Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1881-09-29
THE. NEW GIRL.

sion of insanity on his countenance-
Kate Meredith dropped both hands
dcspairingly at he. sides
Charles = she exclaimed, "you
don't mean to say that you haye
forgotten already?'
my DEAR said Mr.. Meredith,
fumbling in the depth of his over-
coat pocket for missing glove, L
have not forgotten, but [ don't ex-
actly remember
'The OYSTERS suggested his wife:
oh, yes the oysters, said Mer-'
edith.
sAnd the two ounces of double
zephyr
Exactly
'And the depot hack to be wait
ing at 3 o'clock for your cousin
from Philadelphia
Mr.. Meredith slapped his hands
on the table.
'She is coming to-day, I declare
to goodness = he calculated.
And a dozen Havana oranges
for dessert, and two pounds of
white grapes, and some Of those de-
licious little Naples biscuits-oh,
and let them send up girl from
St. Ciair's.'
A-which p
"a girl, you goose. For gener-
al homework. Phebe went home
this morning with a faceache, and
[ can't be LETT alone with company
coming and all. Mind she's a good
cook and understands waiting at
table,
And Mr.. Meredith rushed off to
catch the $50 express, with kali
,eidoscopic confusion Of grapes,
zephyr wool, depot hacks, oysters
and servantmaids careering through
his brain, which BODIED i! fer Mrs.
Mereditl's domestic plans.
While that lady, clasping both
hhsads over her head in a sort Of
tragic despair, rushed down into
the kitchen, where very good
looking young man of % or % was
on his knees in front of a range,
irving to coax a most unwilling
I fire to burn.
Well 2 said lie.
Tom cried she, HISTORICALLY,
can yo,. make a lobster salad p
Like hook k said Tom.
And coffee0
i learned IN Paris
Good. And | can make but
termilk biscuit, and between us we
can get up a decent lunch for a
young lady from Philadelphia, AS
for dinner
sWell2' again remarked the
young man With tie SCOT bespang>
led nose.
| Providence must provide,
sighed the matron.
There's an old chintz-colored
rooster in the barnyard. If l could
catch. him I'd have a chicken
stew
tom, did you ever make a
chicken stewp
No
'Then You do not know what you
are talking about said the lady
with some asperity.
Yes l do, too. Onions, potatoes
celery, pearl barley, with a pinef
of salt
Nonsense interrupted Mrs
Meredith SO pick that lobste,
out of its shell and leave off ro-
mancing. You are a deal better
at poetry and newspaper sketches
than yon are in the kitchen though
to be sure, with twinge of conso
lenee. goodness knows what
should do without you just at thi
particular emergency; you dear olt
darling
The lobster was only half pick
i ed out of the shell. the buttermill
f biscuit was still unmixed, and Mrs
Meredith, with pocket handker
chief tied around her pretty bro
hair, was dusting the little draw
ing room, when there came rim
at the door-bell. She put the pei
turbed head out of the window l
a most unceremonious manner.
{, who is there?' she demande
in high contralto.
Does Mrs. Meredith live here
y retorted woman's voice. And {
the same moment the young ma
.s trou caught sight of neat blac
= leather bag, black alpaca dre
and shawl Of the plainest Higl
r. land plaid.
" Its the new girl. thank Prov
dence 2 said Mrs. Meredith. as sl
Y ran down the stairs, thanking hor
ne est Charlie in her heart for his III
&c &c expected promptitude.
e. e. 'Come in said she, opening fl
> door wide, | am SO glad that "
"a are punctual, my good gill. Fro
the Clair's Intelligence Bureau,
suppose. No, don't take off yo
~ 3. things up here /; the servants roo
es is down stairs; you may as W
nd come directly down to the kite.
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