Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1880-01-29
THE NEW GIRL.

''Now, Charley, yoa'll be sure t.
remember"
''To remember-what?' ?' asked Mr.
! Meredith, with hopeless expression
of insanity on his csuntenance. Kilt,
Meredith dropped both hands despair
ingly to her side.
''Charles," she exclaimed, "yol
don't mean that you have forgotten
already!'
"My DEAR" said Mr.. Mereditl
fumbling in the depths of an overcoa
pocket for a missing glove, II ma,
not have forgotten, but l don't seen
to exactly remember
The OYSTERS suggested his wife
"Oh, yes said Mr.. Meredith
1.-THE oysters
''And two ounces of double zephyr
scarlet wool -
''And the depot hack to be waiting
at 2 O'Clock for your cousin from Chi
cag,.'
Mr.. Meredith slapped one hand OF
the table.
''She is coming to-day, 1 declare
TO goodness!' he calculated.
''And a dozen Havana oranges, fol
dessert, and two pounds of whit,
grapes, and some of those deliciou.
little Maple biscuit and maccaroons
from Saltaselli' 's--oh, and let then
send me girl from St. Chars. -
''A-which?"
"a girl, you goose. For genera
housework. Phoebe went home this
morning with the face ache, and
can't be left alone with company com
ing and all. Mind she s a good cook
and understands waiting at table"
And MIR. Meredith rushed Oft tt
catch the $50 express, with kalcid
scope confusion of grapes, zephy
wool, depot hacks, oysters and ser
want maid careering through his brain
which boded ill for Mrs. Meredith
domestic plans.
While that lady, clasping botl
hands above her head in sort O
tragic despair, rushes down into th,
kitchen, where a very goodlookin.
young man of two or three and TWEEN
ty was on his kpees. ip .Grap4 ,.la m, atf,..ilhl:: til:
fire to burn. The goodlooking youns
man looked up with comical sparks
in his eye, and smear Of smoo
traversing the bridge of his nose.
"Well," said he.
"Tom," said Mrs Meredith, hys
terically, 'can you make lobste
salad? -
Like a book said Tom.
"And cotfec!'
81 learned in Paris"
Good" said Mrs. Meredith
"And | can make buttermilk bis
cuit-and, between us, we will get u
a decent lunch for the young LAD
from Chicago. AS for dinner
"Well," again remarked the youn
man with the -besmeared face.
s.Proyidence must PROVIDE sigl
sd the matron.
.'There's an old chiDtz colore
rooster in the barn yard" said Ton
hopefully. "If l could catch him l.
have a chicken stew
Tom" said Mrs. Meredith, "di
YOU ever make chicken stew:'
'No.'
''rhcn you don't know what you
talking about" said the lady, VII
some asperity-
"Yes | do. too" maintained Il
amateur Soyer. Onions, potatoe
celery, pearl barley, with pinch
salt, and
Nonsense" interposed Mrs. Me
edith, "Do pick that lobster out
its shell, and leave off romancin
You re deal better at poetry al
newspaper sketches than you are
the kitchen; though to be sure
|. with twinge of conscience, ''goo
ness knows what / should do witho
yon just in this particular emergenc
you dear old darling "
The lobster was only half pick
out of the shell the buttermilk b
cult wa still unmixcd, and Mrs. M
= edith, with a pocket handkerch
tied around her pretty brown ha
was dusting the little drawing-roo
when there came ring at the dc
bell. She put her turbaned head G
of the window, after the most uncel
! monlous fashion.
"Who's there ?" she demanded
L a high centralto.
"Does Mrs. Meredith live here
restorted woman's voice. And
the same moment the young matr
caught sight of neat leather bag,
black alpaca dress and shawl of I
a plainest. Highland plaid.
N "It's the new girl, thank Pro
dcnce," said Mrs. Meredith and {
few down stairs, thanking hon
Charley, in her heart, for his un
pected promptitude.
"Come in" said she, opening
= door wide. II am glad you are
i punctual, my good girl. From
Chars Intelligence Buresu, l $
pose. No, don't take of your thi
up here--the servants room is b.
stairs you may as well come diret
down in to the kitchen"
She led the way down, followed
the new girl, whose countenance b
rather bewildered expression.
"What's your manner" she as
n patronizingly.
3 "My name? Oh, its Martha,' -
swered the stranger, in some col
sion.
ssMartha, critically repeated >
Meredith. "What an ugly name
@ think 1 shall call you Patty. II
o'' you references2'
"I-believe so.'
II Think" said Mrs. Meredith,
veying her from top to toe, ''you
a iittla overdresaed for your stat