Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1874-05-18


Becky smiled little wishing in her
secret heart that Mr.. Smiths sojourn
was over. What was he to her, this un-
known employer, any more than the nine
hundred and ninety-nine thousand other
Smiths roaming at large. So she took a
little basket on her arm, and stole away
down the shaded garden paths to gather
luscious raspberries for the manufacture
of nest Of tartlets that were to crown
the banquet that afternoon.
Il beg your pardon" really exclaim-
ed the embarrassed young man, who had
swung himself lightly over the hedge,
sbut I fancied this was the shortest way
to the house l did not know"
He stopped all of a sudden, and look
ed at her with bewildered eyes.
Miss Martel -
'.Mr. Smith !''
''What does it mean-how does it hap
pen-I should say, how came you here p
81 might ask the same question of
you 7" said Becky with all the regal dig
nifty that never deserted the kitchen girl.
"Why, I'm coming to live here-don' t
you know %
Becky colored to the roots of her CLOS
sy curls-she was just beginning to re-
alize matters. But she was regal still,
with the empty basket on her arm and
her heart throbbing violently behind the
waist of her blue check apron.
'.And l do live here, Mr.. Smith, al
though I never dreamed that you were
the master of MilIdean p
'Live here ! Excuse me, Miss Martel,
but fail to comprehend you
81 am kitchen maid at the Dean, >
said Becky, more like queen than she
had ever spoken in her life.
Kitchen maid ! Miss Martel vii
you be SO, kind as to explain yourself p
Certainly, sir. [ am poor-it became
necessary for me to earn my living, anC
this was the path that seemed open t.
me. Do not for a moment suppose tina
I am ashamed of the position, involving
as it does honest labor, for [ am not.
No, she was not and Calender Smitl
respected her at that moment more thar
he had ever done in the crowd and gilt
ter of the Saratoga ballroom.
Miss Martel.'' quietly taking he
berry-stained hand in his. Il have some
thing to say to you-something I hav
wanted to say ever since the morning
when you vanished away from Saratoga
; no one knew how or WHITTIER
"What is it %
What was it Ask the brown rot
ins that futtered around the two youn
heads ask the great purple butterf
that hung in the air like floating flow
er ; ask the sunshine that streams j
amber rain about their feet for W
shall not tell All we mean to disclos
is that Mr.. Smith walked to the house
in full view of the astonished housekeeI
er and Miss Anastasia, with the kitche
! maid leaning on his arm.
"Well, upon my word - calculate
Mrs. Brown
n did you ever :" painted Anastasia.
81 beg your pardon, Mr. Smith, sal
j. the housekeeper. advancing out on tt
I terrace to meet her new master. ''bl
t perhaps you're not aware that forwal
mink is nothin' but our kitchen gal p
e You are mistaken, Mrs. Brown,
+ said Calender Smith quietly. '-She
It my betrothed wife-you may regula
). your conduct according"
Mrs. Brown staggered back pace
two. Miss Anastasia, more susceptible
n tainted on tie sofa In the bay windo'
e to the great crumpling and dctriment
e her white muslin dress.
t, Not until the day they were marie
# did Calender Smith show Becky Mart
v the rose tinted glove
"You see how long | have loved you
he SAID simply.
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