The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-07-22

she would perhaps have better compre-
hended the drift of things. .h f,g.. -y
Good newsr' Miss Calhoun had
cried, waving her scented pocket hand
kerchief in the air. ''Ive got girl in
the kitchen!'' iii u47
Nor. said Miss Bell, fair-haired,
cream-compleXioned damsel, with pale
blue eyes and a perpetual smile.
"Come up here, in her best bib and
tucker, to spend the day. Of course l
contiscated her at once" u- ~
1.-The bold, pushing thingr' said Bell,
with disdainful gesture.
She's deal too pretty to bring into
the drawing-room for Haroldson and
Armine Dallis to firt WITH" added Miss
Alice, knowingly. ''And | don see any
way that | could have avoided it if it
hadn't been for those lucky chickens and
Bridget's fortunate fitof temper. Make
haste, now. They'll be here in min
ute. And | know little Rachel is first
class cook, for I've been there to tea. y
SO the young ladies of the Tower were
enjoying the feast of reason and the flow
of soul in their cool drawing-room, with
books, new-gathered roses aud. blue
ribboned guitars, while poor Rachel Ram
say was broiling in the kitchen over
peach-tarts and Neapolitan creams.
She had not forgotten her disappoint-
ment, but, artist-hke, she had thrown
herself into her occupation with en-
crossing interest, and she was stirring the
creams with a quick, energetic hand,
when step crossed the threshold.
''Here are some fresh trout, Bridget,
to surprise your MISTRESS said clear
voice.
And, to her infinite amazement, Har-
old Haroldson stood before her, in his
hunting-costume, with fishing-rod
lightly balanced on his shoulder. sci.
Pm not Bridget" said the girl
laughing, but still stirring on. I'm
Rachel -
"Miss Ramsay" he exclaimed, lifting
his cap. ''How in the name of all that
is wonderful came you here?'' .
And then, not without humor, Rachel
detailed the manner and incidents Of
her capture. l @
6 | am the maid-of-all- if you
please" she said, with courtesy.
Then let me help you," said Mr.
Haroldson, briskly tying a second bib
apron around his hunting suit. 81 used
to be Il pretty good hand at spider and
gridiron when [ camped out on Lake
Cupsuptic, up in Maine" ......,...
''But you're not engaged" said Ra-
chel, half-pleased, half-frightened.
81 can volunteer," observed the young
man. "Give me the oil and vinegar, and
you will see what dressing, a la naayon-
naise, l can provide for that salad of
yours"
And if ever pair of cooks spent de-
lightful, unconventional sort of morning
in the kitchen, this pair did. t...-. :.
They laughed, they made innocent
jokes, they behaved like two school
children. '.''
And at last, when Rachel had run out
into the garden to gather some water
crosses to deck the newly-roasted fowls,
Mr.. Haroldson heard the voice of Miss
Bell Calhoun calling down the stairway:
"Rachel! Rachel! you may serve the
dinner Every one is here but that tire
some Haroldsonr'
''And he's here, too" calmly respond
ed that gentleman, who was washing his
hands at the pump.
-"Whatm cried Bell, shrilly.
"The cook and butler are expected to
take their meals in the Kitchen" said
Mr.. Haroldson, with commendable
gravity. "And I've no objection what
ever to that arrangement.
And nothing could induce Harold
Haroldson to come up to the dining
room. He and Rachel together ate their
picnicking sort of repast, and washed
the dishes-althoug the matter some
what lost its spice when the Misses Cal
houn and their company all adjourned,
en- naGsse, to the kitchen, and persisted
in joining their ranks.
And when the purple sunset came
dreamily down over the dark cedars that
overhung the brawling stream, and the
gay guests had all departed, Alice and
Bell Calhoun gazed obviously at each
other. n #..,.'......... .........
WAS ever anything so provoking?"
said Bell ~"--.' -.
"He has actually gone home with
herp' said Alice, bursting into angry
tears. ....-... .......-.
"And after all the pains we took to
keep them apartP" sighed Bell.
'It was all your fault" petulantly ex-
claimed Alice Noticing that farmers
daughter, and dragging her out of her
sphere in that sort of wayn .....
"But it was you that plumed yourself
on getting her into the kitchen, scolded
Bell. "And nice mess you've made
of itr' 'r ..".fs 6 .s.. ,..
"But how were we to tell that it was
going to end sop grroanedi poor Alice:
"Well, Rachel" said Granny Ram
say, when the girl came in, just as the
lamps were lighted, ''what sort of day
did you hayep' 5.-. d. .iy. .,s-'
20, charmingr' said Rachel. ~ en-
joyed myself more than ever / did be-
fore at the Tower, and | never went out
of the kitchen. They had company, and
| helped get dinner" .... .'.,...
"Humphr' grunted granny. CHATS
a queer way Of entertaining visitors. But
p'raps that's city manners"
perhaps it isr' said Rachel, de-
murely. 10000 f.. itsnp aa 4
"Who was it came home with you,"
asked granny, who was not quite deaf or
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