The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1881-09-14
THE NEW GIRL,
: q Now, Charley you'll be sure 10 remen.

Aa.nuo ~ ucspaHIHgly at her sides.
onarles, she exclaimed, s.you don't mea
" say lhat you have forgotten already -
My dear, said bIr. Meredith. tnmhlin
III the depth Of his overcoat pocket for . mis mis-
sing glove, I have not forgotten, but don
exactly remember.
Inc oysters, suggested his wife.
Oh, yes, the oysters" said Meredith
q a no the two ounces OF double ZEPHYR"
Exactly"
And the depot hack to be waiting at
o'clock for your cousin from PailadelDhia," )"
hir. Meredith slapped lis hands on til,
table. ''ohe is coming to-day, I declare tc
goodness - he CALCULATED.
Il And dozen Havana oranges for desert.
ana two pounds Of white grapes, and some
of those delicious little Naples biscuit-oh
anu Jet them send up. q girl from st. Clair's.
s'A-which ?'
"a girl, you. goose. For general house
work Phoebe went home this morning
With faeeache, and | Can't be left alone
with company coming and all. Mind she's
good cook and understands waiting at ia
i ble''
!. And Mr.. Meredith rushed off to catch the
0:3O express, with Kaleidoscope confusion
of grapes, zepyhr wool, depot hacks, oysters
and servant maids cAreering through His
brain, which bodied i'll for Mrs. Meredithss
| domestic plans.
While the lady, claspiDg. both hands over
| hef head 70 10 sort Of tragic dispar, rushed
down into the kitchen, where L very good
looking young man Of 90 or % was on his
knees IN front OF range, trying to coax a
most unwilling fire to burn.
"Well?' said he.
tom, ! cried she, hysteEically, ''can you
make lobster salad ?'
Like a book. said Tom
ssAnd coffee4?'
II learned in Paris"
Good And | can make buttermilk bis
cult--and between US we can get up decent
lunch for q young lady from Philadelphia
AS for dinner
SNeli?' again remarked the YOU lg man
With the soot-spangled nose
providence must provide sighed the
matren
There's an old chintz colored rooster in
the barnyard Il could catch him I'd have
chicken stew"
tom, did you ever make chicken
stew r.
s.No"
..Then you do not know what you are say
ing, said the lady with some asperity.
Yes do, too. Onions, patatoes, celery,
pearl barley, with pinch Of salt"
Nonsense. intuss. upteG1 MIS- Meredith
TO pick chat lobster out of its shell, and
leave off romancing. You are deal better
at poetry and newspaper sketches than you
are 10 the kitchen; though to be sure, with
: tWinge OF conscience; goodness knows
what | should do without you just at this
particular emergency, you dear old darling
Ihe lobster was only half picked out of .
ne shell, the buttermik biscuit was still un-
mixed, and Mrs. Meredith, with pocket ,
handkerchief tied around her pretty brown
lair, was dusting the little drawing-room,
here came ring at the door bell. She put :
he perturbed head out of the window in a :
most unceremonous manner :
''WhO is there?" she demanded in high =
ontralto
'Does Mrs Meredith live here?' retorted
Woman's voice. And at the same moment
he young matron caught sight Of a neat !,
lack leather bag, q black alpaca dress, and J J
shawl of the plainest Highland plaid. y
Its the new girl, thank Providence 2" :
aid Mrs. Meredith, as she ran down the =
Eairs, thanking honest Charley in her heart Z
Or bis unexpected promtitude. : :
: Come in,'' said she, opening the door :, y
'ide, Il am so glad that you are punctuaI !, !,
~ good girl. From the Glars intelligence :; );
ureau, suppose No, don't take off your st st
aings up here; the servants room is down -
%cao We'll #GOllS uliECtly uOWU fo
the Kitchen" "a 10
She led the way down, followed by the W. tn
ew girl, whose countenance bore a rather ~
expression
What is your name?' she asked, patron
'tMy name? Oh, its Martha, replied the
ranger, in confusion tr'
'Martha p critically repeated Mrs. Mere 81
To. what an ugly name! / think | III
all call you Pattie. Have you good refer an an
III believe So M
Il think" said Mrs Meredith, surveying tn
r from top to toe, you are little over IS
essed for your situation; but Of course Won ro
We palmer clothes when it comes?'' OF
The stranger lifted pair of blue eyes to TIL
9 tall form girdled around with towel, ms
10 was vigorously wrestling with the claws ne
a stupendous lobster at the ta@le beyond In
do you keep man cook z" asked the ag
Mrs. Meredith drew herself up Ger hlI
My not. This is my brother, Mr. SelWyn. Du
70 is kindly assisting me TO make a salad = az
But he is not doing it rigAs. He will ar
yer get the meat out Of the shell in that l@of
y. Let me show you. Mr.. Selwyn." COZ
And with deft fingers she loosened the pre-
lite fibre from the shell in a manner that nnf
Qe Ilr. ceIWyn cry 'DraVO! ~
And now, Pattie, will show you where pee
ngs are, and leave you to get as nice q mo
ch as you can, for at $50 o'clock we. are
oecting my husbands cousin from Phila-
phia. ! want everything in perfect
eT.
i will finish that salad" said Tom, who is $
been secretly watching that pretty face eng
trim figure of the new domestic; snow tots
/ have commenced it, But YOU need
look pertnrbed, Pattie if that is your
ae. Twill be careful not to get in your
I. And you ask my sister if | am not a
dy sort of q fellow around the.kitchen." hal,
late sheok her head surreptitiously at stor
9 behind the screen, but he resolntely af- hal,
ed not TO perceive the warning gesture .sI
[alf an hour afterWard he came to the resf
HneIe Mfs. MeIedllh was ar Whe
ging herbest lilac and gold china 5
Kate, she's jewel; . gem Of the FIRST
er. Depend upon it, she has not always
ked ia kitchen. quoted Shakespeare, i
op0s Of something or other and she rec ofte
lied the grand alG, words at once-her said
frightened, and you should have seen had,
color come into her cheeks y Of
Quoted shakspeaT to a common kitchen dog
]! cried Mrs. Meredith in amaaeflent. vine
But told you she is not q common
hen girl.
don't believe ii high life below stairs, .s5
bis sister disdalnfully. A