Daily globe., 1878-09-15

ground, and actually-I'm ashamed to
tell it, but / did made my hand into a
fist and shook it at my promised husband.
What would mamma, the dear, meek
darling-I don't get my temper from her
have said if she had seen mey
AS for Anthony, he wasn't the least bit
frightened, but caught the fist. and shut
it up in his strong right hand like some
thing in box.
81 hate you'll" cried. ''Nobody ever
treated me SO before"
"But how many have you treated soY''
he asked, with smile; and 1 couldn't
help thinking how handsome he looked in
the silver moonlight.
Everybody has always done whatever
| wanted them to- Iwent on, stamping
my foot.
''And consequently spoiled you," said
he
'What did you love me for, if I'm not
not nice2"
because knew the moment saw you,
you were my fate. thought you were
nice then, and l wanted to take you in
my arms the moment you smiled at me-"
''And now?''
'And now think you bad tempered,
selfish, willful, unreasonable little girl!'
"lndeed !" and I wrenched my hand
away, but not before he had kissed it
with the most provoking GOODNESS. "Then
we'll part unless you change your opinion
immediately, and promise neuer to speak
to Meta Brooke again"
81 shall make no such silly promise
Barbara" Good gracious! the idea of has
calling me Barbara 81 have promised
to drive her to the depot tomorrow"
"Tou return to the city together?"
"We return by the same train, as we
have done a dozen times before"
.'Go!" said l, almost beside myself with
rage. Il never want to see you again"
"Are you sure. Barbara?o he asked,
'quite sure! think you had better wait
a day or two before you Danish me. II
by the day after tomorrow, your birth
day, you still hate me, send we word to
that effect, and will, the moment your
note is read, accept a position offered me
this morning, and start for home be.
yond the sea. Goodnight, Mss Oar
ling.'
Goodnight, Mr.. Ditto"
And he strobe away up the road, and l
picked up my ring and stole into the
house, and cried as though nv heart
would break. 1t was so unkind of him
to be unkind to a poor little thing like
me.
The next morning, as | sat on the from.
porch darning the children's stockings
dear me! it seems to me every time
stocking -darning comes around that there
hA fa, t1,v
legs as ours--Anthony drove past with
Meta Brooke at his side.
hid behind the stocking basket until
they were out of sight, and then flew to
my desk and wrote as bitter note as a
woman twice my size could have written,
and | sent it to the village postoffice that
very evening by our little servant-maid
Our little servant-maid IS pretty lit
tie maid, with red mouth, bright chest
nut hair, pleasant smile, neat plump
figure, and q remarkable cheerful dis
position. And cleverlittle maid she is too
can wash and iron and COOK and hun
dred other things; but she possesses one
taste which interferes sadly with her do
mestic duties-the most insatiate hunger
for literature, which she gratifes when
ever she finds an opportunity, in season OF
out OF season, morn, noon. or night.
Potatoes and stews are burned, bread
cakes and pies baked to cinders, doors
left open all night, breakfast delayed
lunches forgotten, dinners served toe
oorlr lato all on account of this love
Of reading which characterizes our little
servant maid.
She nearly drowned baby once, while
giving her her bath by letting the dar
ling's head slip under while she devoureC
a story in Horpea's Weekly she had tax
en- from table near bv. She let m,
canary escape while she removed hi
empty seed cup with one hand, and helt
s'Hegen S Babies" in the other, her eye
being fixed on the book She spilled thu
soup one dinner-time oyer papa's i'm
maculate white vest, while trying to peel
at the n agazine he was olancing over
She set the hot tiat-iron on our best dam
ask table-cloth, and left it there to in
delibly imprint its triangular portrait
while she hastily read an interesting
murder case IN the mornings paper
She could scarcely be got out of bee
mornings, because she was tired ant
sleepy from reading the book she hae
distracted from the book case the nigh
before, and when she did get up sh,
actually sat before the dreary-lookiue
stove for half an hour or so, 1ntentl1
perusing the various scraps of newspaper
with which she should have been LIGHT
ing the fire.
In short, if she had not been the most
devoted, sunny, unselfish and fond-of
us-all lite creature, it would have been
utterly impossible for us to have stood
the many mishaps and disasters tha;
sprang from our servant maids devotion
to literature. As it was, papa said to
her when she drenched him with soup,
"Another occurrence of this nature, and
you 60" And mama said to her when
she nearly drowned the baby-"Real)y,
Eleanor, if anything as dreadful as this
happens again we must part" And I
said to her when she freed my song-bird.
"The very next wrong thing you do while
reading" and made significant pause
and looked.
Eyes, miss" said Nellie, meekly, with
the tears in her gray eyes, which didn't
prevent her, as soon as she reached the
kitchen, bursting out with, "Why, why,