The Forest Republican

—The trials of a young widower up in Windham county, Vt., in trying to get "help," are readily told by an exchange. At last, almost discouraged, he drew up in front of a small dwelling among the hills, and asked the customary question, "Can you tell me where I can get a woman to do the work in a farm house?"

"Where are ye from?" asked the old man, viewing the handsome horse and buggy with a clerical air.

"My name is —t, and I am from."

"Oh yes! I've heard of you; you lost your wife a spell ago. Wall, I've got six gals—good gals too, and you may take a pick among 'em for a wife; but they wouldn't none of 'em think of going out 'ter work. I should full as lives you should take Hannah, because she's the oldest, and her chance ain't quite so good, seein' as she's nigh-sighted and can't hear very well: but if you don't want her, you can take your pick of the others."

Our friend went in, selected the best looking one, drove to the justice and was married, and carried his bride home that very night, having secured a permanent and efficient housekeeper, who proves thus far in every way satisfactory, with no question of wages, and no limit to the work she is expected to do.