The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1880-09-16

| hSAGneE NO sue OAK m2lnt3lnln8
| Heart and branches self sus stsinin.
| For this -'tho Great Task Master nia63 you.
Aid yourself. and God will aid you.
THE NEW GIRL.
"Now. Charley, you'll be sure to re-
membcr2"
ITO remember-What7" said Mr.
Meredith, with . hopeless expression
of inanity ON his countcnance. Kitty
Meredith dropped both hands despair
ingly at her sides.
..Charlesl" she exclaimed, t1you don't
mean that you've forgotten alread y?'
my dear" said Mr. Meredith ,fumb-
ling in the depths of his overcoat pock-
cts for missing glove, "I may not
have forgottcn-but don't seem ex-
actly to rcmembcrl" q.
"Thc oystersl" suggested the wife.
AOh, yes" said Mr.. Meredith, "the
Sand the two ounces of double
zephyr scarlet WOOL" ~
| "Exactly." ...,, ,.4 ..tt it
"And the depot-hack to be in wait
| ing at two O'Clock for your cousin from
Chicago" -. t s
MI. Meredith slapped his hand on
the table. :. s...-. te
'She is coming to-day. declare to
goOdnessl" he calculated. i'
"And q dozen Havana oranges for
dessert, and two pounds of white
grapes, and some of those delicious lit
tie Naples biscuit and maccaroons,
from Saltaselli's-oh, and let them
send me up girl from ST. Charsi"
''A-wHICH?"
"a girl, you goose! For general
houscwork. Phoebe went home this
morning with q face-ache, and / can't
be left alone with company coming
and all. Mind stie's good cook and
understands waiting at tablet"
And Mr.. Meredith rushed off to
catch the nine thirty express with a
kaleidoscope confusion of grapes,
zephyr wool, depOt-hacks, oysters, and
servant-maids careering through his
brain, which boded i'll for Mrs. Mere
dith's domestic plans
While that lady, clasping both hands
over her forehead, in a sort of tragic
despair, rushed down into the kitchen,
where a very good looking young man
Of some two or three-and-twenty was
ON his knees in front Of the range. try
ing to coax q most unwilling fire to
burn. The good-looking young man
glanced up, with q comical sparkle in
his eyes, and q smudge Of SCOT travers-
ing the bridge of his nose.
"Well?" said he. .a
'Tom," cried Mrs. Meredith, hyster-
ically, "can yOusmake lobster saladr"
Like O book!" said Tom.
"And coffee?"
SST loo ruo6 ;,, Do r;of,1
'fGood," said Mrs. Meredith. "And
I can make buttermilk biscuit-and,
between us, will get up decent lunch
for the young lady from Chicago! As
for dinner"
"Well?" again remarked the young
man with the soot-besnudged nose.
providence must provided" sighed
the matron.
"There' san old chinfz-colored rooster
in the barnyard," said Tom, hopeful
ly. eff 1 could once catch him, I'd
have o chicken stew!"
"Tom,n said Mrs. Meredith, "did
you ever make o chicken stew2'
"No." s--.r-...l l..
'sChen you don't know what you're
talking about" said the lady, with
some aspcrity.
amateur Soyer. s4OniOns, potatoes,
celery, pearl barley, with pinch Of
salt, and" tI4
."Nonsensei" interposed Mrs. Mere
dith. "Do pick that lobster out of its
shell, and leave off romancingi You're
deal better at poetry and newspaper
sketches than you are in the kitchen
though, to be sure" with a twinge of
conscience, "goodness knows what
should do without you just in this par
ticular emergency, you dear old dar-
ling.
The lobster was only half picked
out of its 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
the turbaned head out of the window
after a most unceremoniOus fashion.
"Who's there?" she demanded, In a
high contralto.
aDoes Mrs. Meredith live here?'' re-
torted q woman's voice. And at the
same instant the young matron caught
sight of neat black leather bag,
plainest Highland plaid.
~ SAO nC" PIi, ehauA TOVA-
dence!" said Mrs. Meredith; and she
flew down stairs, thanking honest |
Charley, In her heart, for his unex-
pected promptitudc. "Come in," she |
said, opening the door wide. IL am
glad you are SO punctual, my good |
girl. From the st. Chars Intelligence |
Bureau, suppose? No, don't take of
your things up here-the servants !
room Is below stairs; you may as we'll
come directly down into the kitchen"
She led the way down, followed by |
the new girl, whose countenance bore
rather bewildered expression.
"What is your name! she asked pa
tronizingly.
'My name? Oh, it's Martha" an
swered the stranger in some confusion. !
"Martha?" critically repeated Mrs.
Meredith. "Wbat an ugly name! l !
think 1 shall call you Patty. Have /
you good references?"
'I-believe so."
~ think" said Mrs. Meredith, sur
veying her from top to toe, "you are a /
little Over-dressed for your situation,
Patty but of course you have some
palmer clothes in your trunk when it
The stranger lifted pair of grave
blue eyes to the tall form, girded
around with 4 towel, who was Vieor.