The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1865-03-01

"Wen, Mrs. Brown"
"You are sure the fowl will be nicely
roasted for dinner 2"
"Quite sure"
Sand tbs creams will be properly
favored ?"
"Certsinly-I saw to them myself"
II wouldn't have anything happen
wrong for ten dollars" said Mrs Brown,
solemnly. "Yea see it's Mr.. Smiths
FIRST visit here, and so much depends
on first impressions. 0, by the way, DC
you know if Desire has ironed Miss An.
astatia's white muslin 7"
81 saw her carry it up stairs"
so, very well. You see, Becky, said
Mrs. Bro@n, growing confidential, "Mr.
Smith aad Statia are sort of related--my
brothers. second wlfe's cousin was lis
uncle's stepmother-and if he sk0ald
take a fancy to her It's just like what's
always happenin' IN novsis, and the ehild
couldn't hardly sleep last aight, thinkin'
what might happen y
Becky smiled little, wishing in i.ar
secret heart that Mr. Smiths sojourE vas
over. What Was he to Ter, this IN
known employer, any mora than nine
hundred and ninety,nine Thousand other
Smiths roaming at large. Sc she took a
little basket on her arm, aud stole away
down the shaded garden paths to gather
luscious red vaspberries for he manuf&c-
ture Of a nest of tagtlets that were 20
crown the banquet thai afternoon.
A very pretty picture she made, most
unconsciously, the sunshine sitting thro
tremuloas canopy of soft green leaves
upon the disordeTed silky curls, aad
touching her fair forehead with tiny
shafts of god, while the fush of heat on
her cheek and the little mouth reddcr
than the reddest cherry on the old tree
overhead were simply bewitching! Per-
hsps the bro8n.winged robin in the hedge
and great purple and maroon butterflies
swinging among the rose thickets thought
SO, for they were her only companions
until
Ye fates what a frightened Bit of a
shrek it was, as Becky Martel dropped
her basket of crimson fruit among the
bushes.
"z beg ynnr rardnn- =aaliz" ezclairAeI
the embarrassed young man who had
swaag himsalf lightly ove- the hedge,
"h1t I fancie3 this was the shortest way
to the house I dia not kuow-"
He stopped all Of a sudden, and looked
at her with bewildered eyes.
"1tiss Marsel p
"Nr Smith! %
"What does this meal-how does it
happen--I SHOULD say, how came you
here :"
II might ask tae same question Of
vou!" said Becky with all tie regal dig.
rity that never deserted that little kitchen
maid.
"Ehy, I'm coming to live here-dou't
you know %
Becky colored to the very roots Of her
fossy curls-she was just beginning to
realize matters. But she was regal still,
With the empty basket on her arm aud
her heart throbking violently behind the
waist of her blue check apro7.
"And l do live here, NJ. Smith al
though | never dreamed that you we're
the master of MiIldeau."
olive here? Excuse me, Kiss Mar:el,
if | fell to comprehend yea"
81 am kitchea-maid at the Dean" said
Becky mole Ike queen than She had
ever spoken in her life.
"kitchen-maid! Miss 5IeEtell Will
you be so kind as 70 explain yourself z"
"Ceztainly, s.-. I am pOor--it became
necessary to cara ny living, and this 9as
the only path thai seemed opened to me-
Do not for morleat suppose that [ am
of the position, izvolving IS it
does, honest labor, fer an not. !"
Hn-she was not-ard Calender
Smith respected her at that moment
more than he had ever donein the croHd
md glitter of the Saratoga ballroom.
"M;ss Martel," said he quietly taking
ser berry y-stained hand in his, [ have
'omethiag to say to you-somethiag |
,ave wanted to say ever since the morn
ng when you vanished away from Sara.
oga, no one knew hoz or wk;ther."
"What is itH
What Eas it! Ask the bcown robins
hat futts-ed around the two youne heads
ask tie great purple butterfly that
lung in the air like floating fower-ask
he sunsAiea that streams is amber rain
bout their teet, fe- we shall not tell
Al we mean to disclose IS that Mr
saith walked up to to the house, in fall
rev of the astonished housekeeper and
md Miss AHastasia, with the kitchen
n2id leaning on his arm.
"Well speu my word J" calculated Mrs.
Brown.