Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-05-16
The Pretty Market Girl

"Dear me I'm sure L don't know
what to do if ever anybody was in
fix I'm in one now."
"What is it, auntie, can't 1 help yot
out of your fix?"
'Sakes alive no, Lutte dear, yoI
can't help me one bit"
''Now, don't say that, auntie; In
certain can be of service to you i
you will only allow me. Why, Tv,
been here a whole week, and I've don,
nothing but dress, read, eat and sleep
and I'm as useless as the stuffed ow
upon the bookcase in the library, an(
more in the way.
"Why. child !" and good Mrs. Bently
stopped in her work of preparing 1
turkey for the market, and looked low
ingly upon her neice. 81 don't like tt
hear you talk that way. Why. bles,
your dear heart, the loved child of my
dead sister can never be in my way.
"Well, auntie, 1 shall not feel like
coming out here to spend another
Thanksgiving if you will not allow me
to be of some service during my stay
Come, tell me all about your fix and
running around and amusing myself
while other people are making them
selves useful"
"Ob, Lutte there is nothing you
can do, although I'll tell you all about
it to pacify you. You see, all this
poultry and lot of butter and eggs
were to be delivered to-day in the city
for the day after tomorrow is Thanks
giving and Jones, our hired, man is
sick with cold, and can't leave his
bed your uncle is away, and won't be
till tomorrow night, and how under
the sun l am going to deliver these
things according to contract. is more
than can tell"
10 Mrs. Bently's surprise, Lutte
clapped her hands and danced around
the room crying
"Just the thing capital capital p
"What on earth do you mean, child?
she managed to say, at last.
"Why, that I will go to the market
and deliver the goods myself. Now
don't say one word, auntie," she con-
tinued as her aunt elevated her hands
and opened her mouth as if to give
vent to an "Oh - "Don't say one
word the idea Just suits me, and 1 am
determined to go if you will allow re-
she added.
"What, you the daughter and heir
ess of Judge Haines You, the belle of
the city, going to market with turkeys,
butter and eggs -
Yes, auntie, and can do it just as
well as Jonas would. Now don't op-
pose me q? That's a good, dear SOUL"
know how to fulfil her contract, and
was thankful for the prospect of assist
ance, but she could hardly reconcile
herself to the idea that her niece, the
beauty and heiress of whom she was
proud, should perform the role of a
market girl,
Lutie's arguments, however, pre-
vailed, and she went to her room to
prepare for her expedition. Borrow
ing a short dress from the ''help" she
donned ii and then folded a shawl in
the shape of a mantle across her shoul-
ders, and with her rich tresses hanging
over her shoulders, she looked like q
lovely country girl. Placing a dainty
hat upon her head, she tripped down
to the kitchen for her aunt's inspec-
tion.
"Well, 1 do declare ~ exclaimed that
worthy lady "whoever would know
You? Why. Lutte, If L had met you
face to face L should never have guessed
it was you if l hadn't known"
81 am glad to hear you say so auntie
for don't propose to be recognized by
any one, Oh, twill be rare fun," and
with a gay laugh she waltzsd out Of the
room. care the things all ready ?"
she asked, stopping to take breath.
"Yes, but the old horse must be har-
messed /; can you do it p
81 don't know, auntie, / think so ; at
least can try"
She skipped away to the stable, and
after half hours patient toll she led
old Billy up to the door, all harnessed
and attached to the wagon. In a short |
time the said wagon was filled with the |
articles for somebody's |
and Lutte climbed to |
the high seat, took the reins and whip |
with flourish which would have done
credit to coachman.
"Have you got some warm gloves ?"
asked Mrs. Bently.
Nothing but kid, but they will be
warm enough"
"No, indeed, they won't wait a mo-
ment." She hastened into the house
and brought out pair Of woolen nit
tens. "Here, put those on, Lutte. you
will need them, for it is very cold"
Lutte obeyed, and the plump little
hands looked exceedingly funny" as
the young lady expressed it. In few
more, having received her in
Lutte drove away.
''Don't forget to deliver those four
argest turkeys at Colonel Ormsby's,"
,alled out her aunt.
''Oh, no but you haven't told me
where he lives" said Lutte, stopping
md waiting for the information.
'I declare, don't know, but you
,an find out at the market where you
ire to deliver the rest"
81 think 1 can find it." replied Lutte
and drove off.
In due time she arrived at the market.
the cause of her coming,
INC uciiNcIcu Tic hTtiCtcb tudt were W
90 there, and then inquired for the res
dence of Colonel Ormsby.
81 cannot tell You miss, replied the
proprietor but If you'll step into that
restaurant on the corner, think you
will find out"
Lutte hesitated should she allow
herself to enter a third-class saloon,
where she would be likely to come in
,ontact with low fellows who make
uch places their daily resort In a
she decided to go.
Lightly she tripped across the street,
md of the slovenly looking girl behind
he counter she made her inquiry.
81 don't know, myself, miss, but il
'ou will wait a few inmates I'll go into
he kitchen and ask one of the girls who
Ised to live there.
Again Lutte hesitated. She disliked
he idea of remaining here even for a
ew minutes. What if some of her ac-
Iuaintances should chance to pass. and
ooking in, recognize her? Seeing she
Iesitated the girl said /:
"If Won don't like to wait here won