, and if she cleaned the bathtub she
left the stove in a mess. She seemed
TO have. her mind eternally on something
else. Ruth took to writing her notes
and leaving them pinned to one of the
towels in the kitchen. Her kitchen that
she had been so proud OF ana wnicn had
at one time been so spotless now wore
an eternally dingy look. Ruth could
not tell exactly what gave it that look
excepting for the fact that things in
the kitchen We're never all cleaned at
the same time; there was always an
omission.
At the Office Ruth's job had taken on
in routine fashion. She realized what
| was wanted of her, and she tried her
best to be easy and gracious, but with
sense of injustice smouldering in her
heart. and the worries of the apartment
constantly on her shoulders. the thrill
of having position and all the little
things that had once seemed an exciting
part of it now went for nothing.
Ruth had to do great many things
these days that she hated. For one
thing she was forced to eat alone, but
she had never grown used to it, and she
always hurried through her lunch as
fast as she could. One evening when
she unlocked the apartment door. she
found everything just as she had left
it in the morning, the beds were un-
made. the kitchen in wild disorder. the
breakfast dishes on the table, and there
was nothing to explain it. That was
the evening that Ruth realized just how
she had grown to depend upon Mrs.
Jones, unsatisfactory as she had been.
That was the night that she almost
gave up and confessed to Scott that she
knew quite well that she would never
be a success in the business world. She
hated it all thoroughly, and most of al
the fact that she somehow was not eff
cient in an Office. Ruth was realizing
a great many things and one important
thing was that it takes more than the
will to do things, to do them well.
TN the next installment Helen Ware
attempts TO take hand in Ruth's bust.
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