The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1881-05-17
Selfrf Stury.
THE NEW GIRL.

'Now, charlie, youH De sure 10 re-
member 2"
ITO remember what ?" said Mr.. Mer-
edith with hopeless expression Of TO-
sanity on his countenance. Kate Mere
dith dropped both hands despairingly at
her sides.
.Charles!" she exclaimed, "you don't
mean that you have forgotten already"
"My DEAR" said Mr. Meredith fum-
bling 10 the depth of his overcoat pocket
for 9 missing glove, 81 may not have
forgotten, but l don't exactly remem-
ber.'s
"The oystersw suggested his wife.
"Oh, yes; the OYSTERS" said Meredith
"And the two ounces of double
zephyr scarlet wool"
"And the depot hack to be waiting at
two o'clock for your cousin from Phila.
delphia." -
Mr.. Meredith elapped one hand on
the table. "She ls coming to-day; de-
clare to goodness !" he calculated.
"And q dozen Havana oranges for
dessert, and two pounds of white grapes
and some Of those delicious little Naples
biscuits and macaroons-oh, and let
them send up girl from St. Clsir's."
"A-which ?"
"a girl, you goose. For general
housework. Phebe went home this
morning with face ache, and I can't be
left alone witk company 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 con-
fusion of grapes, zephyr wool, depot
hacks, oysters and serving maids career
ing through bis brain, which BODIED i'll
for Mrs. Meredith's domestic plans.
While that lady, clasping both hands
over her head in q sort OF trsgic despair,
rushed down into the kitchen, where q
very good-looking young man Of two
or three and twenty wss on his knees,
in front OF the range trying 10 coax q
most unwilling FIRE to burn. ea
"WelI7" said he.
"Tom," cried she, hysterically, "cau
you make lobster salad ?"
Like o book" said Tom. @
"And coffee 2" s4
81 learned in Paris"
aGood. And can make butter-milt
biscuit-and bet ween rs, We can get uE
decent lunch for young lady from
Philadelphia. As for dinner"
"Well3". again remarked the youn!
man with the soot.bespangled nose.
"Providence must PROVIDE sighet
the matron. .a
"There's an old chintz colored rooste
| in the barnyard. If l could catch hin
I'd have q chicken stew"
"Tom, did you ever make = chicke
stew ?"
"No." "olsss
"Tben you do not know what yo
| are talking about" said the lady, wit
some asperity.
"Yes l do too. Onions. potatoes
celery, pearl barley with pinch c
. salt" @.
"Nonsense!" interposed Mrs. Mere
| UItu. OO piCh SuO lOuotCt Ous Vi u
she'll, and leave off y1romsncing. Yo
are adeal better at poetry and! news
paper sketches than you are in th
kitchen though, to be sure," with
twinge Of conscience, goodness know
what ! should do without you just 9
this particular emergency, you dear oil
darling"
The lobster was only half picked ou
of its shell, the bu.termilk biscuit wa
still uumixed, and Mrs. Meredith, wit
pocket handkerchief tied around be
pretty brown hair, was dusting the littl
drawing room, when there came a rim
at the door bell. She put the perturbe
head out of the window in most ur
ceremonious manner.
."Who is there :" she demanded in
| high contralto.
. sDoes Mrs. Meredith live here ?" n
torted q woman's voice. And at th
same instant the young matron caugf
sight of a neat black leather bag, a blac
;. alpaca dress and shawl OF the PLANES
Highland plaid.
s'It's the new girl, thank Providence
said Mrs. Meredith, as she ran down til
stairs, thanking honest Charlie in b,