The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1880-11-27

Stella, you will do no such thing
But why not, Aunt Mary? What
else can | show proper gratitude to Mrs.
Cabot? She takes me in, and she can't
sure don't want to sit up here, poking.
and you don't want me in the Kitchen
Mrs. White WINGED at the last word. The
girl went on. nimbly turning over her
wardrobe. Her face was turned away,
and she kept it away as she continued:
II can guess how it is, though 1 knew
nothing before. You had nothing to de-
pend upon when he died. and you were
too proud to come back. and you thought
we were too proud to wish to think Of
our dear Aunt Mary as cock. and so you
kept back the worst. and let us think of
YOU as sort Of companion to Mrs. Cabot.
And had an opportunity to go out to
Henry. but he could not come from
Chicago, so mother thought would best
go right to you for day or two until
Nou Ctul't liC VII. IL oil paul
isn't it?'' and she turned about now
with the tears just dmming her eyes.
Yes. you have spoken truly; and Mrs
Cabot is a good woman. But. Stella.
shall the daughter of the rector of Ever
ingham act as ladv's maid p
For one night only-positively her
only engagement.
Mrs. White sighed. 81 can not say
any thing" she said.
"You do not need to say any thing"
said the girl, gayly. You needn't tell
Mrs. Cabot I'm lady. Let her find it
out for herself. if she can. have ever
SO much family news to tell. bur you
really must not keep me waiting. am
sure the people are beginning to come.
What delicious introduction to Ameri-
can society! I shall see it on the wrong
side first. Mrs. Cabot moves in the first
circles? There are first circles in-l!ar-'
lem, is it? What funny name! Was
it settled by the Dutch' Is there little
organ here?
Yes, Mrs. Cabet is lady, Stella.
Her friends chiefly live in New York.
and not in Harlem
"Oh. they come from New York. do
they? Well. I'm safe. only know one
New Yorker. The chances are as one
to-what' $ the population of New York p
A knock came at the door.
Mrs. Cabot is sorry to interrupt you,
Mary, but she needs you"
"rll come at once Ellen. Oh. Stella,
do stay here. I'm troubled. I'll explain
every thing to Mrs. Cabot"
"Not a word to Mrs. Cabot. Lead on;
I'll follow"
Mrs. White returned to her own quar-
tiers, and the girl made her way to the
room where the ladies had already begun
to lay aside their wraps. She needed no
instruction. Much practice upon elder
sisters had made her proficient. and she
fitted about the room. giving def touches
to the toilets of the ladies. and receiving
most condescending thanks.
What is your name. my good girl %
asked one portly lady, who had come in
all askew, and for the first time in her
life really looked dressed, as she prepared
to so down.
"Stella, madam and she dropped
courtesy.
Il shall tell Mrs. Cabot she has a treas
ure. said the dame. as she moved away.
with an inward resolve to get that treas
ure into her own possession as soon as
possible.
The girl dropped her eyes meekly, and
concealed smile. There for was mo-
ment no one left in the room. and she
stepped to the doorway to get peep at
the staircase and the company. Her feet
tapped impatiently as she heard the sound
of a violin. A little twinge of regret at
her situation seized her. She turned to
go back into the room. for other ladies
were coming up the staircase. At that
moment she encountered gentleman
issuing from the room adjoining. She
turned her head quickly, but not quickly
enough.
"Ah! Miss Greyson. So soon, you see
Is not this like witticism ?-the unfore-
seen. you know, is what always happens.
Who would have dreamed that should
find Mrs. Cabot's card for me when
reached home %
II did not expect to meet you here,
Mr.. Winslow. Pray excuse me now"
and she darted off.
81 am afraid young Winslow has come
home with foreign manners. whispered
Mrs. Talbot to her husband as they passed
down the staircase. "You saw him
speak to that pretty maid of Mrs. Cab
OTIS. You didn't see that her face was
on fire when she came into the dressing
room"
mighty pretty girl, said Mr.. Talbot,
briefly.
Mr.. Edward Winslow fingered about
the door, but finally, much perplexed,
went down stairs. and presented himself
to Mrs Cabot.
II am truly delighted to see you, Mr..
Winslow, and only sorry that your charm
ing mother could not come. l call it a
proof Of glorious future for the repub-
lie, Mr.. Talbot, when our young gentle
men come home from Europe and imme-
diately offer themselves up to society"
Very"
"You came this very afternoon, Mr..
Winslow, think you said ?"
"Yes, by the Polynesia. If am not
mistaken, l had the pleasure and the
honor of making the acquaintance of
your niece, Mrs. Cabot"
my niece? Not Serena Garland, at
Dresden ?"
"Oh no, mean on the voyage. That
is always the last thing in my mind. OF
course. mean Miss Stella Greyson."
Good heavens, Mr.. Winslow. This
is more mysterious than ever. l don't
like the looks of it at all.
g But is not Miss Greyson your niece"
"My niece? No. Did she say she vase
"Why, yes. She certainly said she
to spend the night at her aunt's
and she gave me your address. did not
for moment recognize the name of one
of my mothers friends. whose acquaint-
ance she had made during my absence
Mrs Cabot looked serious. Still"
tho snid as if To herself ct rnitht he q "