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was born and raised," in Cincinnati. women, and the windy metropolis of the northwest, she cherished a curious and violent jealousy.

"Well, ma'am," she said, with surprising heat, "You ain't in Chicago now. It's a pity you ever left that city, you like it so well. If things don't suit you to my house, you can, of course, find different, and as soon as convenient. I shall put up my price the first of next month if I've got to keep a third girl to wait on you.

The next morning, at nine o'clock, Mrs. Tripp, who had been a constituent member of the Chester church, and on that account made the older members and the pastor a semi-annual visitation, appeared at Huldah's door. She had come from Brickville, ten miles away, with a bag of dried apples and a Hubbard squash for the minister, and her knitting and her ear trumpet prepared to spend a week.


"Board! say you, board!" she cried at Huldah, when she had got out the trumpet, and had begun to gather in "Say you take your meals with Mrs. Tompkins? Well! I'll go and set with Sister Yates this morning, and I'll take her the apples, and the other offerin"! I s'posed bein' there was but two on ye, you was housekeeping up stairs. Don't seem like a minister's to me, an' him a boardin'! I've allus ben a great hand to visit ministers' folks, an' I've done for 'em, none better. Brother Grannis's a fortnit to a time. never see afore a minister 'at boarded.

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me afore I started, You'd better tell the minister's wife about our last calf, Malvinay.' She's a splendid critter, if I do say it. But if you don't housekeep, I don't s'pose you want no calves. No. I wouldn't eat a meal of victuals with Pliny Tompkins' widder. My husband signed a note once fur Pliny, and it was a costive piece of work. I don't s'pose, now, you know the least thing about makin' butter, do ye?" and the old lady put out her trumpet toward Huldah, with the vague hope that the calf might find a market later.


"No," said Huldah, trying hard not to laugh.


I could learn, I fancy. It must be an accomplishment to make fine butter.

Now butter was a sore point with Mrs. Tripp. Hers, for some, to her, unaccountable reason, brought a low price in the market. She shut the London horn into its case with a snap.


"Butter! Umm, fine butter! Seems to me I hear a good deal about fine butter," she said, quite out of temper between her recollection of failure to get her own sold, and her suspicion that Mrs. March had heard of the fact. That makes me think 'at somebody out to Brickville, or th' Junction, I guess it was the Junction, was a-tellin' me as you don't know nothin' but to play the pianny. Now, I'd ruther hear a tin pan beat to swarm the bees any day, than the tum-ti-tum of a pianny. You'll have to learn somethin' usefuller 'n such doin's, I can tell ye, if you want your husband to keep a church." Then, smitten by Huldah's sweet young looks, and the recollection of the young daughter she had years ago laid in the black sand of the Brickville burying ground, she added almost kindly, "You must let me speak my mind. I'm an old I'm a-speakin' as a friend."


Reply was useless. Mrs. Tripp, without her trumpet, was as isolated from the world as a knight in a mediæval castle who had drawn up his portcullis. Reiterating that she spoke as a friend, and that a pastor's wife has a great responsibility, she knit energetically into what she called "the seam needle," and departed, leaving the dried apples and the squash, which she spoke of always as "an offerin',' to be called for by Sammy Yates.


David March reached home full of intense, if repressed ill-humor. A speech which he had carefully prepared by request, had been crowded out by a talkative young man in the pay of the Educational society. One of his classmates, (the ass of the class too) had dared to press his hand, with commiseration he afterwards suspected, and had whispered that he must not allow his work to be

interfered with. "If thy right hand offend thee," you know," said the meddlesome acquaintance. Then Dr. Chubb, who had come come back with him, and whom he must entertain some how, had told him with that fatherliness of manner against which a young man is powerless, that his wife's doings were making a great scandal in the denomination, and to give point to his words produced a copy of the Mound City Trumpet, containing the description of Mrs. March's appearance in St. Louis. My dear boy this kind of thing, you know, can't go on, you know," said the good Doctor in conclusion. On his study table he found a paper which he had elaborated for the Orthodox Rexiew, dog-eared and soiled, though it had been "requested," declined with thanks, "as not just now available," His study fire was dead, and through the right side of his head darted fierce jabs of neuralgia, the result of sleeping in a chilly Fort Ann spare bed. "I suppose you have been taking comfort all day drumming," he said, when he had kissed Huldah. The fires are all out, and Dr. Chubb is coming back with me from this afternoon's meeting. He has gone to see Yates now. Yates sent for him.”

Mrs. Tompkins has no spare bed. If Mr. Yates sent for him, why does he not entertain him?"

"So she hasn't. I had forgotten. But it is unfortunate, Yates never entertains. He sent for at least a dozen people while I was at Deacon Fultz`s, and I always had to take them with me. Nice men of course, returned missionaries, and agents for the Boards. But it was often a trial to Mrs. Fultz.”

...I should think so," said Huldah with some indignaon. Something in David's voice irritated her. It was a relief to spend vexation upon Deacon Yates. "And it seems to me a great many of your church people here have strange ideas of what is proper. A dreadful old woman came here from Brickville this morning, prepared, she said, to stay with us a week at least, but she went off because we were not keeping house. She took snuff and had not Dr. Forbes taken me out driving for half an

hour I think I should have been ill this afternoon."

David gave a subdued snort as he rattled at the stove. The annoyances of the past two days woke into new activity, as a blow may make an old scar livid, for a vague jealousy stirred within him.

..I do wish you would speak to Norah occasionally about the fires," he said in a rasping voice, "I know of nothing more disagreeable than coming into a chilly house."

Huldah looked at him in silence, thinking that he was ignoring her feelings and treating her as if she, too, like Norah, were a servant, and one not very faithful to her duties.

I wish you would have her put my study in order, and ask Mrs. Tompkins if some sort of a cot cannot be made for the Doctor, somewhere. If nowhere else, in my study."

Norah is not in the house," said Huldah in the low voice which in her meant excited feeling, and she related the conversation at the tea-table the evening before.

I'm sorry you said anything." David rubbed his head, exasperated by neuralgia, his circumstances, and also, it must be admitted, by his wife, who instead of trying to make things easy for him, seemed to think of herself as a mere room-mate might, whose business clashed against his. It was very difficult for me to find three rooms. And we do not want to move twice this Spring. I have hoped to rent a whole house, but there is the furnishing. It seems to me till we know what we can do, the work might be got along with somehow. There isn't much of it."

It is easy for the one who does not do it, to say that," said Huldah who had grown quite pale. By somehow I suppose you mean that I might carry coal and ashes, and attend to Norah's other duties." It was impossible for her not to say these words, for which she was sure she would be very sorry, when David had kissed her, as he must in a minute.

"I don't know what you mean," he said feeling that his wife was bringing about him a cloud of vexing, petty

difficulties. "When two people are married, there is work for each one. I suppose you think a wife has

some duties."

"Yes, I would scrub floors for you, if necessary, but I would not call it my duty if it were not necessary. I should like to be certain as to what are my real duties. Mrs. Podd has her ideas, Mrs. Tompkins hers, and that dreadful Mrs. Tripp hers, and you, yours. It seems to me the guide to duty is within, and I feel no prompting to obey any of you, in your demands. Before my marriage, life was more simple."

In spite of the fact that his profession brought him into frequent and intimate association with women, they were still great riddles to Mr. March. Perhaps he would have understood his wife better had he been able to judge her as he would have judged a man, but he was not. All lights and values changed in life for women, he considered. At this moment a drilling pain in his right ear made him wince. He was naturally given to disputation, and when he had drawn from Huldah the story of the past two days, instead of soothing her with expressions of affection, he did the worst thing possible, and began to argue.

"I do not think any one of the women meant any harm," he said; "As for Mrs. Podd, she no doubt belives if you could modify yourself a little, it would be better. As my wife it is in your power to greatly help or hinder me. I do not mean that my people have any right to demand an assistant pastor's work from you. But the great point to them is that you are their pastor's wife. What you did as a single woman does not count. From the moment of marriage a wife's duties are first."

"I do not know what you mean by a wife's duties. You seem to include in that all that your people would force upon me.


"I cannot separate myself from my work. You do take that into account enough," cried David, with a groaning recollection of Dr. Chubb, and the column in the Mound City Trumpet. What you consider

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