Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1879-08-30
THE NEW GIRL.

"Now, Charley, you'll be sure to re-
member
"To remember-what?' said Mr..
Meredith, with a hopeless expression OF
/ nanity on his countenance. Kitty Mer-
edith dropped both hands despairlngly
/ at her sides.
CHARLES" she exclaimed, "yOu
don't mean that you've forgotten al
readv?"
"Mv dear" said Mr.. Meredith, fum-
bling i'm the depths of his Overcoat peck
cts for missing glove, 81 may not have
forgotten-but | don't seem exactly to
remember
''The oystersw suggested his young
wife. 49,
ooh, yes" said Mr., Meredith, ''the
oysters"
AND two ounces OF double zephyr
scarlet wool.
Exactly"
"And the depot hack TO be in waiting
ut two O'Clock for your cousin from Chi-
cago."
Mr.. Meredith slapped one hand on the
table.
"She is coming to-day, l declare TO
goodness"
and a dozen Havana oranges for des-
sert, and two pounds of white grapes,
and some of those delicious little Naples
biscuit and maecaroons, from SaItaselll' 5
oh, and let them send me up girl
from st. Chars
"A-Uhichy' .
a girl. YOU goose! For general house
work Phoebe went home this morning
with the iace-ache, and can't be LETT
alone with company coming and all.
Mind she's good cook and understands
waiting at tablet
And Mr.. Meredith rushed off to catch
the nine-ninety express with a kaicido-
scopic confusion of grapes, zephyr wool,
depot-hacks, oyster, and servant maids
careering through his brain, which
bodied IN for Mrs. Meredith's domestic
plans. H..H.
While that lady, clasping both hands
over her forehead, in a sort OF tragic
drspair. rushed down into the kitchen
where very gOOd-loOking young man
of some two or three and twenty was on
his knees in front of the range, trying to
coax a most unwilling fire to burn. The
good looking young man glanced up,
with a comical sparkle in his eyes and a
smudge of SCOT traversing the bridge OF
/ his nose.
''Wen?" said he.
'Tom," cried Mrs. Meredith, hys-
terically, 'can YOU make a lobster
salad2'
Like book" said Tom.
"And coffee
81 learned in Paris.
Good" said Mrs. Meredith. And |
can make buttermilk bIscujt-and, be-
tween us, we'llget up decent lunch for
the young lady from Chicago! AS for
/ dinner"
"Wen?" again remarked the young
man with SOot-besmudged nose.
Providence must provide sighed
the matron.
There's that old chintz-cOlOred rOos-
ter in the barnyard,' said Tom, hope,
fully. Iii could once catch him, I'd
have a chicken stew
tom" said Mrs. Meredith, did you
ever make a chicken stew
NO
o"Then YOU don't know what you're
talking about said the lady, with some
"Yes. | do, too" maintained the
amateur Sever. "OniOnS, potatoes, Gel
erv. barley, with pinch OF salt,
and
Nonsense" interpoSed Mrs. Mere
dith. "Do pick that lobster out of its
| shell. and leave off rOmIncing, You're
a deal better at poetry and newspaper
| sketches than YOU are in the Kitchen;
/ Though. to De sure" with a twinge OF
/ conscience, goodness knows what |
/ should Ito without you just in this
particular emergency, you dear old dar-
ling" ..
The lobster was only half picked on t
/ of its shell, the bnttcrlnilk biscuit was
still unmixed, and Mrs. Meredith, with a
! INTERCHANGEABLE tied around her
/ pretty brown hair, was dustling the lit
/ lie drawing-rOOm, when there came 4
| rinyat the door-bell. She put the tur-
banrd head out of the window after a
most unceremonious fashion.
who's there she demanded, IN
/ hish contralto.
"poes Mr.. Meredith live here? re-
| tOEttU u WbuluA NNANNs -AAA'A ~ ~
/ same instant the young matron caught
sight OF neat black leather bag, a black
alpaca dress, and a shawl OF the plaineSt
/ Highland plaid.
ITS the new girl, thank Providence!
said Mrs. Meredith; and she flew down
stairs. thanking honest Charley, in her
heart. for his unexpected promptitude.
/ Come in, - said she, opening the door
wide. IL am glad YOU are so punctual,
nv good girl. From the st. Chars In
teiigenee Bureau, I suppose? No, don't
take of your things up here-the ser
wants roOm is below stairs; you may as
well come directly down into the
hitchen.'
She led the way down followed by
the new girl, whose countenance bore
rather a bewildered expression.
"What is your name? she asked,
patronizingly.
"My name? Oh, its Martha an
swered the stranger, in some coniu-
sion.
MARTHA" critically repeated Mrs.
Meredith. What an ugly name!
think | shall call you Patty. Have YOU
good references"
0I-bebeye So .....