Litchfield enquirer., 1875-12-02

.quionsly the head-uaiter came up to me, and how his face changed when I said. in the most matter of. fact manner: sssWill you cell me the way to the servants, xoomsa % \ can take of my bonnet. and then I will come back immediately. | suppose I shall be wanted here at once. as the house seems to be full" He first stafted as If he had gone crazy, and then glared because had taken him inao completely. He indicated back door with Q lofty wave of his hand, and fled through it; there the same taiug happened again. l was in sort of pantry which opened into Q rough kitchen, both rooms bristling with servants, all of whom started to show me the way. supposing had mis- taken my road. I was full of laughter over the head-waiter, but managed to ask the same question, and felt that l had made a mortal enemy of every person as did so. Why is it that mistakes of this sort are especially rasping?- To bow and not have It returned, and to mistake q servant for lady seem to be more than human nature can endure. This rather sobered me, and when 6 rather nice look ing woman of 36 or 40 came forward and indicated that could follow her, 1 was looking sober enough for q meetin' -house. My trunk-I suppose 1t had an aristocrat- ic air, too-was mistaken for a lady prop erty, for it went wandering of among oth- CT stylish-looking luggage, and was with the greatest difficulty brought up to me about o'clock, too late for me to appear in calico in the dining-room; so 1 went to bed thinking of the astonishment Ton of Ton. as l had mentally christened my swell young gentleman, would feel, the next morning.
 But my letter is already very long, even to an old friend like you, and as have made it clear to you how and why have turned my back on the hay fever, will close. Write to me, but be careful to ad- dress Miss Betty White, although shall sign myself, yours, as ever.
 BECKH GRAY.
 AUGUST 9.
 Dear Gustava: I have not heard from you yet, but shall commence this letter, because l must talk to somebody. Of course I have written home, but I am a little careful what I say. because my mother would bounce with glee On any thing which indicated that I was being filled with the fruits of my own naughty devices. I told her that if could elude that evil hay fever it would be enough of a rainbow in my soul to carry me through anything: but know she did not believe me. She will welcome me home as If l were the prodigal daughter. and will act for a month as if husks had been my DOT ton. She never had the hay cold. To- day would be the day when should be- gin to have it, if had not gloriously made this coup d etat. and left it in the lurch. Surely it is one step higher in the scale of creation. from Q land grampus to q dining-room girl. Speaking of din- lng-rooms reminds me of Ton of Ton. My young man came out, the next morn ing, m tine heaviest kind of an English hunting or fishing suit Gray jacket, knickerbockers, fiat Scotch cap-he was evidently going to deal destruction among trout. and perhaps incidentally smite the heart of any susceptible being that might be around. l had barely got either eye opened, up to that time, for my severest struggle, so far, had been to get up at the unearthly hour of the morning which wo are required to do. The early martyrs could not have suffered more than do in this abOminable early rising had been waiting on a staid old gentleman with success, although every time turned my back on him shut my eyes and had lit- tie maps. when Ton of Ton came along He recognized me with queer little look, and became imperturbable, walked up to the table, sat down opposite the old par ty, nodded to him, and commenced giv- ing orders to me-in French. became wide awake, you may believe. "Oho." thought l, ''it Is to be war to the knife: go. on. sir, and see if do not get a scalp lock from you." So I listened gravely, said, 'Oui, monsieur, tent de suite" as if l were saying Amen" in family pray CTS, and marched of to get the wretch's breakfast. Cafe au laitI Hot milk in coffee! The thing was unknown in the mountains. knew he said 1t to tease me. l got him some real cream, and had the pleasure of stating to him with my best accent, "Quil ny etait pas du lait chaud, mais Il y q Ia creme de la creme" and set the pitcher down before him. He did raise his eyes then, and gave him what yon ~ickedly call one of my ong-lashed glances, and had the pleasure of seeing him vince little, and that is all the sat- isfaction he got out of me. The staid gentleman was paralyzed.
 But 1t would make you laugh to see the
  since l have put on disguise. Can this be the way we appear to our servants? I asked myself. Why, 1t is like seeing the wrong side of your worsted work, after having always seen the right. feel some- times that hate the upper classes when have been kept on wild gallop around and around the table and out into the kitchen to fetch young Master Wryface every dish. one after the other, that is on carte, which he, having fit of the sulks, and really needing good spanking, re- jects when it arrives. and tries to put his feet in the butter, having exhausted all his resources. And his gracious mamma. elegant in purple and fine linen. wonders that they do not have hot and cold water and gas in all the sleeping rooms, and looks at me with great severity.
 told you that thought I had made enemies of all the servants when first got here. That, you know, I never could stand. You always laughed at me be- cause l never could be on any but good terms with everybody. So 1 have been doing my best to win good opinions. It was not very hard. My natural diploma cy caused me to conciliate the head waiter by handing him dish of potatoes when he was eating his breakfast, with such an air of respect as to a superior being, that he has looked upon me as a very we'll meaning young person eyer since. Then, among the women there are two or three really nice persons. We all sleep in one end of great long garrett. which is hor- rid, because, of course, like room to that Is not so bad as the hay fever. l would rather sleep peacefully with a dozen others in hut than sneeze my head of in lonely grandeur on gild- ed pillow. I spoke of the rather nice looking middle-aged woman who showed me the garret dormitory on my arrival. She is English, named Sarah, and has such a sad story. noticed her, one day, when she happanad 10 be alone with me m