The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1878-02-13
THELADY'S MAIDS STORY.

Il 1s
One night l was walking in the
garden, waiting, il the truth mu ST be
told, fer Thomas Trefoil, whe was
paying attention to me, and who was
masters valet, as | was mistress's 3
maid. Master was an old gentleman.
whom mistress had married for his
money, so it was said and it seemed
very likely, for one was not yet 20
and the other 60 They had been
united three years, and he was very
good to her. Strange enough if he
had not been, and always giving her
something handsome TO wear. or
book, or flowers, or anything she
thought of; and fer her part sue al
ways thanked him very prettily.
She behaved we'll to him. l am
sure, and he was perfectly satisfied.
He could not have expected her to
be in love with him, old enough to
he her grandfather as he was.
Well, | was walking in the garden,
waiting for Thomas. who was free
after dinner-time, when suddenly |
heard step close beside nIe on the
other side Of the bushes, and think
ing it was my lover, 1 stood still,
meaning to play trick. crept
shadows concealed me, and waited,
meaning to dart out and frighten him
as he passed but in a moment more
saw that it was not Thomas. but
tall, fair young gentleman with
long moustache, who looked about,
putting up his eye-giass as though
he expected some one. He was ex-
tremely pale, and his eyes shone so
that they frightened me. And L
kept very still, for am afraid of
maniacs, terribly afraid-not that I
ever saw one, only ! should be. l
kept still, and held back my apron,
so that it should not futter out and
catch the light.
The gentleman walked a little
way, and then back; and a little
way. and then back again.
"WiIl she never Gomez" l heard
him say to himself. "Will she never
Gomez"
Who is he? [ thought. And who
is he waiting for? Then it struck
me that it might be for Miss Rushton
"a young lady who was visiting my
mistress, and who looked to me to
be sly enough for nything. So l
waited-indeed / could not help it
now, unless had wished to be seen
waited, hidden away among the
bushes.
If it was private garden, how
did he get in? you remark. Well,
there was no difficulty about that.
One gate was never locked, and mas
ter was good~natured about letting
people come in and walk about. It
was quite a park, as one might say,
with great trees and pretty arbers
in it, and ever so many wonderful
kinds of flowers. The seringaR grew
where 1 was hiding. and the flowers
fiuttered down over me with their
strong, sweet smell, as / shook the
bushes by leaning against them.
Always when l smell seringas l
think of that night, and of how
saw lady hurrying down the path
u moment after, and could scarcely
believe it was my lady; but 1t was.
She had black lace shawl over
her head, caught by her tall comb.
as you see the mantilas In pictures
of Spanish women. She was as dark
as any Spaniard, 1 am sure, with
such a pretty color, though not pale
or sallow-and with great melting
eyes, and dear little red mouth. |
thought, as 1 looked at the two, that
they had been made for each other,
and when / heard him cry out
''Maud T. 1 knew that he loved her.
just one word will tell you that. l
listened to hear her voice. She said
nothing. but she held cut her hand ;
not to take his-oh. no Ito keep
him off. ! think he was going to
kiss her.
Then they stood still, looking at
each other.
u thought you had forgiven me,
Maud" he said.