Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-12-17

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Mrs. Cabot herself went 10 the door,
opening IL before the newcomer could
ring. The light fell on the pretty face
and trim figure Of a girl in 4 gray trnv-
cling dress, who came forward and ask
ed for Mrs. White.
q You have made mistake" said
Mrs Cabot. "Mrs White does mot live
here Mrs. White lives few doors
above here"
".Oh, beg your pardon. The driver
read the number 10, and that was the
number was looking for"
"This is 19. believe Mrs. Whites Is
let me see, one, two, three IL must be
81"
But is that whore Mrs. Cabot livespu
tNo; this is Mrs. CRbot's. ! am Mrs
Cabot"
"It is certainly very strange. l have
always sent my letters 10 Mrs. White, in
care of Mrs. Cabot, 10 Fayette Street. {"
"This is 10 Fayette Street, and l am
Mrs. Cabot. How extraordinary Stopl
Do you know what Mrs. Whites first
name isPn
"She is my Aunt Mary"
"Is it possiblel Yes, It must be. Ex-
cuse my surprise. Your Aunt
Mary has lived , with me
for some time; but IL had
entirely overlooked her last name, and
thought-yes, remember she is Mary
White. lsyour aunt expecting you?"
The girls voice trembled.
Not so soon. l had written her that
l should come, but not by this steamer. -
What, are you from EnglandP"
Yes, Mrs. Cabot"
"Well, l will speak to Mary"
"Wait, please, Mrs. Cabot. 1 am
sure there must be some mistake from
your manner. Let me 90 away again :"
and she turned with sudden resolution.
The driver was standing by his carriage
and watching the two ladies curiousiy.
The girl caught sight of his face, and
turned back. "Oh, l can't go. l have
no place TO go to-" .. .''...' .t
"You need not 90. Here, driver, bring
up the trunks, if you please;" and pres
emily the luggage was deposited in the
hall, and the door was closed. "Now
come into the parlor and tell me exactly
how it is, said Mrs. Cabot. "First, what
is your nameP" The question was not
unkind in its tone. 1t had something of
the re-assuring ease of its position in the
catechism.
"My name is Stella Greyson, and
Mrs. White is my aunt, as 1 said. " Miss
Greyson hesitated, but as Mrs. Cabot
did not ask the next question, she asked
it herself. Has my aunt never told of
her English familyPh
"No; l never asked her any thing
about her relations :"
Mrs. Greyson looked puzzled. "And
yet she has lived with you since her hus-
band died"
81 remember that she was widow,
but never talk over their affairs with
my-servants." Mrs. Cabot stopped o
moment before the word: she was talk
ing to the niece of her cook, but the
niece was plainly q lady, and a very
pretty lady too.
Miss Greyson colored violently.
"There must be some mistake, / am
convinced, she said, family; and then,
presently, "Mrs. Cabot, will you kindly
explain to me just what my aunt's-re-
lation to you isP"
"Why, told you she lived with me.
l thought you understood it; she is my
cook. always thought her much above
her station. am sure," she went on,
rapidly, as she saw the changing color
in Miss Greyson's face, "nothing could
be more proper every way than your
aunt's position. She came to me, re-
member, without ever having lived out
anywhere before, but understood per-
fectly her situation. Her husband had
died, and she had no means of support.
She was used to housekeeping, and pre-
fa,.,.o1 NIa hn,,,n IS
to any less domestic means of support.
She has been with me now a year, and
we have got along admirably. I give
up every thing almost to her. Indeed,
she is really housekeeper, and think 1
really ought to call her so, but"
"But whatP" asked Miss Greyson,
who had had time to regain her COM
posure, and now looked determined to
hear the worst. ASHa
"But-oh, only she isn't; she is
cook" said Mrs. Cabot, with helpless
candor. "That's all 1 had really
nothing whatever against her. have
the greatest respect in the world for
her." Mrs Cabot was trying again TO
set up the figure which Miss Greyson's
face had helped her to construct, and
which had suddenly fallen over. That
young lady, however, seemed to have
recovered her equanimity.
al am extremely sorry, Mrs. Cabot,r
she began, sat this most awkward state
of things. My aunt is not at all to
blame. She did not know was coming.
1t was entirely my own misunderstand-
ing; but l must take advantage Of your
good-nature to let me pass the might, for
| am an entire stranger to the city. You
will pardon me, am sureP" and she
looked at Mrs. Cabot with a pretty be-
seechingness,
~"Why, of course, of course, Miss
Greyson. Stay as long as you like. Now
shall l call Mary-l mean Mrs. White,
your auntPn
'tPleass let me go to her alone."
"Certainly, certainly. But perhaps
you would rather not see her in the
kitchen. There are some men there
who are looking after the supper. You
see, l have a little party tonight. /
think l heard some one come just now.
So you'll excuse me if l don't ask your
aunt to come herep You might go into
the dining room-but no, they are set
ting the table now. I'll tell you how
Wen arrange it. Just come into the
hall, and sit there while l have your
trunks carried up stairs It's lucky the
men are here. I'll coax them to do it,
and then I'll send your aunt to see you
in your room. That will be the easiest"
Mrs. Cabot smiled with pleasure at her
management, and led Miss Greyson
out of the drawing-room. "Oh," she
said, suddenly, "won't you just turn
up the gas while l speak to the men for
some one will be coming in Immediate