The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1872-12-04
OUR MOl u . Am.
BY MRS. NJ. kIDDER.

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My mother had some law to set
tie, connected with my deceased
fathers affairs and that brought
us to New Y orlt, where wo arrived
on a cold, disagrecablc night in
April.
As mother was somewhat an in.
valid, and dislillcd boarding and
hotel life, we took furnished rooms
which had been engaged for us by
friend, and l was installed therein
as housckccpcr, cham bcrmaid chief
cook and nurse.
How different everything seem
cd from the quiet village home we
had left! What II multitude Of
strange faces swept past our win.
dows and greeted us at every turn
in our morning walk Greeted,
did l. say? That is not tho word
Cor an indifferent glance, cold
look, or no look, ut all. Never did
/ realize the fulfillmcnt Of that
saying, "every ono for himself,
and God for us ALL" until r came
to q great city.
But | was young, and although
| missed the warm grasp Of the
hand, the kind look of friend
and neighbor, yet ! enjoyed the
whirl and excitement Of the me-
tropolis.
We had been in Now York
nearly Il week before we really en-
joyea Il good night's rest, from tho
inccssanL clatIcr Of wagons, drays,
cars, Nc; and, when we did man
ago to go off into the land Of
dreams, it was only to bo awakcd
at daylight by the shrill "ho! no /!
hi ! i! - Of the m,lkman.
Much rs we lislillel to be arous-
cd by that dolcful cry, before tho
week was over wc wcrc glad TO
avail ourselves Of it, and procure Il
suppl y Of new milk in tho place Of
the chally mixture sent us from
the corner grocery.
Unlike most Of his craft, "our
milliman' served the people Of our
house at the doors of their several
apartments, and on this one par
ticular Saturday morning I had
arisen earlier (lcavlng mother a.
sIcep), made q fire, put on the tea
kettle, got every thing in readiness
for the dipped toast, except tho
milk, when | heard the usual ''ho!
no! no hi! hi il m
| glanced ont the window at
the little red wagon, with "Orungc
County milk" blazoned on its side.
A spry, graceful young man sprang
on the sidewalk, and up tho stops,
and, before had time to reach
the pitcher from tho top shelf of
the cupboard, had knocked at our
door.
"You would like us to supply
you with milk, miss, / understand
from your .landlady."
eff you please, sir" | replied
glancing up.
Ho looked at mo slyly rs he
poured tho creamy fluid into my
pitcher.
"Magnctic eyes, and II musical
voice p said |, involuntarily, after
l had closed tho door. "a fine
form, white hands, II splendid
moustache, and nothing but a
mi!kman :"
Half an hour later and we were
seated at our cosy little breakfast
table. The toast was delicious,
and tho coffee rich with tho yellow
cream / had n anaged to skim from
the "Orangc County,
"This is the best breakfast We
have had here, Uctty," said my
mother; cat lenst | onjoy it bot
ter. and it is all owing to tho
milk"
"l seem to enjoy mine better,
mother, and think it must bc ow-
ing to tho miIkman," | liked to
hnvo said, but checked my unruly
tongue in time.
All that day was as happy as
lark, singing at my work, and
although alone n part Of the time,
(moshcr having gone to her law
ycr's) seemed mover to be troubled
for pleasant thoughts.
The next morning [ arose car
licr, took more than usual pains
with my toilet (silIy girl that /
was) brushed out my golden curls
instead OF putting them in my ac-
customed net, and seated myself
to wait for "our miliman."
soon the little rcd wagon stop.