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

Mary. My travelling dress is not exactly
suitable. am to assist the ladies. What
larksi"
"Stella, you will do no such thing"
"But why not, Aunt MaryP How else
can show proper gratitude to Mrs. Ca
botp She takes me in, and she can't
ask me into her drawing-rooo, and I'm
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 con-
tinued: "I can guess how IL is, though
knew nothing before. You had moth
ing to depend 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 cook,
and so you kept back the worst, and let
us think of you as q sort of companion
to Mrs. Cabot. And had an oppor-
tunity to go out to Henry, but l could
not come from Chicago, so mother
thought would best go right to you for
day or two until you could send me
on. It's all plain, isn't itp' and she
turned about now, with the tears just
dimming her eyes.
"Yes, you have spoken truly, and
Mrs. Cabot is a good woman. But,
Stella, shalf the daughter of the Rector
of Everingham act as lady's-maidP"
"For one night only-positively her
only engagement"
Mrs. White sighed. 81 can not say
anything" she said.
You do not need to say anything"
said the girl, gayly. Yon needn't tell
Mrs. Cabot I'm a lady. Let her find 1t
out for herself, If she can. have ever
so much family news to tell, but you
really must not keep me waiting. arr
sure the people are beginning to come.
What delicious introduction to Ameri-
can society! l shall see it on the wrong
side first. Mrs. Cabot moves in the first
circlesP There are first circles in-Har-
lem, is itP What funny name! Was
it settled by the Dutchp Is there a little
organ herep"
"Yes, Mrs. Cabot is lady, Stella.
Her friends chiefly live in New York,
and not in Harlem"
"Oh, they come from New York, do
theyp Well, I'm safe. only know one
New Yorker. The chances are as one to
what's the population of New Yorkp'
A knock came at the door. Et
"Mrs. Cabot is sorry to interrupt you,
Mary, but she needs you." ~
"I'Il come at once, Ellen. Oh,
Stella, do stay here. Pm troubled. I'll
explain everything to Mrs. Cabot"
Not word to Mrs. Cabot. Lead
on; I'll follow"
Mrs. White returned to her own quar-
tn~ a,,l tl,a ,rl hn,. To ba
room where the ladies had already be-
gun to lay aside their wraps. She needed
no instruction. Much practice upon ell
der sisters had made her proficient, and
she fitted about the room, giving deft
touches to the toilets of the ladies, and
receiving most condescending thanks.
"What is your name, my good girlp"
asked one portly lady, who had come in
all askew, and for the first time in her
life really looked dressed, as she pre-
pared to go down.
"Stella, madam" and she dropped a
courtesy.
al shall tell Mrs. Cabot she has a
treasure" +" said the dame, as she moved
away, with an inward resolve to get
that treasure into her own possession as
soon as possible.
The girl dropped her eyes meekly,
and concealed smile. There was for
moment 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 violin. A little twinge of re-
gret at her situation seized her. She
turned to go back into the room, for
other ladies were coming up the stair
case. At that moment she encountered
q gentleman issuing from the room adj
joining. She turned her head quickly,
but not quickly enough.
"Ah! Miss Greyson. So soon, you
see. Is not this like witticism p-the
unforeseen, you know, is what always
happens. Who would have dreamed
that should find Mrs. Cabot's card for
me when 1 reached homer"
81 did not expect to meet you here,
Mr.. Winslow. Pray excuse me now,''
and she darted off.
az 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. Cabot's. You didn't see
that her face was on fire when she came
into the dressing-room."
"Mighty pretty GIRL" said Mr.. Tai
bot, briefly.
Mr.. Edward Winslow fingered about
the door, but finally, much perplexed
went down stairs, and presented himself
to Mrs. Cabot.
az am truly delighted to see you, Mr.
Winslow, and only sorrow that youl
charming mother could not come
1 call it proof of "a gloriou.
future for the republic, Mr.. Talbot
when our young gentlemen come home
from Europe and Immediately offel
themselves up to Society"
"Very."
"You came this very afternoon, Mr.
Winslow, think you saidp"
"Yes, by the Polynesia. If am MOI
mistaken 1 had the pleasure and the
honor of making the acquaintance Of
your niece, Mrs. Cabot"
"My nieceP Not Serena Garland, al
Dresdenp''
I" Oh no, mean on the voyage. Tha
is always the last thing in my mind, o.
course. i mean Miss Stella Greyson.' ,
"Good heavens, Mr.. Winslow! Thi.
is more mysterious than ever. / dom
like the looks of it at ALL"
"But is not Miss Greyson your niecer
"My nieceP No. Did she say she
wasp'f 1i 'ih ri'
"Why, yes. She certainly said sht
expected to spend the night at hel
aunt's, and she gave me your address
l did not for the moment recognize thu
name of one of my mothers friends
whose acquaintance she had made dur
ing my absence"
Mrs. Cabot looked serious. "Still,
she said, as if to herself, sit might b'
explained"
"Explain it to me, then, please,
said Mr.. Winslow. "I am sure ther,
can be nothing Miss Greyson is tn,
daughter of an English clergyman, ant
was certainly the most charming lady oil
the steamer. She was the life of tn
little party into which / managed to in
gratiate myself"