The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-11-19
zHE NEW GIRL.

OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES shlU Mf. Mef-
edith, with q hopeless expression Of in
sanity on his countenance. Kitty Mere
dith dropped both hands dispairingly at
her sides.
Charles, you don't mean that you
have forgotten it al1eady2"
"My DEAR said Mr.. Meredith, fun
bling in the deeps of his overcoat pockets
for missing glove, II may not have for
gotten, butt don't seem exactly to re-
member
1.-THE oystersa' suggested his wife.
lob, yes, the oysters" said Mr.. Mere
dith.
"And two ounces of double zephcr scar
let wool.'' saas =.
Exactly ESD . .s
E. "And the depot hack to be waiting at
two o'clock tor your cousin from Chics-
CO." "a
Mr.. Meredith slapped one hand on the
table,. z55s IRIS " - ~
"she is coming to-day, declare to
goodness" nc calculated. y ~
sand dozen Havana oranges for des-
sert, and two pounds of white grapes,
and some OF those delicious little Naples
biscuit and maccaroons, from Saltidelli's
oh, and let them send me up glri
from St. Char'sw .srg.
"A-whlchs' .1. .sz-.-.1
"A girl, you goose! for general house.
work. Phoebe went home this morning
with the faceuche, and I cant be left
alone with the company coming and ali.
Mind she's good cook and understands
waiting at table"
And Mr.. Meredith rushed off to catch
the nlne-thirty express with kaleldo-
scope confusion Of grapes, zepher wool,
depot hacks, oysters and servant-maids
carcering through his brain, which bod
ed i'll fer Mrs. Meredith's domestic plans.
While that lady, clasping both hands
over her forehead in sort Of tragic de-
spair, rushed down into the Kitchen
where very good looking young man
OF some two or Internationally 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
and smear Of SCOT traversing the bridge
of his nose. 'r@
"Wells" said he. "-r.... e..
Tom, SAID Mrs. Meredith, hysteric-
ally, ''can you make lobster salad?"
Like book ~ said Tom.
"And coffeel"
II learned in Paris
"Gcod," said Mrs. Meredith. Sand
can make buttermilk biscuit-and be-
tween us, Well get up decent lunch for
the young lady from Chicago AS for din
"Well?" again remarked the young
man with the soot-besmeared nose.
:'Provldence must provider' sighed
the matron.
''There's an old chintz colored rooster
In the barnyard," SAID Tom, hopefully.
"lf l could catch him I'd have chicken
stew" .... d..
"Tom,' said Mrs. Merid1th, "did you
ever make chicken stew"
"No."
"rhen you don't know what YOU re
talking about" said the lady, with some
asperity. ..>--.
"Yes, I do, too,' maintained the ANA
teur Soyer. ''Onions, potatoes, celery,
pearl barley, with a pinch Of salt, and
'Nonsense!' interrupted Mrs. Meredith
''Do pick that lobster out of its she'll and
leave off romancing! You're deal bet
ter at poetry and newspaper sketches
than you are In the Kitchen; though to
be sure,'' with a twlnge of conscience,
goodness knows what should do with
out you just in this particular emergency,
you dear old darling .'
The lobster was only halt picked out
Of the shell, the buttermilk biscuit was
still unmixed, and Mrs Meredith, with
a pocket handkerchief tied around her
pretty brown hair, was busting the little
drawing-room when there came ring
at the door-bell. She put her turbaned
h ead ont Of the window after most un-
cercmonious fashion. .-
"Who's there" she demanded. in
high contralto. ..r .-. Ill
"Does Mrs. Meredith live here9" re-
torted woman's voice. And at the
same moment the young matron caught
sight OF neat black leather bag, black
alpaca dress and shawl Of the plainest
Highland plaid. 60. -.
''It's the new girl, thank Providencer
said Mrs. Meredith; and she flew
down stairs, thanking honest Charley in
her heart toy this unexpected rompti-
tude. "Come in" said she opening the
door vide. 81 am glad you are 80 pune
tua, my good girl. From St. Chars
Intelligence Bureau, supposed No,
don't take off your things up here-the
servants room is below stairs; you may
as we'll come directly down into the
Kitchen" s.t..s... s.... .e Ill.,.
She led the way down, followed by the
new girl, whose countenance bore rather
bewildcred expression. sH ..s. .,.s
"What's your namei" she asked patro-
nizingly. .rF &--@ s-a...~.. ,.'.
my namea Oh, it's Martha, answered
the girl, in some confusion. ." g.
"Marthas" critically repeated Mrs.
Meredith. "What an ugly name! I
think I shall call yon Patty. Have you
references2'' , =, h. .,a... 20,
Ill believe 90. ed s-=. as
Il think" said Mrs. Meredith, survey
ing her from top to toe, "That you are
little over-dressed for your station, Patty;
but of course you have some palmer
clothes in your trunk when it CONTEST"
The stranger lifted pair of gray blue
eyes to the tall form, girded around with
a towel. who was vigorously wrestling