The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1881-09-01
THE NEW GIRL.

"Now, Charlie, you'll be sure to re-
member"
''To remember WHAT" said Mr.. Mere
dith, with hopeless expression of in-
sanity on his countenance. Kate Mere
dith dropped both hands despairingly at
her sides.
"Charles!" she exclaimed, ''you don't
mean to say that you have forgotten al
readyl"
Only dear, said Mr.. Meredith, fumb-
ling in the depth of his overcoat pocket
for missing glove, 81 have not forgot
ten, but don't exactly remember"
''The oysters" suggested his wife.
ooh, yes; the oysters" said Meredith.
"And the two cunces ofdouble zephyr" "
Exactly"
'And the depot hack to be waiting at
o'clock for your cousin from Philadel-
phia"
| Mr.. Meredith slapped his hands on the
table. "She is coming to day, L declare
to goodness he calculated.
"And dozen Havana oranges for des
sert, ard some of those delicious little
Naples biscuit-oh, and let them send up
a girl from st. Chairs"
"A-which?'
GA girl, you goose. For general
housework. Phebe went home this morn
ing with a faceache, and / can't be left
alone with company coming and all. Mind
she's a good cook and understands wait
ing on table"
And Mr.. Meredith rushed off to catch
the 9:20 express, with a kaleidoscope con-
fusion of grapes, zephyr wool, depot
hacks, oysters, and servant-maids career
ing through his brain, which boded i'll
for Mr.. Meredith's domestic plans.
While that lady. clasping both hands
over her head in sort of tragic despair,
lrushed down into the kitchen, where a
very good-looking young man of % or %
was Oh his knees in front of range, try
ing to coaz a most UNIV Hing fire to burn.
"Well!" said he.
"Tom," cried she Historically, "can
you make lobster salad?"
''Like a book, said Tom.
'And coffee?"
81 learned in Paris"
Good. And [ can make buttermilk
biscuit-and between US we can get up
n decent lunch for a young lady from
Philadelphia. As for dinner"
"Weu9" again remarked the young
man with the sootbespangled-nose.
providence must provide" sighed
the matron.
"Ihere's an old chintz, ,colored rooster
in the barnyard. If I could catch him
I'd have chicken stew"
''Fona, did you over hear of chicken
stew"
''No."
"Then you do not know what you are
talking about said the lady with some
asperity.
Yes l do, too. Onions, potatoes, cell
cry, pearl barley, with pinch Of salt"
Nonsense" interrupted Mrs. Mere
dith. 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 twing of con-
science, goodness knows what I 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 unmiZed, and Mrs. Meredith, With
pocket handkerchief tied around her
pretty brown hair, was dusting the little
drawing room, when there came a ring at
the door bell, She put the perturbed
head out of the window in most uncer-
monious way.
"Who is thero?" she demanded in a
high oontralto.
"Doas Mrs. Meredith live here?" re-
torteG woman's voice; and at the same
moment the young matron caught sight
of a neat black leather bag, black al
paca dress and a shawl OF the pIainest
Highland plaid.
''It's the new girl, thank Progidence!"
sid Mrs. Meredith, rs she ran down the
stairs, thanking honest Charlie in her
heart for his unexpected promptitude.
'Come ii" she said, opening the door
wide, Il am so glad that you are pune
tual, my good girl. From the Clair's
Intelligence Bureau, l suppose. No,
don't take of youl things up here; the
servants room is down stairs. You may
as we'll come directly down to the kitch-
en-"
She led the way down, followed by the
new. girl whose countenance bore a rath-
er bewildered expression.
"What is your name?" she asked, pat
ronizingly.
"My name7 Oh, it's Marth," replied
the stranger in confusion.
"Martha?' critically repeated Mrs.
Meredith. "What an ugly name I think