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

you recommend aay suitable person Is
US 7"
"I can recomend myselfw
"Yourselfw
Becky MarteI laughed at Miss Browns
look of dismay.
"Why not' I am poor and must do
something"
But thought Mrs. Martei had shares
in some Company or other that reudeieo
you indepe Ddeut %
sThe Company has unforsanataiy fail
| ied."
"Ohw said kGestasia. "But Becky,
you are q lady-Or have been brought up
as one"
"Well--cannst be a lady still, even
/ though it should be in kitchen p
Anastasia shrugged her shoulders.
"Why don't you teach or take in sew
/ ing, or something Of that sort 7"
Becky bit her lip; she did cot Like this
species of eatechism.
81 don'E teach, because TIE district
school is already taken, don't sew be-
cause nobody in this vicinity has any
sewing to give me. Now will you allow
me to pass Z"
Miss Aoastasia drew back, aud Becky
Martel went up stairs to the housekeep-
er's room with the dignity of young
queen.
Mrs. BEown le;surly polished her spec
tacles on the end of her apren as she
listened to Reekyfs statement of her er.
rand
"Do tell" said Mrs. Brown. "To.
think o. your goin' out as kitchin gal
Why, your hands is as white as our Sta
sia's. It's comedown 10 the world, amt
Iit-and Widow Martel has always held
ker head SO high. Dear me-a kitchen
gel p
"Where is the the hayn?" said Becky
cenposedly. II have yet to learn that
there is any disgrace IL earning an honest
livelihood in whatsoever manner may seen
best"
"0f courSe-of COURSE" said Mre.
Brown. "But Stasia never washed dish
or ironed pocket handkerchief in her
life--ahe things its kind % low work
and then Stasia'S SO literary. However,
[ don't know as I have any objections
what can you do 7"
And Becky went Though a list of her
domestic accomplishments as calmly as a
fashionably educated young lady enumer-
ateS the conquests she had made or the
number of parties she had attended dur
ing the year. Mrs. Brown nodded her
head thGughtfully at each one, and Miss
Anastasia, who had sagatered up stairs,
tossed her glbbons rather scornfully.
"Well, Lguess you may come" said
Ars. Brown. "What dc you say, ,Stasia?"
"Really," said Miss Anastasia, at can,
not be of mach consequence TO ne who
you employ as kitchen maid. Only,
Becky Martel-"
"Well ?"
81 prefer that in speaking to ne you
would say ICss Anastasis, er Mss Brewn,
hencefOrth. Our altered positiOn, you
know-"
"Certainly," said Becky, trying hard
aot to laugh--an effort taat dotted her
pretty cheek with dimPles irrepressible
."I'll remember Miss Anastasia -
"Of course there will be very little in
tercourse between US, Eeat on Anastasia,
not quite certain whether Becky Martel
was laughing at her. but feeling a little
embarrassed, nevertheless. "You know ICE
are related tothe Smiths Of Iilldeen--"I
"Callender Smiths unele's STEP mother
WAS my brothers second wife's coasin
iuterrEptea Mrs. Brown, oomplacently.
"NeVer mlnd that, man ma" said Miss
Anastasia, rather tartly. 'I dare say,
Rebecca, you viii find Desire Peabody a |
very pleasant cen lpanion-oho is chamber
naid, yop know and [ hope you'll not
get dieeontAatea With yor.r atatian"
81 shall en3eaEor to preserve spI2itof
resignation" said Becky driiy.
Miss Anastaaia was little puzzlsd at
tie new kitcben-maid's perfect self
possession land went down stairs to resume
tie persual of the yelIow-covered pamph-
la., not exactly satisfied with the eject
produced By bcr lofty speeches.
Mr.. CallanGer Smith was packing his
trunks to leave the city.
An occupation which Mr.. Callen5eE
Smith particularly detested-aud SO be
had given himselfa recess for the purpose
of smoking cigar.
He was dark, handsome young MAJ,
with bright arch eyes and very Black hais
---an offhand, gipseg style of good looks
that corresponded With the crimson dres.
stag COWS be wore to a charm. And
withal there was frank light under the
jetty lashcs, and fraak smile around the
mo9sh that made people like Calender
0.a.At, hnk han H. Ia o.