Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-16
THE NEW GIRL.

lnember?"
ITO remember-what?" said Mr.. Mer-
edith, with 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 already?"
''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"
"The oysters?' suggested his wife.
''Oh, yes, the OYSTERS" said Mr. Mere
dith
"And two ounces of double zepher scar
let wool.'
''Exactly'
"And the depot hack to be waiting at
two o'clock for your cousin from Chica-
60"
Mr. Meredith slapped one hand on the
table,"
"She is coming to-day, I declare to
goodness!'' he calculated.
"And dozen Havana oranges fer 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 girl
from St: Char'sr'
"A-whlch?'
"a girl, you goose! for general house
work. Phoebe went home this morning
with the faceache, and I can't be left
alone with the company coming and all.
Mind she's a good cook and understands
waiting at table,"
And Mr.. Meredi tn rushed off to catch
the nine thirty express with kaleido-
scope confusion Of grapes, zepher wool,
depot hacks, oysters and servant maids
careering through his BRAIN, which bod
ed i'll for 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 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
and smear Of SCOT traversing the bridge
of his nose.
"Well?" said he.
'Tom," said Mrs. Meredith, hysteric-
ally, ''can you make lobster salad9"
''Like book'' said Tom.
"And coffee?"
II learned in Paris''
| "Gcod," SAID Mrs. Meredith. "And |
can make buttermilk biscuit-and be-
tween US, We'll get up decent lunch for
the young lady from Chicago! AS for din
ner-"
| "Well!" again remarked the young
man with the SCOT besmeared nose.
"Provldence must provide!' sighed
the matron
"There's an old chintz colored rooster
III the barnyard,' said Tom, hopefully.
eff could catch him I'd have chicken
! stew"
"Iom," said Mrs. Meredith, 'sdid YOU
ever make a chicken STEVE"
| "No.o
"Then you don't know what YOUR
talking about" said the lady, with some
asperity.
"Yes, do, too, maintained the anna
teur Soyer. "Onions, potatoes, celery,
pearl barley, with pinch of salt, and
Nonsense" interrupted Mrs. Meredith
"Do pick that lobster out of its shell 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 twinge of conscience,
goodness knows what should do with
out you just in this particular emergency,
| you dear old darlihg.''
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 dustlng the little
drawirg-room when there came a ring
at the door bell. She put her turbaned
head out of the window after most I'm
ceremonious fashion.
"Who's there" she demanded. in a
high contralto.
! .''Does Mrs. Meredith live here?'' 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.
@''It's the new girl, thank Providencer'
said Mrs. Meredith; and she flew
down stairs, thanking honest Charley in
her heart for this unexpected prompti-
tude. "Come in" said she opening the
door vide. 81 am glad you are so pune
tual, my good girl. From st. Chars
Intelligence Bureau, I suppose? No,
don't take off your things up here-the
servants room is below stairs; you may
as well come directly down into the
Kitchen