The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1881-05-26
THE NEW GIRL.

b he NEW NIALs
Now, Charlie, you'll be sure to re.
member?'
~Toremember what?" said Mr.. Mere
dith, with hopeless expression of in
sanity on his eountenance. Kate Mere
dith dropped both hands despairingly al
her sides.
''Charlesr' she exclaimed, s.you don't
mean that you have forgotten already?''
My dear said Mr.. Meredith fun
bling in the depth of his overcoat
pocket for missing glove, :" may not
have forgotten, but don't exactly re-
member.
1.-THE oysters.' suggested his wife.
"Oh, yes, the OYSTERS said Mere
dith
And the two ounces of double zephyr
! scarlet wool
Exactly"
"And the depot hack to be waiting at
two o'clock for your cousin from Phila-
delphia.''
Mr.. Meredith slapped one hand on the
table. ''She is coming to-day; declare
togoodness.' he calculated.
"And dozen Havana oranges for
dessert, and two pounds of white
grapes and some of those delicious little
Naples biscuits and macaroons-oh.
dndiet them send up a girl from ST.
Clair's"
"A-which?''
"A girl, you goose. For general
houseWork. Phebe went home this
morning with face-ache, and [ can't
he left alone with company coming and
all. Mind She S good cook and under
stands waiting at the table,"
And Mr. Meredith rushed off to catch
the $50 express, with kaleidoscope
confusion of grapes, zephyrwool, depot
naeks, oysters and serving maids career
ilg lgihreugh his brain, which BODIED i'll
Ior Mrs. Meredith's domestic plans.
While that lady, clasping both hands
over her head in a sort of tragic de-
spar rushed down into the Kitchen,
where very good looking young man
Oh two or three and twenty was on his
knees, IN front of the range trying to
easA most Ilnwil ling. fire to burn.
~s"sMell?n said he.
lom, cried she, Historically, "can
geumake "a lobster salad?a
Like a book said Tom.
And cotfee?'
"1dearnet in Paris.''
"Good. And [ can make butter
mix blscuit-and between us, we can
get up a decent lunch for a Young
lady from Philadelphia. AS for din
ner-''
Wen again remarked the young
man with the soot-bespanged nose.
,.s Providence must provide" sighed
fM raatron. se7S ae
lhere's an old chintz colored
rooster in the barnyard. If could
'a'ei. him | d have a chicken stew
.. iom, did you ever make chicken
NO.
hen you do not know what YOU
are talking about said the lady, with
some asperity. ~ e
>, les do too. Onions, potatoes,
sels seleFl, pearl barley, with a pinch of
an Nonsenser' interposed Mrs. Mere
S,'ll; sha1; 10 pick that lobster out of it's
sn sneil' ana leave off romancing You
~ adeal better. at poetry and news
PsSshetcnes than YOU are in the
ta' h,.sheh; though. to be sure" with
w inSG VI conscience, goodness knows
th.a na' should do without you just at
darling W >'''i ''N
he lobster was only half picked out
.sa;,l 's smell the buttermilk biscuit was
ahhiixec, and Mrs. Meredith, with
- apocket handkerchief tied around her
frsst ssto ofown hair, was dusting the little
a"ihg room, when there came ring
aasae haaa door bell. She put the perturbed
nneao<ouIsofg the window in most un-
sgseiemonlous y manner.
bs;ran 40 IS there?" she demanded in a
stlgh eentralto.
sts,Does So @ Mrs. Meredith live here?n re-
s0sss. q woman's voice. And at the
s;sh slant the young matron caught
n ola neat black leather bag, a
,,a.a a.A alpaca dress and a shawl of the
Piainest Highland plaid.
s.;a ,s ; the new girl, thank Providencer'
,Sn ta,u Mrs. Meredith, as she ran down
bs.sa.fs, thanking honest Charlie in her
ess.1 fof his unexpected promptitude.
als Soine M said she, opening the
s ns,,s NM, woe. $ | am so glad that you are
fsa;ssiai, fssiai, my good girl From the
: aI NJ ) 5 intelligence bureau, l suppose.
The ss aeh take off your things up here;
mo-, servants room is down stairs: YOU
kitshas ~ Wen ', come directly down to the