i A HOUSEHOLD ANGEL'
By Augustus Goodrich Sherwin.
"(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
1 "She won't do, Silas," said Mrs.
jSreen in a positive tone "she
Won't do at all."
j "I'm afraid not," answered her
husband with a doleful shake of
?he head. "I reckon John has
lade a dreadful mistake. Not
-Madge Was in His Arms Sobbing
Out Her Pitiful Story.
ithat the poor little thing has a
.lazy bone in her body. She's
bright, chipper and accommodat
ing, but it's all the wrong way."
"Yes, working embroidery and
training roses don't coun like,
milking and making butter," ob
served the practical housewift.
"There's Ellen, now. She's worth
her weight in gold at the churr."
"And Mary," added the old
farmer. "Why, that girl just
makes fun of pitching hay."
Ellen was the wife of James
Green, and Mary had married his
brother, Ethan. They were great
strapping fellows, both of them,
and their wives mated them. The
hold farmer had declared they had
showed rare common sense lh se
lecting helpmates who knew ho1
to earn their living.
"It's all come of John going to
college," mourned the old man.
"He came back with his crazy
scientific farming ideas, and a lit
tle doll of a thing who never wet
her fingers in the way of work."
The "little doll of a thing,"
Madge Green, the bride of a
month, was at that very moment
crying as if her heart would
break, in a vine embowered cor
ner of the front porch. She had
heard every word spoken by the
farmer and his wife1.
It was not the first time that
Madge had learned that these
rough but honest-hearted people
considered her entirely out of her
natural element. She had come
to Willow farm in good faith, and
had tried to be happy and helpful.
Mrs. Green had laughed at her,
however, when she got up a meal
composed of really exquisite dain,
ties, but a mere incidental mouth
ful to hungry seekers after corn
beef and cabbage, and lots of it
The farmer had regarded her with
reaj. sympathy when Jiejound hec
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