The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1879-09-19
THE NEW GIRL.
By AMY RANDOLPH.

IN. Now. W. Charley, you'll be sure to re
"Toa reinember-what? ?'' said Mr.
M.ierIfGidiih, with hopeless expression o
ipaiiity on his countcnance. XIII,
Meredith dropped both hands DESPAIR
ipglv at hor sides. s..a11.'7 n1D'1..'.. '''
nCharles.''c she exclaimed. avo,
dpn ne. meau that you have iorgottcn al
My dcar,n said Mr.. Meredith. fun
fbling i'll the. depths Of his overcoa
pPckets for missing glove. al may no
hfye f', iorg9ttfeqnliMRgt !. dou't seem OK
taetly to remenJerrr =
Tho oysters Y, suggested the wife
solS,yes, g,e p said Mr.: Meredith, "lh,
sand eihc two .ounecs of. do,,bl,
zephyr SCARLET wuUt." '-'''''.''' -
Ts ..EXactly.n' III .'..
= l"And the depot hack to te in wait
Ilig III tWo O'Clock for yonl'. cousin from
NliraSo.W ...........-..-.-.. -..-,n"i i IF '
Mr.. Meredith slapped one hand Oh
"She IS coming to-day, / declare t(
soodness!' he calculated.
land Il dozen IIavana oranges fol
dessert, and two pounds of white
grapes, and some OF those delicious III.
tie, Naples biscuits and macca,oons
from Saltseli's-oh, and LET them senr
me up a girl from st. Char'sn' ~,
"A-rhichr' ti W. .f.ii4r.
"a girl, You g6osc! For genera
'9qusework. Phoebe went home This
'hornlngawitli the facc-aclie, and 1 cant
pe lett alone with company coming and
AT. Mind she's a good cook and un.
dcrstands waiting at, table. ?" q
And Mr.. Meredith rushed off to
eaten hlne-thirty express with kalcid.
oscopic confusion of GRAPES. zephy,
wool, depot hacks, oysters and servant
maids careering through his brain.
which boded i'll for Mrs. Mcrcdith's do.
nestle plans. Wv
While that lady, clasping both hands
over her forehead, in n sort of traoic
despair, rushed down into the kitchen,
whcrc very good-looking young man
ol some two or threc-and-twenty was
on ms Knees in front of the range, try
iis 10 coax most unwilling fire to
Durn. The good-looking Young man
glanced up, with comlcal sparkle il,
ilis eyes, ana slnudgc OF SCOT travcrs-
ing the bridge of his nose.
"WellI" said he.
Tom" cried Mrs. Meredith, hyster.
ipaliy, "can you make d lobster salad?'
Like book !" said Tom.
Sand coflec?"
81 learned in Paris r.
Good" said Mrs. Meredith. ..And
I can make buttermilk biscuit-and
between us, s,we'll get up a.decent luncl
'or inc yo,uns.lady at Chicagol AS fol
dinner" H7E
"Well?' again remarked the youne
man with the soot-besmudgcd nose.
"frovidcncc must provided" sighed
thc matron. as - 'aii sd ef
There's an old chintz-colored rooste,
IN inc Darnyard," said Tom, hopefully
III could once catch him, I'd have :
chicken stew"
Tom, said Mrs. Meredith y did vo,
lever make Il chicken stew?'
! "No.u t-lflTl - h
7 srThen you don't know what Your,
talking about,n said the lady, twill
some asperity.
YYes, do, too" maintained the am
atcur Soyer. "Onions, potatoes, Gel
cry, pearl barley, with a pinch OF salt
and"
'.Nonscnser' interposed Mrs. Mere
Hdith. flei hN- i'"'N
''Do pick that lobster out of its. shell
and leave. oil romancingl You're
deal better at poetry and ncwspape
sketches than yon are in the kitchen
4 though, TO be sure" with twinge q
conscience, 'goodness knows what
should do without you just in this paI
| ticular emergency, you dear old darl
Iing.v
Tho lobster salad was only halfpcke,
out Of its shell, the bnttermilk biscui
was stu unmixed, and Mrs. Meredith
with lpocket t-handkerchiet tied aronn,
her pretly brown hair, was dusting ih
little. ,Fawing-room, when there came
ring at the door-bell. She put the tur
baned head out of the window after
most unceremonious fashion. i.sil-s
''Who's therc?" she demanded, in
high contralto.
"Docs Mrs. Meredith live here re
torlcd woman's voice. And t1th
same instant the young matron caugh
sight of a neat black leather bag,
black alpaca tress, ami 4 shawl of III
plainest Highland. ''H . - ,t,a
''Its the new girl, thank Provi
delIce ~ said Mrs. Meredith, and Sd
few down stairs, thanking homes
Charley, in her heart, for his unexpecl
cd pi'omptitude. ,.ei n
Come 'in,'' said she, opening ii.
door wide, 81 am glad you are 5
punctudl, my good girl. From Tho 81
\ char's Iaiolligence Bureau, Lsuppose
lNo, don't take OIL your things up her
Etho-serva1tsi Is below stairs
you may as well come directly dow
'ffiio the kitchepP2 cauyfag &
She led the way down, followed b
the new girl, whose countenancc Dor
rather a bewildered expression.
'What is your name!'' sho asked
patronizingly.
''My namc?" "Oh, its Martha,v al
swercd the stranger, in some confusion
Msrsdita @l1i1a n us9 rsRSsSas s'SGslei "
. 1 Nlink shall call you Patty. llayo 20
good referencesYp sn 80. r 10
Y f"I-belieye So" m
! s1think,p said Mrs. Meredith, su
q, veying her from top to toe, "yon are
little ovcrdressed tor your station, Pa
i tyi but of course you have some plail
ner, clothes in youroirnpk when
.,qonies?' a..ial b.. -s.