The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-06-14

Marie Pelotte, to sustain the well-known
honor Of the Prenneror establishment -
Stay, it is early still you may dress Nan
netts hair to prove to me that you thor
oughly comprehend your great position.
Madame Prenneror was in ecstacies at her
new employees taste and skill as demon
strated on the shiny brown head of Miss
Minnie Dow, alias Nannette Dupont
and Rosita went out at the appointed
hour, her heart beating rather tumultous-
ly, but nevertheless quite prepared to
meet the onerous duties before her
The first candidate a little bewigged
female, who was scarcely visible through
the paint and powder on her face, was
easily disposed of, and was highly graft
fed at the amount Of puff and bandeaux
and bows of hair that Rosita arrayed
around her face.
9" like you Pelotte," said this eccen-
trio lady Of fashion. "Tell Prenneror
always to send you to me Why you
have twice the taste of Manon, my French
maid"
The second place, No. IS Vessemer
street, was a stately mansion, with brown
stone steps and violet velvet window dra-
peries, fringed with gold. Mademoselle
Pelotte was shown into boudoir whose
elegance reminded her Of other days by
some strange hidden link of association.
Presently pert-looking sovJrette came to
her
My mistress will see you in her dress
Rosita followed her into a room where
a lady sat in loose frilled dressing wrap
per of white cambric, and heavy black
hair falling down her back-a lady whose
naughty glance towards her, as she beck
Oned h-r approach, filled her with name
less terror.
1t was her aunt, Mrs. John Fairfax
Evidently, however, she was herself
unrecognized, and gathering new courage
from this fact she glided round to the
back Of the chair, aud commenced her
operations, secretly thanking her kindly
planets for Mrs. Fairfax's fashionable
near-sightedness.
You may arrange it al a Mayie an
toinette, young woman" said Mrs. Fairfax
opening book and beginning
to read, while Rosita with trembling
hands proceeded to brush and arrange
the heavy hair Of the woman who had
turned coldly from them in the hour Of
need-who had denied their bond of re-
How slow you are" exclaimed Mrs.
Fairfax, impatiently, after she had read a
few pages. You will never be through
Who is that at the door? Open it !"
But Rosita did not stir and the lady,
the young Frenchwoman did
not understand English readily, called
out, come inW
The door opened, and Allen Fairfax en-
tered looking rather surprised as he did
so.
"You are busy?" he said, and I will
not"
The half-completed sentences died away
on his tongue, as he stood gazing at the
golden haired girl who was behind his
mothers chair. with down-cast eyes and
cheeks heightened into vivid crimson
bloom trying vainly to prosecute her work
while her hands trembled, and a white
mist seemed to blue her eyesight.
" Rosita Eairfax /" he exclaimcd-I
" My. Rosita p
Mrs. Fairfax sprang up and applied
her gold eye-glass to the hard black eyes
that had played her so false
What does this mean ?'' she cried,
pale beneath the rouge that
glowed on the cheeks. But the girl re-
piled to Allan alone.
&" Not your Rosita. !" she answered,
with spirit II am one of Madame Prem
neror's employees, dressing your mothers
hair as part of my daily work. | do not
scorn to earn my bread and that Of my
mother, whom yonder woman turned
from her doors year ago. Why did
younot speak word for US then, Allan
Fairfax ?"
"I have beenin India for two years.
But [ wrote to you"
never received your letters. | see
howit is" said Rosita, coldly. Il was
foolish enough to entrust them to ,your