Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1872-11-07
fArrY's PLOT.

- XVI.
.Loves me b.,.sf .han the whole world
does be 2 said PsfsSP Peronel. shaking he
brown teudrilly riA 81 Of hair crer fade,
rosebud and kuot Of crumpled ribbon
Oh, dare say but you see,' gravel,
addressing space. I've heard that awfu
epidemic nowadays. Aud all,he world
a lottery; and I. for one. don, want /,
draw a blank. 0 dear, dear! how vial
could really see into a mans heart !.
How | wish had any means OF ascertain
ing whether Ralph Perrhyn really cares fo
me. or whether he has heard of Cncl,
Hntchinson's ten thousand dollars.
enough o ss;s - -ss,s:;isss :;shsf l ssish dssI
that we're nodding thdr tsr6Sssd srsss q !
the easement
And then she jumped up.apd went abou
her business.
Which CHANGED to be girl hrntins jrs
then. For Mrs. Maurice Peronel, Patty
cousin. was ehronically in the suds, SO (,
speak, on the domestic service question
and our Patty knew the inside Of ever,
Intelligence Office in town.
Its \ cook this time, is il, Bessie p said
she.
A cook said Bessie. @. Patty, Pat.
tty, don't get married snd 20 to house.
keeping. 1t takes all the romance out Of
one
i don't known be. what you are right.
Patty assented refectivcly. Ard away
size went to the Intelligence Office.
1t was crowded, on the hot july dsv
with the micellaneous assemblsce Of for
lorn feminity who are always SEEKING situ-
ations, and like the lover in the .Ms,lctoe
Bough, '6nd them not Patty looked
round obviously. She was something o.
a physlognomist. aud she did no. exactly
like the looks of the raw material where
with she was surrounded
:! had better biie my time little she
thought, aud down she nestled into the
corner of prodigious sofa, to wal, with
what patience she might.
As she seated herself, the .hrill piping
voice of an old lady beyond made silence
vocal.
You won't do for me- she said No
followets-,hat's my rule. NV kitchen
amt sklace for ali the loaGiu' felers in
town TO- smoke in. Ask everybody in
Darl;ngvillc, if you want to know wha,
kind Of hcusekeeper Rache, penrhyn is.
rybody in Dariingvi.le knows me. Nc
followers. no ribbons, and no hoop-skirts.
Il guess then, am, yon won't do 70,
me, said the Milesian damsel, with an
Indignant toss OF her jockey hated head
Il don't 60 no where's | can't have my
you>s man come and sec me Of a SATURDAY.
night
Patty Peronel listened with n,isvhiev.
ousiy sparkling eyes and cherry cheeks
This, then, was the eccentric Aunt Rache.
Of whom Ralph had often told her-:he
grim old spinster who kept house all by
herself, in the quaint village of Darling
vile. where the elms lined the streets like
green-skirted sentincls. and everybody '
went to bed at half-past nine o'clock.
Very sudden resolves will sometimes rush
through our brains, lightning express fash.
ION, in a short space Of time, and almos,
before the shrill tones Of Miss Rachel.
falsetto voice had ceased to sibrats on the
air. Patty Peronel stood dipping odd iit.le
courtesies before her.
If you please. ma'am would suit ?
| Miss Rachel glared through her moon
shaped spectacle glasses at the trim figure
robed in sober gray.
You child" quo,h she. why, you're
such chit Of a thingr
L am nineteen, ma'am,' Patty answered
demurely.
What's your n.meT
Martha. ma am. please
Apparently the cross-examination tha,
followed was satisfactory TO Miss Rachel
Peurhyn. for she finally told Patty sb,
might come and try at seven dollars ,
| month.
I may 60 home for my clothes. ma am?
said Patty. with dropping eyelids and
hands folded.
Yes; but be sure you meet me at the
railroad station at four precisely
Patty promised. and ran home to Mrs.
Peronel.
Where's my girlT demanded The ma.
tron.
y haven't got any. Tn girl myself
Bessie-at seven dollars a month, and
no followersv
What under the sun do you mean ?
And Patty explained.
Don't scold. Bessie-now don't that,
darling. I'm Caliph Aaroun AlrascilG
in disguise, that's oil. It will be such fun
Where, my ginghara dress. and the it'll,
linen collars and the big bib aprons Fo
my bubble would burst altogether if
shouldn't meet Aunt Rachel at the static,
at four o'clock precisely
What a change it was. from the swarm
ing city streets, radia,ing s.in,illa,icns O
heat from every curb-s,one. to the oil
Penrhyn house. where the century old elm
formed green canopy Of shade. and IN
clove-pinks and old fashioned blue-bcl'
blossomed along the borders. And Mar
tha, the new maid, settled into the groove
g, once. as If she had lived all her life uu
der Aunt RaeheIs roof.tree.
L believe am going TO Ike this sal
Aunt Rachel But then. oil course,
new broom sweeps clean and I'm mo.
: afraid 20 believe in any one. since Ketura
Smith experienced religion and then ru
away with my silver sugar-basin"
This is Mr.. Rslph's room, Is il: Sal
Martha, with her hands in her rifle
pockets. as she stood regarding tie apar
ment that had jus: been opered 10 b du
ted aud aired. & s7sz..a.-=s=
} Yes this il nv nerheS's room,' ss