The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1872-10-28
pATrY,s PLOT.

nCE TIOWu ltHullllT flnghHOI u1lr over
faded rosebud and a knot Of ofcrumpled
ribbon. "0h, dare say but you Sec y
gravelv addressing space, !" I've heard that
sort oi thing bciote. Love must be an
awful epidemic nowadays. And all the
worlds lottery and |, for ono, don't
want to draw blank. o dear, dear
bow | wish could really see into a mans
heart How WIKI l bad any means Of
hseertaininG whether Ralph Penrhyn really
cares for me. or whether he has heard
Of Uncle HutchinsonS Ten thousand
dollars. o dear me and Patty sighed a
sigh deep enough to stir oil the red CHINA
mon roses that were uodding their turban.
edcrestS at the easement. 1
And thGn she jumped up, and went
about her business.
Which chAnced 10 bc girl hunting Just
then. Fer Mrs. Maurice Pcronel, Patty's
souSin, was ehronicallY in the suds, so to
speak, on the domestic service question,
and our Patty knew the inside Of every
Intelligence Office 10 town
lis cuok this time, is II, Bessie Z
said sho. e'aat
Z" A cnok, said Bcssie, 40, Patty,
Patty, don't get married and go to house.
keeping. 1t takes all the romance out Of
one"
al don't know but what youare right.n
Patty aSSented rtAsctiyely. And away
she went TO the Intelligence office.
It was crowded. on this bot July day,
with the miscellaneous assemblagc Of
fcrlorn teminity who are always seeking
situations, and like the lover in the
MBtlCtoe Iloueh.i "iinh them not
Patty looked round obviously. She was
something u a nhySiOgnomist, and she did
not exactly like the looks Of the raw
material whetewith she was surrounded.
~ bad better hide my time littlc,n
she thought, and down she nestled into the
corner Of a prOd'gious sofa, to wait with
what patience she might.
" As ,hc seated herself, the shrill piping
voice Of an old lady beyond nudc silence
voral. ..gt @
/" You won't do for me- she said. "No
iOllowes-tbat's my rule. My kitchen
. ant place forall the loafin' icllersin town
to smoke IN. Ask everybody in Darling.
vile, IL you want to know what kind ol
bou'eGeeper Rachel Pcnrhyn is Every.
boly in Darlingvllle knows me. No fol
lowers, no ribbons, and no hoop'skirts.
al guess then, na'am, you won't do for
me-" said tile Milcsan dam'el, with an
indignant toss OF her jockey.hatted head
"T don't 90 nowheres | can't have my
Young man come and see me Of ia Saturday
night"
Patty perunel listened with rhiscbicv.
ously sparkling eyes aud cherry cheeks.
This, tjen. was the eccentric Aunt Ractel,
Of when Ralph had often told her-'he
grim old spinster who "kcpt house" a! by
herself. in the quaint village Of Darling
vile. where the el,ns lined the streets like
ercen.kirtlcd sentinels, and everybody
went to bed at hali.pAst nine o'clock.
Very sudden resolves will sometimes
rush through our brains, lightning express
fashion, in . short space Of time, and
almost before the shrill tones Of Miss
Rnchcl's falsctto voice had ceased to
yibrate on the air, Patty Pefbnel stood
dipping odd li.tle cOurtesieS bclhrc her. i
III you please, ma'am, would | suit 2"
Miss Rachel Ciared through her moon
shaped spectacle glasses at tho trim figure
robeA in sober gray. ue
"You child n quoth she. Why,
you're such chit ofa thing !" ~ y
al am nineteen, tna'am
HWhat can you dot" T.
I" Alittle Of everything, ma'an,r Patty
answered dcmurely. 't..I .-.I qi's
"what's your name }h a., ,sa ;-'
" Martha. ma'am. pleasc."r w '',lgi
Apparently tho cross-examination that
followed was satisfactory to Miss Rachel
(. Peprhyn, for sbe finally told Patty she
might" come and try'' at seven dollats a
II may go hotnctc my clothes Ba'am7''
said Patty, with dtpbhinga eSeliaS and
hands folded. 5si IS riiYia az
AYES but be sure you meet me at The
railroid station at four preciscly,Hll la
Patty promised, and ran home to Mn.
Pctupel. 1il
where's my girl ~ demanded th
natrOn i'' 'i-.. = 1
Il haven't got any. I'ma girl myself,
Bessie-at seven dollars month, add
no tollowcIsi' T. .i,.iss. s,a...
F." What under the sun DO you mean y
And Patty explained. ss,ai
UDon't scolj, I3essie--now don't that's
eatlinr. I'm Gsliph Aaroun Alraschid
In disguise, that's all 1t will be such fun
Whric's ny cinuham dress, and the little
linen collars and the big bis aprons I Fur
my bubble would burst altogether u /
,bouldn't meet Aunt Riehel at thestatlOn
at Lnr o'clock precisely"
What chAnge Il was, from tae swarm.
Ire city streets, iadiating scintillatiou' o.
heat from every entb-store, to the old
P nhyn house, where the century old
tlns formed green eiuUpy Of shade, and
The clOvC.plnEs and old fashioned blue,
bel', blo,scmrd along the bofdcs. Ant
"Martha,n the iieE maid, settled l1tn th'
trOoyes lt Oree. a. Il she bad lived all heI
LIE undtt Aunt Ilachel's rUot.ttee.
lellrve / an rning 10 like this" sale
Aunt Rachel. But then, Of ennlse,
rev brOom swtens clean and I'm mo,
Maid 10 believe in any one, since Ketuta
smith experienced religion and then ~
away with my silver iugar.baIin u