South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1874-02-27
The Pretty Market Girl.

QUO uoW
o'What is it, auntie can't help YOU
out OF your fix p e
'Sakes alive. no, Lutte, dear, you can't
! help me one bit.'
/ Now, dou't say that, auntie, Tn quite
certain | can be of service if YOU will ONLY
allow me. Why, I've been here a whole
week, and I've done nothing but dress, read,
cot aud sleep, and I'm quite az useless as
the stuffed owl that is perched above the
book case that is in the library, and great
deal more in the way
Why, child!' and good Mrs. BENrLY
stopped ia her work of preparing turkey
for the market, and looked with loving ear
nestDess upon the beautiful features of her
niece. don's Ike 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 in the way
well, auntie, shall not feel like comir o
out here to spend another Thanksgiving
with you if you will not allow me to be of
some service during my stay persisted
Lutte. Come, tell me all about your FIX
as you term 1t, and see if I'm not worth
something besides running around and a.
musing myself while others are making
/ themselves uSelui.
'Oh, Lutte, there is nothing you can do,
though | Ii tell you all about it, Just to
paclfy you You see all this poultry, and
lot of butter aud eggs were to be deliver
ed in the city, for the day after Tomorrow
will be Thanksgiving day, and JONAS, our
aired man is sick with cold and sore
throat, and can't leave his bed, your uncle
Is away aud won't be home until Tomorrow
night, aud how under the sun an going
to deliver those things according to contract
Is more than | can tell
To Mrs. BENTLY's surprise Lutte clap
ped her hands aaG danced about the rom.
| eGclaimiDg
just the thing! Clpital, capital =
what on earth do you mean, child 2
she managed to say at las..
why, tina, L wilt 90 to the market and
deliver the turkeys, butter and eggs myself.
Now, don't say one word, auntic, she con.
tinued, as her good old aunt elevated her
hand, rolled up her eyes and opened her
mouth, as IT to give vent to an emphatic
" = Don't say one word, the idea just
suits me and L m determined to 90 if-you
will allow me- she added, demurely
What, you . the heiress and daughter of
Judge uAINEs? You, the belle of the
city, going to market with turkeys, butter
and cggs-of all things
'Yes, auntie, and can do just as we'll as
JONAS would. Now don't oppose me, will
you; that's dear, good SOUL
Mrs. BENTLY really felt distressed to
know how to fulfil her contract, and was
trul y thankful for tho prospect of assist
ance, but she could hardly reconcile her.
self to the idea that her niece, the beauty
! and iheiress of whom she was go proud
should perform the role of market girl.
However LUTIEs arguments prevailed,
and she went to her room oprepare for tho
expedition.
Borrowing a short dress from the help.
she donned it, and theu folding a shawl 10
the form of mantle, she throw it about
her shoulders, and with her rich trcsses
hanging in beautiful profusion over her
neck aud shoulders, she looked like a very
lovely peas ant girl.
Placing 4 dainty bat upon her head she
mentally declared herself ready, and trip.
| ped down to the kitchen to present herself
for her aunts inspection.
We'll, ] do declare, exclaimed that wor-
thy lady, whoever would know you? wby.
Lutte, if had met you face to face, I
should never have guessed it was you If
hadn't known
Pm glad to hear you say go, aup,ic, for
| don't propose to be recognized by any
enc. Oh twill DO rare fun, and with
gay laugh she watzod about the room.
Are tho things oil ready?' sho asked,
stopping to take breath.
yes, but the old horse must be harness
ed-caB you do thatY
q don't know, ountie; 1 think 70 at
least / can try She skipped away 10 the
stable, and after half hours patient toll
she led old Billy around to Che door, oil
haTucssod and attached to the market wa
gon.
Ia short time tie said wagon was filled
With the important articles Of somebody's
Ibanksglgiug, aud Lutte climbing to the
hiGa scot, took tho reins and whip with
flourish which would have done credit to a
! professional coacbman.
Have you got son'o romo warm glovesY
asked Mrs. BENTLY.
Nothing but kids; they will be warm
enough
No, indeed, they wont; wait moment
She FASTENED into the house, and in a mo-
ment returned With a pair Of warm WOODEN
mitteDs.
Here, put these on, LUTTE, you'll poed
them, for iFs very cold drivi0g now she
said.
Lutte obeyed, and the plump little
hands suugly eDoased therein looked ex-
ccodingly funny, as tbeyOun i~1~