Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1874-04-17
THE PRETTY MARKET GIRL.

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THE PRETTY MARKET GIRL.
"Dear me! Pm sure don't know
what to do; if ever anybody was in :
fix I'm in one n0w.o
"What is it, auntie; can't I hell
Iyou out of your fix3n
"Sakes alive! no, Lutte, dear, yor
can't help me one bit.n
"Now don't say that, auntie; I'm
4nitD Cs'Et~iN-1v ve~esFt0 u sor~iov-Aeyes
if you will only allow me. Why, I've
been hero q whole week, and have
done nothing but dress, read, eat and
sleep, and Pm quite as useless as the
stuffed owl that is perched above the
book ease that is in the library, and q
great deal more in the way.n
"Why, child!" and good Mrs. Bent
ley stopped in her work Of preparing
. turkey for the market, and looked
with loving earnestness upon the beau
tifnl features of her neice. II don't
like to hear you talk that way. You
in the wayi Why, bless your dear
heart, the beloved child of my dead
sister can never be in the way.n a
"Well, auntie, shall not feel like
coming out here to spend another
Thanksgiving with you If you will not
allow me to be Of-somo service during
my stay" persisted Lutte. "Come,
tell me oil about your FIX , as you term
it, and see if I am not worth some
thing besides running around and
amusing myself while others are max
ing themselves useful
"Oh, Lutte! there is nothing you
can do, though I'll tell you all about it,
just to pacify you. You see, all this
poultry and lot of butter and eggs
were to be delivered today in the city,
for the day after tomorrow will be
Thanksgiving day, and Jonas, our
hired man, is sick with a cold and sore
throat, and can't leave his bed; your
uncle is away and wont be home until
tomorrow night, and. how under the
sun ! am going tc deliver these things
according to contract is more than l
can tell
To Mrs. Bentley's surprise Lutte
clapped her hands and danced about
the room, exclaiming:
"Just the thing! Capital! capital"
"What on earth do you mean, child p
she managed tosay at last. 4
Why, that I viii 60 to market and
deliver the turkeys, butter. and eggs
myself Now don't say one word, aunt,
she continued, as her good old auntie,
elevated her hands, rolled up her eyes
and opened her mouth as if to give
vent to an emphatic "Oh!" "Don'tl |
say one word; the idea just suits me,
and l am determined to 60 if-you will
allow me,n she added, demurely.
sWhat, you! the heiress and the
daughter Of Judge Hainesi You, the !
belle Of the city, going to market with
turkeys, butter and eggs Of all things
!" Yes, auntie, and I can do it just as
well as Jonas would. Now don't OBJ
pose me, win youi that's dear good
sOul.n
Mrs. Bentley really felt distressed to |
know how to fulfill her contract, and
was truly thankful for the prospect Of
but she could hardly recon
Gle herself to the idea that her niece,
the beauty and heiress ct whom she
was SO proud, should perform the role
Of market girl.
However. Lutie's arguments pre-
vailed, and she went to her room to
prepare for her expedition.
borrowing q short dress from the
9 help . she donned it, and then fold
ing shawl in the shape Of q mantle,
she threw it about her shoulders, and
With her rich tresses hanging in beau
Eilhl profusiOn over her neck and shOu1-
lers she looked like q very lovely cOun
nv girl.
Placing Q dainty hat upon her head
,he mentally declared herself ready, i
md tripped down to the kitchen to
present herself for her aunt's inspec-
ion.
AWell, I do declared" exclaimed
hat worthy lady; "Fhoeyer would
know youl Why, Lutte, if I had
net you face to face, I should never
have guessed it was you Il ! hadn't
knOwn.S - .ss =. 81
. I'm glad to hear you say %, auhtie, II
Tor / don't propose to be recognized by
my one Oh twill be rare finn. and
With Say laugh she walfsed about
tho loom. s.s..yg..s. 4:s....z'.s#ssf Ell
. aArenthe things al readyin she
lsked, stopping to take breath.
"Yes, but the old horse must ba
larDeesed-can you do that y II,
II don't know, auntie; I think SO !; {
i least l can try" She skipped away
o the stable, and after . half h0ur'sl
,atient toll she led old Billy around to .
he door, Ill haznesseds and attached I
q the market wagon. s8= II
! In > ah0rt time tho wagon was filled
nth tho important artislee for some. /
|ody's Thanksgiving, and Lutte, climb Z
ng to the high seet, took the reins !
nd whip with = flourish which would
ave do4e credit to . professional
ooChmn1. s h. s4eRRx.8 II
Have you got somo warm gloves r
slrod Mrs. Bentley. III
"Nothing but kids they win be warm /
nough." as.4' ia
No. indeed. thew vsnn1t. wait q mol