The weekly Shasta courier., 1873-01-18
Mrs. George.


is an admirable housekeeper, and very SD
perior woman. Her eyes are sparkling and
penetrating her hair ripples and waves like
that of a child | am-ahem almost
charmed with Mrs. George. Not only are
the eyes of Mrs. George extremely penetra-
tive, but her conception of character is some
thing marvellous. | confess was astonished
when she laid before me the painful delin-
quencies of my two old servants Starkey
and Tom had lived with me fourteen years,
but upon the advent of this admirable wo-
man. | suddenly learned that | was being
plucked that half my meats were taken off
to poor relations that the cat was not an
swerable for my butchers inflated bills, and
that the dog has lived very comfortably on
table-leavings since then. 1t is very plain
that Mrs. George is an immensely superior
woman. liked her frank way of speaking
about the furniture.
"A gentleman in your condition, and of
your appearance'-yes, she was pleased to
say. of your appearance should not be
shabbily furnished, sir. Not that care
For myself, plain three-ply and walnut, or
even chestnut but for these delightful
rooms Turkey sir, with brilliant colors, and
set, sir, IN satin ana gilt.
Well. of course, l had the parlors thor
oughly refurnished and | laid a neat new
Brussels in Mrs. Georges own room. To
see that lovely woman's gratitude it was
beautiful.
Thus | was soloquizing early one morn
ing over my eggs and toast, when Mrs.
George came gliding in with the airy grace
of sylph. | never saw sylph in my life,
but / am sure that is the proper thing to
say.
a Really, Mrs. George" began.
"Now don't scold me, dear sir You see
/ knew my duty'-with that emile that
touches my too susceptible heart, as the
moonlight kindles the melting snow. Your
eggs are done as you like them. trust: l
always see to such things myself" And as
she sat down and placed her slender hand
on the spotless tabecloth, could not tell
which was the whitest
"Theegg are simply perfect, Mrs. George
was my reply; "and | never tasted better
bread
Il always have my eye on Betty when she
is making bread, MIR. Haynes So much de.
pends upon these humble culinary efforts
Alas and she sighed softly" we live in
degenerate days. sir when women seek
their pleasures outside of the sacred portals
of home. / have never allowed myself, sir
to be distracted from my legitimate pur.
suits"
Il believe you, Mrs. George" said warm.
ly, and diamond solitaire glittered before
my mental vision. or perhaps l should say
sentimental vision. Upon my word, Mrs
George said her bewildering eyes smiling
into mine, :" was never 80 charmed in my
life"
She blushed What had | said to bring
that requisite dye upon her cheek? ! grew
frightened, and backed away from the table
pulling on my gloves.
How soon do you go, sr?" she asked
rising. her slender fingers playing with a
little chain that relieved the dead black ol
her dress.
al leave in twenty minutes, Mrs. George"
And as you are to be gone all day-am
! correct, Mr.. Haynes?"
nodded.
And as you are to be gone all day, and
I invariably see to such things myself,
would you leave the key of the safe with
me? The silver has long been in need Of
cCVuttbSf auu yOu icoity ohouiu hOS oC %
extravagant as to send it to a .silversmith' s
for that purpose, as most gentlemen do.
have wonderful powder my dear old
mother gave me the recipe; for indeed, sir
"a plaintive tenderness gliding into her
pathetic tones we have had silver in our
family: my mother was Hancock"
She paused. My glance, l trust, was full
of sympathy.
(" Yes, sir, Hancock. But reverses, sir
sad reverses, swept everything away with
a stately wave Of her white hand 1.-The
powder is invaluable. might, could con
descend make my fortune with it. Do you
think you had better leave the key, or,
drawing her fine figure up, will you takt
the silver"
Mrs. George, l beg-Here are the keys
Mrs, George"
There were ten thousand dollars in that
safe, and detached the key Of the money
drawer.
Thank you; you will hardly know you
plate tomorrow she said, with pretty
laughing; lips. Pray, pray wrap up well
it is such wind,"
Thump went my heart.
You will be home-when? / alway!
prefer TO have an explicit understanding. Sc
that everything may be in readiness"
Tomorrow at tweve, Mrs. George,
was my reply, wandering how it would seen
to kiss pair of lips just as dewy and pout
ing as hers; and then / tore myself from