The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1874-02-19

"Dear me! Pm sure don't know
what to do; if ever any one was in a
fix Pm in one now."
"What is it, auntie? can't help
you out of your fixW
"Sakes alive! no, Lutte, dear, you
can't help me one bit"
"NOw don't say that, auntie, Pm
quite certain L can be of service to
you if you will only allow me. Why,
1've been here a whole week, and
I've done nothing but dress, read, eat
and sleep, and Il m quite as useless as
the stuffed owl that is perched above
the bookcase that is in the library,
and a great deal more In the way"
"Why, child !" and good Mrs. Bent
ley stopped in. her work of preparing
a turkey for the market, and looked
with loving earnstness upon the beau
tiful features of her neice. 81 don't
like to hear you talk that way. You
in the way? Why bless your dear
heart, the beloved child of my dead
sister can never be I'm my way"
"Well, auntie, shall not feel like
coming here to spend another Thanks
giving with you if you will not
allow me to he of some service during
my stay" persisted Lutte. "Come,
tell me all about your 'fix,' as you
term it, and see il / am not worth
something besides running around
and amusing myself while others are
making themselves useful"
ooh, Lutte! there is nothing you
can do, though pll tel | you all about
it, Just to pacffy you. You see all this
poultry, and lot of butter and eggs
were to be delivered to-day in the
city, for the day after tomorrow will
be Thanksgiving day, and Jonas, our
hired man, is sick with cold, and
sore throat, and can't leave his bed ;
your uncle is away and won't be home
until tomorrow night, and how un-
der the sun am going to deliver
these things according to contract, is
more than 1 can tell"
To Mrs. Bentley's surprise Lutte
clappcd her hands and danced about
the room, exclaiming: ~
"Just the thing Capital! capital ~
"What on earth do you mean,
child ?" she managed to say at last.
"Why, that 1 will go to the mar
ket and deliver the turkeys, butter
and eggs myself. Now don't say one
word, auntie," she continued, as her
good old aunt elevated her hands,
rolled up her eyes and opened heI
mouth as IL to give vent to an en-
phatic "Oh v'-"Don't say one word,
the idea Just suits me and am deter.
mined to go if-you will allow me,'
she added demurely.
"What, you! the hciress and daugh'
ter of Judge Haines? You, the belle
of the city, going to market with tur.
keys, butter and eggs-Of all things
ayes, auntie and / can do IL Just az
well as Jonas would. Now don't Op
pose me, will you? that's dear good
SOUL"
Mrs. Bentley really felt distressed
to know how to fulfill her contract
and was truly thankful for the pros
pect of assistance, but she could hard
Iy reconcile herself to the idea tina,
her neice, the beauty and heiress
of whom she was so proud, should
perform the role of market girl.
However, Lutie's arguments pre-
vailed, and she went to her room Il
prepare for the expedition.
Borrowing u short dress from the
"help," she donned it, and then fold
ing shawl in the form of a mantle
she threw IL around her shoulders
and with her rich tresses hanging IN
beautiful profusion over her neck ant
shoulders, she looked like a very love
ly country girl. assat g
Placing a dainty hat upon her heat
she mentally declared herself ready
and tripped down to the kitchen d
present herself for her aunt's inspeC
tion.
"Well, 1. do declare 70 exclailnet
that worthy lady, "whoever w0tilt
know you? Why, Lutte, II / had me
you faceto face, should never hav,
guessed 1t was you If hadn'
known"
"I'm glad to hear you say so, aunt
ie, for I don't propose to be recog
nized by any one. OH twill be rar'
fun" and with a gay laugh sh'
waltzed about the room! IRA a
"Are the things oil ready T' sl
asked, stopping to take breath.
"Yes, but the old horse must b
harnessed-can you do that 2"
''I don't know, auntie; think so
at least can try" She skipped ava,
to the stable, and saft@a half hour
patient toll Ne led Old Bflly arount
to the door, all harnessed and at
tached to the market wagon.
In short time the said wagon wa
filed with the important articles 70
somebody's Thanksgiving, and Lu
tie, climbing to the high seat, tool
the reins and whip with q hourisl
which would have done credit to
professional coachman.
"Have you gotsome warm glpyes2
"Notkine bnt Sids they WIN B