The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-12-06
THE JOURNAL.
PATTYS PLOT.

/ shaking her brown tenderly rings Of
hair over o faded rosebud and a
knot of crumpled ribbon. Oh, 1
dare say; but you see," gravely sd-
dressing space, "FYe hesrd that sort
of thing before. Love must be an
awful epidemic nowadays. And all
the worlds lottery; and /, for one
don't want to draw a blank. o dear,
dear! how 1 wish could see into
that mans heart! How l wish had
any means of ascertaining whether
Ralph Penrhym really cares for me,
or whether he has heard of Uncle
Hutchinson's $4,000. o dear me~
and Patty sighed a sigh deep enough
to stir all the red cinnamon roses
that are nodding their turbaned
crests at the easement.
And then she jumped up, and went
about her business.
Which chanced to be girl hunting
Just then. For Mrs. Maurice Pero-
mel, Patty's cousin was chronicaly
in the suds, so to speak, on the do
mestic service question, and our Pat
ty knew the inside of every Intelli-
gence Office in town.
"It's cook this time, is it BessieT
said she.
"a cook" said Bessie. 30, Patty,
Patty, don't get married and go to
housekeeping. 1t takes all the TO-
nance ont of one"
@I don't know but what you are
right" Patty assented refectively.
And away she went to the Intelli-
gence Office.
1t was crowded, on this hot July
day, with the miscellaneous assem-
blage of forlorn feminity who are al
ways seeking situations and like the
lover in the Mistletoe Bough, " '6nd
them not" Patty looked round du-
biously. She was somewhat of
phyisognomist, and she did not ex-
actly like the looks of the raw ma
terial wherewith she was surround
ed.
81 had better bide my time a little, i"
she thought, and down she nestled
into the corner of a prodigions sofa,
to wait with what patience she
might.
AS she seated herself, the shrill
piping voice of an old lady beyond
made silence vocal.
"You won't do for me-" said she.
''No followers-that's my rule. My
kitchen amt place for all the loafn
fellers in town to smoke in. Ask
everybody in Darlingville, if you
want to know what kind of house
keeper Rachel Penrhym is. Every
body in Darlingville knows me. No
followers, no ribbons, and no hoop
skirts"
81 guess, then, ma'am, you won't
do for me" said the Milesian damsel,
with an indignant toss of her jockey
hated head; q don't go nowheres I
can't have my young man come and
see me of'a Saturday night"
Patty Peronel listened with mis-
chievously sparkling eyes and cher
ry cheeks. This, then, was the &C.
centric Aunt Rachel, ofwbom Ralph
had told her-the grim old spinister
who "kept house" all by herself, in
the quaint village Of Darlingville,
where the elms lined the streets like
green-skirted sentineis, and every
body went to bed at hslfpast nine
o'clock.
Very sudden resolves will some
times rush through our brains, light
ming express fashion, in short space
of time, and almost before the shrill
tones of Miss RacheIs falsetto voice
had ceased to vibrate on the air,
Patty Peronel stood dipping odd lit
tie courtesies before her.
eff you please, ma'am, would l
suit?" Miss Rachel glared through
her moon spectacle glasses at the
trim figure robed in sober gray.
"You ehildp' quoth she. "Why
you're such a chit of thing"
81 am nineteen, ma'am"
"What can you dor
ga little OF everything, ma'am,"
Patty answered demurely.
whats your nameP'
martha, ma'am, please"
Apparently the cross-examination
that followed was satisfactory to
Miss Rachel Penrhyn, for she finally
told Patty she might "come and try
at seven dollars a month.
81 may go home for my clothes,
ma'am?" said Patty, with dropping
eyelids and hands folded.
"Yes, but be sure you meet me at
the railroad at four precisely"
Patty promised, and ran home to
Mrs. Perenel.
where's my girl2" demanded the
matron.
81 haven't got any. Pm a great
girl myself, Bessie-at seven dollars
a month, and-no followersP'
"What under the sun do you.
mean?"
And Patty explained.
Don't scold, Bessie-noW don't,
that's a darling. Pm Caliph Haroun
in disguise, that's all. 1t
will be sueh fun! Where's my ging-
ham dress, and the little collars, and
the big bib aprons2 For my bubble
would burst altogether if Ishouldn,t
meet Aunt Rachel at the station at
four O clock precisely"
What change it was, from the
swarming city streets, radiating scin-
citations of heat from every curb I
stone, to old Penrhym5 home, where
century old elms formed a green i
canopy of shade, and the Glove pinks I
If old-fashioned blue-bells blossom !
ID along the borders. And .'Mar- 3
ha," the new maid, settled into the r
groves at once, as if she had iivedall :
ler life under Aunt RachePs roof /
rec. /
81 believe am going to like this" +
aid Aunt Rachel. "But then, of q
curse, a new broom sweeps clean; :
nd I'm most afraid to believe in +
ny one, since Keturah Smith ex. =
'erienced religion and ran away with = =
ny silver sugar basin!'' !,
''This is Mr.. Ralph's room, is it?'' y y
aid Martha, with her hands in her = :,
ufled pockets, as she stood regard h \
1g the apartment that had just been q
pened to be busted and aired. =
"Yes. this is nv nenhew,s rooy,, ,, !"