The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1881-09-07
MISCELLANY.
THE NEW GIRL.

"Now, Charlie, you'll be sure to remem-
bef."
"To remember whatpn said Mr.. Mere
dith, with a hopeless expression of insanity on
his countenance. Kate Meredith dropped
both hands despairingly at her sides.
''Charles - she exclaimed, "you don't
mean to say that you have forgotten al
ready 20
"My DEAR" said Mr.. Meredith, fumbling
in the depths of his overcoat pocket for a
missing glove. g l may not have forgotten,
but don't exactly remember"
"The oysters, suggested his wife.
"Oh, yes, the OYSTERS" said Meredith.
6 And the two ounces of double zephyr"
" Exactly"
g And the depot hack to be waiting at two
O'Clock for your cousin from Philadelphia"
Mr.. Meredith slapped his hands on the
table. "She is coming to-day, declare to
goodness " he calculated.
"And a dozen Havana oranges for desert,
and two pounds of white grapes, and some
and let them send up girl from St. olair's."
A-which?"
"a girl, you goose. For general house
work. Phoebe went home this morning with
face-ache, and l can't be left alone with COM
pany coming and all. Mind she's good
cook and understands waiting at the table,
And Mr.. Meredith rushed off to catch the
$50 express, with kaleidoscope confusion
of grapes, zephyr wool, depot hacks,
oysters aud servant maids careering through
his brain, which BODIED i'll for Mrs Meredith S
domestic plans
While that lady, clasping both hands over
her head in a sort of tragic despair, rushed
down in the Kitchen where a very good look
ing young man of two or three and twenty,
was on his knees in front of the range, trying
to coax a most unwilling fire to burn.
"Well?" said he.
"Tom," cried she, Historically, can you
make lobster salad ?"
"Like book, said Tom.
"And coffee "
81 learned in Paris"
"Good. And can make buttermilk bis
cuit-and between us we can get up decent
lunch for young lady from Philadelphia. AS
for dinner
"Wcilp" again remarked the young man
with the soot-bespangled nose.
providence must provide" sighed the
matron.
"There's an old chintz-colored rooster in
the barnyard. If could catch him I'd have
chicken stew
"Tom, did you ever make chicken
stew"
"No."
"Then You do not know what you are talk
ing about, said the lady with some aspcrity
eyes, / do, too. Onions, potatoes, celery,
pearl barley, with pinch of salt" !.
Nonsense !" interrupted Mrs. Meredith.
"Go pick that lobster out of its shell, and
leave off romancing. You are a deal better at
poetry and newspaper sketches than you are
in the kitchen though, to be sure" with a
twinge of conscience, goodness knows what
l should do without you just at this particular
emergency you dear old darling"
The lobster was only half picked out Of the
shell, the buttermilk biscuit was still unmixed,
and Mrs. Meredith, with pocket handker-
chief tied around hef pretty brown hair was
busting the little drawing room, when there
came ring at the door bell, She put her
psrturbed head out of tho window in a most
unceremonious manner.
"Who is there !" she demanded in high
contralto.
docs Mrs. Meredith live here?" retorted
a woman's voice. Aud at the same instant
the young matron caught sight of a neat black
leather bag, black alpaca dress and shawl
of the plainest Highland plaid. $,
It's the new girl, thank Providence =
said Mrs. Meredith, as she ran down the stairs,
thanking honest Charlie in her heart for his
unexpected promptitude.
ssCome in, said she, opening the door
wide, " ! am so glad that you are punctual,
my good girl. From Clair's Intelligence
Bureau, suppose No, don't take off your
things up here the servants room is down
stairs You may as we'll come directly down
to the kitchen"
She led the way down, followed by the new
girl, whose countenance bore rather Devil
dered expression.
"What is your name2 f" she asked, patron
izingly.
g My nance Oh, it's Martha, replied the
stranger in confusion.
Martha2" critically repeated Mrs. Mere