The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1882-08-31
Vol. XVII.

apron and stepped back with B
Sigh OF relief.
Rachel looked perplexed. She
had come there not to enact the
role of kitchen maid, but to visit
Miss CALHOUN, to sit in her draw
iug.room and enjoy the copversa-
tion Of her guests, and she did
not exactly relish tLis summary
dismissal TO the kitchen.
There is soup stock, went on
Miss Alice, and E salad, and u
delicate piece OF halibuL and with
The fowls roasted and piece Of
pie or pudding or something
which | dare say you can make,
We shall do very nicely. I'm
particularly anxious about the
dinner because We are to have
company. You'll excuse me now,
because | have to dress
And away tripped Miss Alice,
selfish and smiling as ever was
Queen Cleopatra's self
Poor Rachel! She stood 4 min
ute in the hot kitchen, The tesrs
springing to. her eyes, a paDg Of
disappointment at her heart. Sue
| knew all about it. Harold Har-
oldson and Mr.. Dallas were to
dine there that day, and she-she
was TO be cook, waitress, maid of
all-work-what siguiied it what
she called herself? She remem-
oered what grandma had said,
and for once in her life gave that
venerable lady credit for discrim:
instion.
There was no help for it, how
ever. She tied on the bib apron,
tucked the curis back of her ears
and went to work to prepare the
chickens for the roasting pan,
now and then pausing to brush
away the round, bright tears
which rolled down her cheeks.
These young ladies evidently
intended to make her useful. She
might have known that they did
beforehand. She could hear the
soft sound of Bell Calhonn's
guitar; the sweet, subdued tinkIe
OF A'ice's laughter; the deep,
monotonous undercurrent Of gen.
tlemen's voices; end then she
glanced down at her pretty mus.
lin dress and bows ofpink ribbon
and began to think that Miss
Calhoun had taken an unfair ad-
vantage of her.
If she could only have heard
| the rapid and energetic colloquy
which transpired between the
| Two sisters in their dressing.room
when first Alicia came upstairs
she would perhaps have better
comprehended the drift of things.
Good newsp Miss Calhoun
had cried, waving her scented
| pocket handkerchief in the air.
1--we got a girl in the kitcher!'
Nor said Miss Bell, a fair. haired
cream-complexioned damsel, with
pale blue eyes and a perpetual
smile.
Rachel Ramsay nodded Alice,
Come up here in her best bib and
tucker to spend the day. Of
course I confscated her at once
The bold, pushing thing! said
Bell, with a disdainful gesture.
She's deal too pretty to bring
into the drawing-room for Harold
| son and Armine Dallas to firt
WITH added Miss Alice, know
ingly. and don't see any way
that l could have avoided it if it
hadn't been for those lucky
chickens aud Bridget's fortunate
it of temper. Make haste now.
They'll be here in q minute. And
| know little Rachel is q first, class
cook for I've been there to tea
So the young ladies Of the
Tower were enjoying the feast of
I reason and the. flow of soul in
their cool drawing.room, with
books, new-gathered roses and
blue ribboned guitars, while poor
Rachel Ramsay was broliing in
the kitchen over peach.,arts and
NeapoIitan creams.
She had not forgotten her dis
appointment; but, artist-llke, she
had thrown herself into her occu-
patton with engrossing interest,
and she was stirring the creams
with a quick, energetic hand,
when a step crossed the thres-
hold.
Here are some fresh trout,
! - .,,.S.;.o ,