The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1857-05-20

ga night-key?"
yes"
Wo were thoroughly prepared either
to get mad or to indulge in a roar. 90
"Biddy," continued the mother, eye
kin GO till the gentleman's house. Ah!
yer honor, sur. A felly desaved her
the murtheria, blaggard promised to
marry her aud didu'tl and, sur, her lit
tie lace heart is knocked into smither-
ings. All, sur. be aisy with her."
Biddy Mallory delicate Biddy
Malony with little laced heart
We told Biddy to=calL the ensuing
day at our residence, and mentally re-
solved to tell our home department y
to then and there inform ber that she
wasn't wanted. 1t was the only plan we
could adopt to save that delicate and
remarkable young gian:ess the pain Of
direct refusal.
"Wudn't yez like to sup bit iy ould
whiskyurale stuff-ould Nick's brew
ing, yer honor-and bit of pertatie,
or Whit iv herriu?"
"Bidd'll be there airly, at tho top iv
tae mornin', slr;; and if yez had time,
she'd be obleeged to yez, eff yez wud
have towels and sope in the bath room.
ready forninst the time she'll be there.
bekase Doctor O'Toole said warum bath
wud he halin' to her delicate fsylins "
"Ef ye place, sur" added Biddy,
with her avalanchine mouth wide agape.
We bolted-evaporated in
to Shuttle court-into Nagur alley-in-
to Ninth street, where we began to
breath something else than the vapor of
herrings and old pipes.
Biddy being failure of the largest
size, we took up No ga highly re-
spectacle single lady," Miss Margaret
Muffer, No., Poplar street." We
found the house indicated to be a very
imposing brick and mortar affair, got
up after the most approved borus style.
We ussended the steps and pulled the
bell knob. A little slip slop girl came
to the door, with broom in one hand
and slash rag in the other.
What's wanting ?''
Does Miss Muffer live hsSe?"
"Misses Muffer stays herel was the
reply. Keep straight on up them stairs
until you get to the top; then turn
short round and 60 in at the fust
door"
We obeyed; and through the "fust
door, we bolted, af er knocking and re-
ceiving hint to "come in." The room
was an attic not very large nor very
we'll furnished. The ceiling was stained
by the leaking of the roof aud the car.
pet afflicted with a sort of ink and
grease measles Near the coal graft
slumbered, in diguifed repose, a mag
niticent tnbby, with crop ears and stub
tail, and blind in one eye. Over the
mantle shelf hung a wood cut of ''Don.
ua Iuez secreting herself in the RUSS
of Don Melchior's Castle; from the
persecution Of Don Ignacio Bustblow,
the rejected lover" Miss Muffer sat
uear the window, reading the exciting
romance from which the wood cut had
been torn.
Take seat sir! Did you call repect.
ing tho advertisement.
"That is our business. Are you en-.
gagged yet ?"
Il regret TO say, am not. I have
had several offers but the establishments
were not suitable to my temperatement
and I was unavoidable compelled to de
cline My disposition is accurately de
scribsd in that advertisement 1 air
healthly, quick on foot but, sir, you
know disappontments- aud better day
Where were you last-your last
place, We mean.'' Her face was as ex-
pressive as the wrong side of poor
mans plaster. Ugly, ;oo-she had shor,
curis aad long hose.
have, sir, never been out bu,
once before, aud | am sorry to re-
mark that that family did not suit me
They were opposed to literature-or, l
may say, opposed to the prevalence ot
literature among the serveuts. We Ia
dies in the kitchen were never allowed
to see the papers and magazines until
every bodyelse had got through with
them, which was aggravationg to the
feelings of lady who had seen better
days, as have"
"Cau you cook, wash, and iron ?"
"No; but can superintsnd the Gu
linary and laundry departments.
know how things ought to be done"
"And your employers, as we'll al
things" thought We.
And l like your appearance, sir
aud, really, as we have become so famil
lar, 1 should like to ask the favor o
bringing Celestiua with me-"
"Celestina! oil ah! you have child?
"Sir, I am not married. In earl
youth-but that is neither here no
there. Celsstina, sir, is my tabby-
that poor, afectionate creature, who
has clupg to my fallen fortunes, an
which, sir, fell victem to rutless oui
rage from small boy, and got one c
its beautiful eloquent eyes punched on