The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-10-04
THE NEW GIRL.


"Charles!" she exclaimed, "you don't
mean that you have forgotten already"
"NIy dear" said Mr.. Meredith, FUN
bling in the deeps Of his overcoat pockets
for missing glove, ~ may not have for
gotten-but I don't seem exactly 10 re-
member"
1.-THE oysters| suggested the wife.
ooh yes" said Mr.. Meredith, "the oys-
ters."
"And two ounces of double zephyr
scarlet WOOL"
Exactly"
"And the depot hack to be waiting at
two o'clock for your cousin from Chica.
co.
Mr.. Meredith slapped one hand on the
table.
"She is coming to-day, declare to
goodness" he calculated.
"And dozen Havana oranges for DIES.
sert, and two pounds Of white grapes, and
some Of those delicious little Naples bis.
cults and maccaroons, from Saltaseli'a-
oh, and let them send me up girl from
st. Char's!"
"A-whiCh?" .....
"a girl, you goosel for general house.
work. Phoebe went home this morning
with the faceaChe, and l can't be left
alone with company coming and all.
Mind, she's good cook and understands
waiting at table,"
And MIR. Meredith rushed OFF to catch
the nine-thirty express with a kaleido-
scope confusion Of grapes, zephyr wool,
depot hacks, oysters and servant maids
Careering through his brain, which
BODIED i'll for Mrs. Meredith's domestic
plans.
While that lady, clasping both hands
lover her forehead in sort OF tragic
despair, rushed down into the kitehen,
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 most unwilling fire to burn. The
good looking young man glanced up
with comical sparkle in his eyes and a
smear Of SCOT traversing the bridge. OF
his nose. 4
"Well?" said he.
"Tom," said Mrs. Meredith, hysteri-
Gally, "can you make a lobster salad2"
"Like book" said Tom.
And Cottee?"
II learned in Paris"
"Good," said Mrs. Meredith. And l
can make buttermilk biscuit-and, be-
tween US, we'll get decent lunch for the
young lady from Chicago! As for
dinner"
s"Wellw again remarked the young man
with the sootbesmearsd nose.
Providence must proyide!' sighed the
matron.
"There's an old chintz colored rooster
in the barnyard," said Tom, hopefully.
"If could catch him I'd have q chicken
stew" E..a.. II.. df'
"Tom," said Mrs. Meredith, "did you
ever make chicken stew" o. ~
mo"
'tIhen you don't know what you're
talking about" said the lady, with some
asperity.
"Yes, I do, too" maintained the anna
teur soyer. "onions, potatoes, celery,
pearl barley, with pinch Of salt, and ="
"NonsenseI" interposed Mrs. Meredith
do pick that lobster out of its shell and
leave of romancing! You're a deal better
at poetry and newspaper sketches thsn
you are in the kitchen; though to be sure,
with twinge Of conscience, goodness
knows what I should do without you Just
in this particular emergency, yeuldear old
Tie lobster was only half picked out. Of
the shell, the buttermilk biscuit was still
unmixed, and Mrs. Meredith, with
Observation-Disclosures around hsr pretty
brown hair, was busting the little drawing
room when there came ring at the door
bell. she put her turbaned head out OF
the window after most unceremonious
fashion.
"Who's there" she demanded, in high
contralto.
HDoes Mrs, Meredith live here?n retort.
ed a woman's voice. And at the same
moment the Young matron caught sight Of
a neat black leather bag, a black alpaca
dress and a shawl OF the plainest Highland
plaid.
ats the new girl, thank Proyidenee!''
said Mrs, Meredith: and she flew down
stairs, thanking honest Charley in her
heart for this unexpected promptitude,
"Come in," said she, opening the door
wide. II am glad you are so punctual,
nv good girl. From st. Chars Intelligence
. Bureau, ] suppose? No, don't take of
!. your things up here-the servants room
!. Is below stairs; you may as well come di.
] rectly down into the Kitchen" '7l
Sheled the way down, followed by the
new girl, whose countenanGe bore rather
q bewildered expression.
"What's your nameP" she asked, pat.
ronizingly. str., ~ A
Myname2 Oh, its Martha, " answered
the girl, in some confusion. 70 btt
Meredith. aWhat an ugly nameI think
l shall call you Patty. Have you any ref
erences?"
Ill believe So"
~ think, said Mrs. Meredith, survey