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From Whose Bourne

Creator: Barr, Robert, 1850-1912
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There was no answer from the rigid figure at the front of the bed. After a few moments she placed her hand quietly over the sleeper's face. As she did so, her startled eyes showed that she had received a shock. Instantly she sat upright in bed, and looked for one brief second on the face of the sleeper beside her; then, with a shriek that pierced the stillness of the room, she sprang to the floor. "Will! Will!" she cried, "speak to me! What is the matter with you? Oh, my God! my God!" she cried, staggering back from the bed. Then, with shriek after shriek, she ran blindly through the hall to the stairway, and there fell fainting on the floor. CHAPTER II. William Brenton knelt beside the fallen lady, and tried to soothe and comfort her, but it was evident that she was insensible. "It is useless," said a voice by his side. Brenton looked up suddenly, and saw standing beside him a stranger. Wondering for a moment how he got there, and thinking that after all it
Wanted, a Young Woman to Do Housework Business principles applied to housework

PREFACE This little book is not a treatise on Domestic Science. The vacuum cleaner and the fireless cooker are not even mentioned. The efficient kitchen devised in such an interesting and clever way has no place in it. Its exclusive object is to suggest a satisfactory and workable solution along modern lines of how to get one's housework efficiently performed without doing it one's self. If the propositions that she advances seem at first startling, the writer begs only for a patient hearing, for she is convinced by strong reasons and abundant experience, that liberty in the household, like social and political liberty, can never come except from obedience to just law. C.H.B.
was a dream, he said-- "What is useless? She is not dead." "No," answered the stranger, "but _you_ are." [Illustration: He saw standing beside him a stranger.] "I am what?" cried Brenton. "You are what the material world calls dead, although in reality you have just begun to live." "And who are you?" asked Brenton. "And how did you get in here?" The other smiled. "How did _you_ get in here?" he said, repeating Brenton's words. "I? Why, this is my own house." "Was, you mean." "I mean that it is. I am in my own house. This lady is my wife." "_Was,_" said the other.