The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1879-10-18
The New Girl.

huCc. Nttty Cuilu
both hands despairingly ut her
sides,
Charles. she exclaimed, lyon
don't mean that you have forgot
ten already
.My DEAR said Mr.. Meredith,
fumbIing in the depths OF his
overcoat pockets for u missing
glove, 4 may not have forsottc"
but I don't seem exactly +, re-
menberF
sThe oystffsy suggested the
wife.
ooh yes,' said Mr.. Meredith.
'the oysters.s
'And two ounces of double
zephyr scarlet WOOL
'Exaetlv'
sAnd the depot hack to be wait
ing at two O'Clock for your cousin
from Chicago
Mr.. Meredith slapped one hand
on the table.
'She is coming to day, =! declare
to goodness he calculated.
'And a dozen Havana oranges
foi desert, and two pounds Of
white grapes, aud some OF those
delicious little Naples biscuits
aud maecaro0ns. from Saltasrlli's
oh, and let them send ME up Il
girl from st. Chars"
'A-Which =
"A girl, you goose! for general
h0usework. Phoebe went hOmr
this morning with the faceache,
and | can't be left alone with com
pany coming aud all. Mind,
she's "a good cook and under
stands waiting at table,
And Mr.. Meredith rushed off
to catch the n%ine-thirty express
with a Kaleidoscope confusion OF
grapes, zephyr wool, depot hacks
oysters and servant maids career
ing through his brain, which boz
ded ill for Mrs. Meredith's do
nestle plans.
While that lady, clasping both
hands over ier forehead IN Il sort
Of tragic despair, rushed down
into the kitchen, where a very
good looking young man of some
two or three all Il twenty was on
his knees in front OF the range,
try ing to coax a most unwilling
fire to burn. The good looking
young man glanced up with d
comical sparkle in his ewes and IL
smear Of SCOT lraverS.ng the
bridge of his nose.
well !. said he.
Tom salt Mrs, Meredith, hys.
tercally, 'can you make ii lobster
salad -
'Llke a book said Tom.
Sand coffee =
Il learned in Palis,1
Good said Mrs. Meredith.
'AnI l can make buttermilk bis
cnit-and, between us, Well get
a descent lunch for the young
lady from Chicago. AS for din
lier@
well = again remarked the
young man with the SCOT bcsmear
ed nose.
providence must provide"
sighed the mairOn.
There's IN old chintz colored
rooster in the barnyard,' said
Tom, hopefully. 'IfI could c.tch
him I'd have a chicken stew.s
Tom,' said Mrs. Meredith.
did YOU ever make a chicken
stew
No.
Then you don't know what
you're talking about SAID t:,c
lady with some asperily.
yes, l do, too,' maintained the
amateur Soyer. Onions, pota-
toes, celery, pearl barley, with a
pinch OF salt, amt
Nonsense! interposed Mrs.
Meredith. dc pick that lobster
out of its shell and leave Oft TO.
mancing! You're a deal better
at poetry and newspaper sketches
than you are iu the kitchen !;
though to be sure, with "a twingr
Of conscience, "goodness only
knows what | should do without
yOI just i'll this particular emer-
gency, you dear old darling.'
The lobster was only half pick
ed out of the shell, the butter
milk biscuit was still unmixed,
and Mrs. Meredith, with a pocket
handkerchief tied around her
pretty brown hair, was busting
the little drawing DOM when
there came Il ring at the door.
bell. She put her turbaned head
out of the window after a most
unceremOnious fashion.
who's there she demanded.
in a high contralto.
'DoeS Mrs. Meredith live here's
retortaI q wO,nan,s ,-n;nn