Huntington independent. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1871-1874, 1873-07-03

to any one of the girls who would
like it, and who feels competent to
take it. l must do something" and
looking at his watch, he went out.
Ten minutes later be came back
clapping bis hands, and exclaimed:
MARY Lyford says she'll try it,"
"Hurrah for Greenland" cried I
isn't that pluck? By Joye! hope
she'll succeed. and l believe she will"
"You mustn't expect much to-day"
said Norton. Things are all topsy-
turvey in the kitchen, and irll take
some time to get things Strengthened
out"
Just then new arrival claimed
his attention, aDd with a serener face
he turned away"
Dinner was poor that day; supper
was little better. And, in spite Of
Norton's caution, began to be afraid
that Greenla nd was going down But
the next morning what breakfast
We had Juicy steaks, hot potatoes,
delicious rolls and corn-bread, griddle-
cakes that melted in your mouth,
and coffee that had lost none of its
aroma 10 the making. ThencefOrth
every meal was a triumph. The
guests praised the table, and FASTENED
to their seats at the first sound Of the
bell. Merton was radiant with salts
faction, and was as pleased as if |
had been landlord or cook myself.
Several times | sent my compliments
to Mary, but she was so constantly
occupied that never had glimpse
ofLer till the night before was to
leave | was dancing in the parlor,
and had just led young lady Of the
Matilda Lane stamp t. her mamma,
when 1 saw Mary standing with the
dining-room girls on the piazza. |
went, and shaking her cordially by the
hand, teld her how interested had
been in her success, and how proud
| was to find a Greenland girl so ac-
complished. She blushed, and thank
ed me, and said, in a modest way, that
she was very glad il we were all
suited; and then Norton came up and
expressed his entire qualification with
what she had done. As she stood
there in a white pique dress with o
scarlet bow at her throat, and her
dark hair neatly arranged, she looked
every inch lady"
ado me the favor, Miss Lyford, I"
said /, "to dance the next cotillion
with me-"
"Ahl Mr.. Foster" she replied,
looking archly at Norton, "that isn't
expected Of the help"
The help" l said, Indignantly.
You are queen of the establishment,
and invite you to dance, and 80
does Mr.. Norton"
Certainly do" be answered. -
go and show the company that you
are at home in the parlor as we'll as
the Kitchen So, smiling and blush
ing, she took my arm.
Didn't we make a sensation when
We went in! Perhaps there was no
fellow there with a better social
position" (you know the phrase than
|; and [ had been quite favorite
with the ladies. You should have
seen them when We took our places
on the foorl Some laughed, some
frowned, some whispered to their
neighbors; but | paid not the slight
est attention to it all, and Mary look ed
so pretty, and went through the
dance with such grace and dignity,
that before it was over | believe all
regarded her with admiration. |
didn't want for comments, but escor.
ted her out a, if she had been the
belle Of Boston.
"Good-night, Miss Lyford," I sOid,
when We reached the hall. IL am go
ing in the morning, but shall see
you again when you gctto Greenland
"Good-night Mr.. Foster" she re-
Piled, II thank you for your kind
ness Then she added, laughing,
Have you any orders for brcakiastT
Why, yes; l should like to re
mem Der you by plate of such muf-
fus as We had yesterday
Three weeks later Mary came home
to Greenland, with more thar a hun
dred dollars in her purse and fame
that was worth thousands. | went to
see her at her fathers house. found
her in every way excellent and lOue-
": and the end was that at Christmas
We we're married.
"Glorious!' l exclaimed. "Give
me your hand, Toni | was afraid
Won had been taken in by some
Matilda Lane
"Do you think I'm fool?' said
he,
Then | told him of my own choice,
aud was still talking when the train
stopped at Greenland station.
We soon arrived at his bospitable
home. His wife was all he had pic
tured her; a refined, intelligent,
handsome woman, who would develop
an1 grow into attractiVeness every
year of her life. After a merry even
ing in the pleasant parIOr, | went to
bed and dreamed the millennium had
come and that all women we're like
my blue,eyed girl and Mrs. Tom
Foster.
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