Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1880-12-17

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"This is 10. believe Mrs. Whites is
| let me see, one, two, three IL must be
o."
"But is that where Mrs. Cabot livesP"
"No; this is Mrs. Cabot's. am Mrs
Cabot"
"It is certainly very strange. have
always sent my letters to Mrs. White, in
care of Mrs. Cabot, 10 Fayette Street. :"
"This is 10 Fayette Street, and am
Mrs. Cabot. How extraordinary Stopl
DO you know what Mrs. Whites first
name lisp"
"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 had
entirely overlooked her last name, and
thought-yes, remember she is Mary
White. your aunt expecting you?n
The girls voice trembled. =
| mot so soon. l had written her that
l should come, but not by this steamer"
| "What, are you from EnglandP"
I" Yes, Mrs. Cabot"
| swell, will speak to Mary"
| "Wait, please, Mrs. Cabot. l am
sure there must be some mistake from
your manner. Let me go away again; )"
and she turned with sudden resolution.
The driver was standing by his carriage
and watching the two ladies curiously.
The girl caught sight of his face, and
turned back. ." Oh, can't go. Ihaye
no place to 60 to-"
"You need not go. Here, driver, bring
up the trunks, If you please" andpres-
emily the luggage was deposited in the
hall, and the door was closed. snow
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 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 familyP"
"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-scrvants." Mrs. Cabot stopped a
moment before the word: she was talk
ing to the niece of her cook, but the
niece was plainly a lady, and very
pretty lady too.
Miss Greyson colored violently.
"There must be some mistake, 1 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, 1 told you she lived with me.
1 thought you understood it; she is my
cook. l 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, l re-
member, without ever having lived out
anywhere before, but l understood per-
fectly her situation. Her husband had
died, and she had no means of support.
She was used to housekeeping, and pre-
ferred the home of a widow like myself
to any less domestic mears of support.
She has been with me now year, and
we have got along admirably. give
up every thing almost to her. Indeed,
she is really housekeeper, and think /
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.
But-oh, only she isn't; she is
cook" said Mrs. Cabot, with a helpless
candor. "That's all. l had really
nothing whatever against her. have
| ho in, hn tuNr11 20
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.
81 am extremely sorry, Mrs. Cabot"
she began, sat this most awkward state
of things. My aunt is not at all to
blam9. She did not know / was coming.
1t was entirely my own misunderstand-
ing; but must take advantage of your
good-nature to let me pass the night, for
/ am an entire stranger to the city. You
will pardon me, am surep" and she
looked at Mrs. Cabot with 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 auntP"
"Please 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, / have little party tonight. ]
think heard some ono come just now.
So you'll excuse me if 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
we'll 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 speak to the men fol-
some one will be coming in immediate
ly." So she gathered her skirts togeth.
er for an excursion to the kitchen, and
Miss Greyson, giving look at herself
in the mirror, which laughed suddenly
back at her, went round the room with
alacrity turning on the gas until the
chandeliers were wide-awake with bril-
liancy. She glanced at the door; it was
closed, and standing before the mirror
she made low courtesy to her pretty
figure, rising from the salute just il
time to turn demure face toward Mrs
Cabot.
"Now come, Miss Greyson, the coas
| sa nlnar Il ha o litlla tf
your aunt's which can let you have
while you stay"
"You are very, very kind, Mrs. Ca
bot. Now l want 20 ask another favol
of YOU. Let me 60 INTO the dressing
room and assist the ladies whe-. .hey
arrive"
"Will youp That would really b'
what l should like, but l never shoult
have asked it of you.' But it wa
, very proper of her to PROPOSE" sale
Mira Cahot to harself as she went dowI