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

I nave asked II of you" " But n was
very proper Of her 10 PROPOSE" said
Mrs. Cabot 10 herself ~ she went down
TO send 10 her niece.
"Thore Is some one who would like
10 see you, Mary" Mrs. Cabot said as
she entered the kitchen. 4" You will
find her In the little room next 10
| yours"
"To see mel' The cook, usually 20
seli-possessed, was thrown into great
agitation. Cup stairspn
" Yes; l could not ask her into the
kitchen very we'll, ," whispered the mis-
tress. But go up-go irst as you are,"
and Mrs. Cabot foHnd it difficult 10 con
ceal her own lively interest. The cook
did 20 at once, with trepidation, but
with reinsurance, after Mrs. Cabot's
words.
"Stella Greysoni" she exclaimed as
she entered the room.
:" Aunt Maryl"
"What does this moanpn
T" That Is what want 10 know. am
covered with confession"
"Stella, do you know that am cook
cook hereP"
"The awful fact has just been divulged
to me. / believe am lady's-maid, too. ;"
| y w Nnhtl'H
"Help me unpack my boxes, Aunt
Mary. My travelling dress is not exactly
suitable. l am to assist the ladies. What
larksi"
"Stella, you will do no such thing"
=" But why not, Aunt MsryP How else
can show proper gratitude TO Mrs. Ca
botP She takes me in, and she can't
ask me into her drawing-room, 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 it 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 a sort of companion
to Mrs. Cabot. And l had an oppor-
tunity to 90 out to Henry, but / could
not come from Chicago, so mother
thought would best 60 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, shall the daughter of the Rector
of Everingham act as a lady y's-maidP"
"For one night only-positively her
only engagement"
Mrs. White sighed. "I can not say
anything" she said.
You do not need to say anything"
said the girl, gayly. You needn't tell
Mrs. Cabot I'm a lady. Let her find It
out for herself, if she can. l have ever
so much family news to tell, but you
really must not keep me waiting. I am
sure the people are beginning to come.
What delicious introduction to Ameri-
can society! 1 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 namel Was
it settled by the DutchP Is there little
organ hereP"
ayes, 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 York;"
A knock came at the door. Il
"Mrs. Cabot is sorry to interrupt you,
Mary, but she needs YOU"
"I'u come at once, Ellen. Oh,
Stella, do stay here. I'm troubled. III
explain everything to Mrs. Cabot" 4
"Not word to Mrs. Cabot. Lead
on; I'll follow"
Mrs. White returned to her own quar-
ters, and the girl made her way to the
room where the ladies had already be-
gun 70 lay aside theirwraps. She needed
no instruction. Much practice upon ell
def 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.
"Whatis your name, my good girl P'
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.
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
a 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
gentleman issuing from the room ad-
joining. She turned her head quickly,
but not quickly enough.
"Ah! Miss Greyson. So soon, you
see. Is not this like a witticism mP-the
unforeseen, you know, is what always
happens. Who would have dreamed |
that l should find Mrs. Cabot's card for |
me when reached homeP"
al did not expect TO meet you here, |
Mr.. Winslow. Pray excuse me now,"
and she darted off. nr. .4mus t..l
al am afraid young Winslow has |
come home with foreign manners, y |
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. 3. l.. ,..I,.D.U. .u. .-rI
Mr.. Edward Winslow fingered about
the door, but finally, much perplexed,
went down stairs, and presented himself
to Mrs. Cabot, ...... r...... l...l |
at an, truly daliobtad 70 600 ,,o,, NJ I