The Baltimore County union., 1881-01-08

Quiet ndnu.
"Did you ask for me 2" she demand
ed superciliously.
The young lady bowed.
al have undertaken the agency of a
new publication, said she, hurriedly,
=" lanes Life Of Martha Washing
ton'-and should be happy to put down
your name as subscriber. The price
is"
spray don't trouble yourself to go
on" said Georgia, coldly. al never
subscribed to any such thing. And l
think it the height Of insolence for you
20 come here, pushing yourself into the
,presence Of your superiors on such a
pretext as this How do / know that
you are not one Of those sneak. thieves,
who make your way into peoples
houses in order to carry of their valua-
BILE parior ornaments9" 2"
The young lady had colored scarlet
at first and then grew deadly pale.
"Miss Jessaminc-" she said.
"rhat will do" tartly interposed the
naughty Georgia. al don't care about
entering into any discussion with you.
At all events, it is highly unfcminine to
60 about peddling things, like any COM
mon peanut woman And | beg you'll
not repeat il in this house.
She pointed imperiously to the open
door, and poor Amy Horton who,
among all the sights and snubs incident
to reduced means, had never yet receiv-
ed verbal castigation equal to this,
hurried from her presence with checks
aname and eyclids wet with unshed
tears.
"rherc !" said Miss Jessamine TO
herself, as she went up stairs again al
think I've paid her off for bringing me
away from my half.fnished breakfast.
As for you Fanny"-to the damsel in
the blue ribbon-"if you ever admit
such person as that again, | shall GER
tainly request Mrs. Dartley to discharge
you"
"Fanny tossed her head, and would
have made pert rejoinder, had she
dared, for there was not servant in the
Dartley household that liked Miss Jessa.
mine.
But it so chanced that Claude Dartly
himself, looking over the morning pa
pers, in the library, had heard the
whole interview, through the parlor door
that Georgia had neglected to close.
Involuntarily he rose and came for
ward resolved to do what in him lay for
the healing of the cruel wound inflicted
by Georgia Jessamine's unwomanly
words.
"Pardon me-" said he, "but may l
look at the publication you have for
sale ? am very deeply grieved that my
cousin should have treated you so rudely,
| and"
But as the glanced wistfully up in his
face, he started back, with and exclama-
tion OF surprise.
"Amy Horton Can it be possible ?"
al did not expect to see you here,
Mr.. Dartley," said the girl hurriedly.
T asked for the lady Of the house.
did not know who lived here"
"But Amy, don't understand this.
You-Gcncral March's niece and adopt
ed daughter-selling books for a liveli-
hood !"
"It does seem strange, don't it?'
said Amy, with faint smile. "But you
don't know all. Uncle March is dead, },
and all his property has gone to his Sc
cond wife. | was only a dependent,
aad 7 could not endure that sort Of life,
so / am striving to maintain myself.
came to New York because thought |
could do better here than in smaller
city, but-but l am almost discourag-
ed"
Claude Dartley took her hand and
gazed reproachfully into her face.
"Amy," said he, "why did you not
let me know when you were in trouble
Had you forgotten your old friendship?'
T thought had no right" she falt-
cred.
"No right, Amy3 Would you have
let yourself drift away from me forever
And Amy Horton hung down her
bright golden head and family murmur.
ed:
al don't know -
Mr.. Dartley was in the inner Office OF
the law chambers Of Messrs. Falkland,
Burgh & Co., that afternoon, when Miss
Jcssamine rustled in, with strong smell
Of :Jockey Club" and little tinkle oi
affected laughter.
Mr.. Burgh, the only representative ol
the aristocratic young firm, rose and
bowed low.
"Pray excuse our cigar smoke, Miss
Jessamine," said he.
"Oh, that's nothing" said Georgia,
taking the leather-covered chair that he
offered her. al am so glad that found
you in. l want to put your name down
for some tickets for Aunt Bella's charity
charades. Very private and select
Five dollars ticket. And ! shall ex-
pect you to take at least half dozen.
"Consider my limited means Mis-:
Jessamine !" pleaded the young lawyer,
with comical screwing up Of his eye
brows.
"Oh, you mnsfr' insisted Georgia,
relentlessly. "I've undertaken to sell
fifty; and l never 60 back from my wcrd.
Who's that in the inner Office Mr. Falk-
land 2 Whoever il is must give me q
round subscription"
She had just started up to 60 into the
other room, when her pur Pose was antic'
ipated by the appearance Of her cousin
Claude on the threshold.
"Oh. it's Claude 4" cried she radiant.