Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1874-01-10
OUR HIRED GIRL.

We we're nearly worked to death
when Ellen informed us that she
would stay no longer where all the
''trundle bed trash" took it upon
themselves to "boss her around" So,
though assured her Pd let mother
( do the ordering, she gathered up her
dry goods and her dignity and de
parted.
What was to become of us? Grace
was to be married in iust three weeks,
and such confusion of silks, mUslins,
flowers and purple and fine linen as
there was in the rooms up stairs you
never saw.
So much TO be done in the way of
sewing, to say nothing of the baking
for the wedding supper GQr Grace
had pretty fine ideas Of how she
wanted things done) and no one to
do it all but mother and J.
"Well, said brother Willie, Il sup
pose it'll be my fate to start off III
search of another girl, tho where to
go I've not the remotest idea. This
section of the country has been pref
ty well secured, and a girl who Is not
too well STUCK up to work IS hard to
be found"
'If that is the case, what is the use
of trying?" said mamma. 81 guess
you and can get along, Flora.
mo, said |, "yOu will be down
sick; and it is bad enough TO have
Grace go and leave us, without hav-
ing you kill yourself"
II am not going to kill myself, y
said Grace quickly; you speak as
though [ were. But why don't you
advertise for a grip"
"Capitalr' said I, running for writ
/ ing materials. "Here goes?' and |
hastily produced the following:
! WANTED-A girl to do general
housework in a private family III the
country. One who is not too fine to
he "bossed" preferred. Apply at the
| Gazette Office.
Will and papa had quite Il idugh
when I asked them to take the adver-
/ tisement to town and make arrange
ments to bring the girl (whOm | was
sure was in existence somewhere, and
would answer out to Our house as
soon as she called mt the office.
you'll have the pleasure of seeing
something of your own composition
in the newspaper for your pains, and
that is oil, you may be sure said
papa.
But had great faith in the success
Of my venture. This was Monday
the paper was issued on Friday, anC
there stood the advertisement tha
was to bring us perfect jewel of 1
girl"
II The next Monday morning, MANN;
had n sick headache, aud while l wa
busy over the wash tub in the kitch
en-, singing "Put Me III My Littl,
Bed" (being the most lackadaislca
J thing could think of, a buggy drovu
up to the door, and a neatly dresse,
Young lady came in and Informed mt
that She had seen our advertisement
i'll the paper and would like the sltua
tion, if agreeable to Is. Her quie
, dignity quite upset me. was no
prepared for this.
A tall, slender girl, with a delicat
pink, sea-shell complexion, such mass
. es of golden blonde hair, and, strang
! to say, large black eyes, shaded b.
dark lashes and brows. There wa
! the unmistakable air of a lady abOu
, her, and wondered If l should eve
! dare to 'boss" her.
E L concluded her services would b
: agreeable, so l showed her to he
room, and Will and the hired man car
ried up her trunk.
In five or ten minutes she cam
down attired IN a neat brown Gallo
dress, with a pretty cambric rutfle i
the neck. and announced hersel
ready to commence operations.
wondered if these slender white hand
knew how to do anything. but 1 wa
not very long left III doubt. All tha
day Louise Hale and worked tOgetE
er, now in the kitchen, now hanSlu
up the clothes, now in the dining
room, and finally, in afternoon ton
cites, sewing in the cool north chan
ber, with Grace. We talked of notl
: ing but our work, aud though sh
seemed willing to do anything tn;
was to be done, she made no prefer
sions to being over anxious TO mab
herself useful. l was astonished I
IN the ease and deftness with which sl
5, turned off the work.
Is Chow do you suppose she could /
? Mt such work?' said Willie. II nevt
was moro taken back than when I 81
this handsome creature smashing z,
tatoes, when came III to dinner
''Well, said Grace, ''i5 Is a myst
i, ~ to me-"
. ''I believe I'll lock my door t
night, said VIII, tcasingly. He w
always laughing at our cowardi
: about strangers in the house.
- We were standing at the garden ga
under the weeping willow, Grace al
Willie and 1, feeling a little sad at Il
Thoughts of being SO soon separate