The tribune. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-01-13
THE GOLDEN RULE.

DrluSet, nand me my handkerchief" j"
Yes, ma'am, the one with the lace
border!''
"That's all, Bridget; you needn't
watt
So Bridget obeyed this order, too, 90
ing down the three pairs of stairs to the
basement kitchen, and back to her task
of polishing the silver.
oh, dear, how forgetful am l.! Civ
ing myself the trouble of ringing twice.
think bell pulls, if they are old-fash-
loned, are Il great deal more convenient
sh.si knobs, Cousin Augusta"
Ihe good-natured face looked in ut the
bedroom door again, flushed with hurry
ing up the stairs the fifth time within an.
hour.
80 Bridget, my work box it's in the
end room on the sofa. Can't you find it
Well, look in Cousin Augustas room; I
had it there yesterday morning"
There are two long halls and flight of
stairs between the rooms; but Bridget,
ayoung Irish girl, with slender figure,
showing rapid growth, and not much
strength to sustain it, hruries away, for
1t Is high time the dining-room was in
order. The mantel clock warns her the
luncheon-table must be ready in three
quarters of an hour.
How long Bridget is. must have
left the work-box there, in plain sight :;
but the Irish are SO stupid % exclaimed
the young lady, with increasing impa-
tience.
"I do not remember seeing it this
morning." Mrs. West said, quietly.
Bridget !"
Yes, maam I'm looking, but don't
find it..'
"Stupid creature. It's almost one. 7
declare. 1 shan't have ten minutes to
sew =; but the box might rs well be found.
Bridget !! And a stamp of the slippered
foot emphasized the last call over the
banisters
1t isn't there, ma'am," said the girl,
appearing from below; GIVE looked
everywhere"
She could not help thinking Miss Dan
forth unreasonable and there was the
silver lying on the ktchen-table, and the
marketman, and grocery boy, and dust
man, coming and going perhaps. But
to have vented her impatience and un-
easlness, as Miss Danforth did, by even
an altered tone OF voice, would have been
considered rs impertinence, and perhaps
led to dismissal. Yet Irish waiter girls
are only human, and have not high breed
ing to help them control their tempers.
declare, Bridget, you don't earn
your salt! Look in the blue chamber
somewhere, can't you! Don't answer
me back again no impertinence, miss
What if you have looked ! Look again :;
keep looking till you find it"
No wonder Bridget mutters threat of
giving warning, rs the clock strikes the
half hour.
Isn't this it on the dressing table,
Bridget e suggested Mrs. West, looking
searchlngly around the room herself.
Thank you, ma'am -; it is, indade."
And grateful expression came into her
large gray eyes. " Miss CHINA towld
me the end room"
Never mind what told you. Twas
your place to hunt for it until it was
found somewhere. And don't let me
hear any more of your impertinence when
1 tell you to do anything"
The scowl came back to the girls face
rs she hurried away to her work again.
Bridget Mics Danforth's 8 head was
over the banister now, the call arresting
the girl i'll the lower hall-"get Mrs.
Vests lunch as soon as possible, and
bring mine up here. haven't more
than time to dress before Miss Powell
comes" she said, looking back, apollo
getically, to her cousin. " You won't
mind lrnching alone, will you2 I've
been so hurried all the morning. Callers
seem to put everything back. "
"I2 Oh, not in the least. I was only
thinking, Virginia, if you had not almost
as much time to go down for your lunch
as Bridget has to bring it you"
Her times no consequence, returned
the young lady, carelessly. "Did you
see how impertinont tho creature was 2
Servants all are nowadays"
Mrs. West said no more in the defense.
While the toilet proceeded, the luncheon
was dispatched, and then came a mes
sage from Miss Powell, instead of herself
and carriage, saying she would not be
able to keep her engagement before Fri
day. Miss Virginia was highly indig-
nant; and vented her annoyance in no
measured terms.
If there was anything she did hate,
1T was people who did not keep their en-
gagements Why couldu't Caroline
Powell have discovered she should not get
away, and sent her word in time to save
her the trouble of dressing and wait
ing half an hour Some people did not
seem to have the least consideration And
what on earth was she to do with herself
In full dress the whole of the afternoon 2
The sun was too hot to walk: there were
three hours to dinner time; she couldn't
take nap, and have the trouble of dress
ing her hair over twice 10
Mrs. West, as before, considered
silence the wisest opposition. She read
away very quietly until her young hostess
had laid aside her founced silk and rich
laces, and settled into something like
cemposure, with the work box and q strip
Of cambria she was celebrating into q