The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1879-12-12
THE NEW GIRL.


10 remember
10 rememoeT-Whatf SAID Mr..
Meredlth' win "a hopeless express
sion OF insanity on has coantenauce.
Nifty Meredith dropped both hands
deSpalTlngiy at her sides.
Charles, sac exclaimed, "Yon
doh mean that you nave forgotten
ALREADY ,,
MY dear, salu Mr.. MereuIth,
iumolng III the deeps OF hiS over
coat POCKETS Tor missing glove,
Il may not have iorsotien-ool /
uon seem exactly 10 remember
" Ihe oysters. suggested the
VIE.
Oh yes, SAID MI. Meredith,
" the oysters
Ana two ounces OF double
zeplyr scarlet wool.
Exactly.
"Anu tue depot hack 10 ne wait
ing at two o'clock for your cousin
IRON chicago.
! MI Meredith slapped one hand
on the table.
" She is coming to-day, | declare
to goodness he lacuIaIed'
"Aud a dozen Havana oranges
for desert. aHd two pounds OF white
grapes. and Someot those delicious
little Naples biscuits and macca-
roouS, from Sa!taSelll S-oh, aud let
them send me girl from 81, Chars.
" A-which =
y girl, You goose. tor general
honSc-work. PhRbe went home
this morning with the iaeeache. and
/ caHt be left alone with company
coming and all. Mind, she's a
good cook and understands waiting
AT table,
And Mr.. MEREDITH rushed Oft ,to
catch the nlne-thirty express with
d Kaleidoscope confusion ot grapes,
zephyr wool, depot McGS, oysters
aud servant maIdS careerng
through his brain. which bodgd i'll
tor Mrs. Meredlth's domestic plans,
While that lady, clasping both
hands over her forehead IN sort
OF tragic despair, rushed down iato
the kitchen, where a very good
looking young man OF some two or
three and twenty was on his knees
III front of the range, trying to
coax most unwilling fire to burn,
The good looking young man
glanced up with a comical SparElc
IN his eyes and smear of SCOT
travcrsiug the bridge OF his nose.
Wcill T. said he.
"Iom| said Mrs. Meredith, hYS.
tcricaIly, "uau you mHhe a lobster
salad =
Like a book !" said Tom.
"Aud coffee p
81 learned in Paris
"Good,' said Mrs. Meredith.
" Aud l can make buttermilk bis
cuit-aud, between us, Wen get
decent lunch for the Young lady
from Chicago! AS for dinuer--'
Well" again remarked the
young man with the SCOT bcsmeared
nose.
Providence must provide y
sighed the matron.
There's an old chintz cOlOrcd
rooster in the barnyard,' said Tom,
hopefully. "If | could catch him
I'd have a chicken stew"
"Tom,' said Mrs. Meredith, "did
you ever make a chicken stew y
" NO.'
"Then you don't know what
you're talking about said the lady
with some asperity.
Yes, | do, too" maintained the
amateur Soyer. "Onion, potatoes,
celery, pearl barley, with pinch
of salt, and"
"Nonsense w interposed Mrs.
Meredith. "Do pick that lobster
out of its shell and leave OIL ro-
manciug You're deal better at
poetry and newspaper sketches
than you are in the kitchen;
though to be sure, with twinge of
conscience, "goodness only knows
what | should do without you just |
in this particular emergency, you |
dear old darling.'
The lobster was only half picked |
out of the shell, the buttermilk bis |
cult was still unmixed, and Mrs. |
Meredith, with a pocket-handker- |
chief tied around her pretty brown
hair, was busting the little draw
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