Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1882-06-24
A RECEIPT IN FULL,

The tins had all been secured until
she could see her face. or erotesone
caricatures of her face, in each and
every one OF them the window panes
polished until they sparkled, or had
sparkled-for it was now twilight-in
the bright June sunshine the silver
FURNISHED until neither spot nor speck
marred its mild lustre; the loaves of
bread baked until each crispy crust took
on the right shade of tempting brown /.
and Molly was scrubbing the only un-
scrubbed corner of the kitchen-when
Miss Cameron's deep, harsh, precise
voice came to her from the dining-room: j:
MARY, are you not through vet ?"
Almost, ma'am," answered Molly.
81 think it is high time Won were
quite, declared the voice. "You must
make haste. We are going to the lee.
ture this evening, Miss Georgette and
L; and as MIR. Malcolm also wishes to 90
out, we will be obliged to lock up the
house. Therefore it is necessary that
you should leave as soon as possible. :"
Yes, ma'am," said Molly, meekly,
and finished her scrubbing, with her
tears falling fast and thick. Poor little
girl she had tried so hard to please
her mistreeses, or rather her mistress
for Miss GeOrgette was but reflection
OF her elder sister-and her efforts had
been met with grim silence that be-
tokened begrudged satisfaction, until
the last few weeks /; that is, in fact. until
Mr.. George Malcolm came there. Mr..
Malcolm was sort of step-brother to
the Misses Cameron this father. a
wldower, with two boys, had married
their mother, widow, with two girls),
and they inheriting nothing in the way
OF property from their own father. he
generously made them an allowance
from the moderate fortune left him by
his. Generously and Experimentation
they had not rendered q tithe of the re-
spect, to say nothing of affection, which
was his due, to their induIgent and
kind-hearted step-father, choosing to
look upon their mothers second mar
rage as an insult to the memory of the
parent whose not-at-all- -amiable char
acterlstics had been his only legacy to
them.
The cottage in which they lived, sit
uated in the prettiest part OF Meadow
vile (the furniture therein being their
own, the bequest of a maternal grand
mother), belonged to Mr.. George; and
here he had come in search of solitude
and quiet, for the first time in twelve
years or more, to spend month or two
In thinking out and arranging plans for
starting large business in a neighbor-
ing city. And, as 1 have already init
mated, things had changed much for
the worse with Molly, the servant-maid.
since his arrivai. The grim silence had
given place to most open fault-findine.
when Mr.. Malcolm was not within hear
ing. The coffee was too strong, the tea
too weak, the chickens underdone. the
steaks burned, the eggs boiled too hard,
the rooms badly swept, the shirts poorly
lroned; and all these complaints. with
many more, the elder spinster, confirmed
by the younger, gave her to understand
originated with the guest.
"What hard man to please he must
be = Molly said to herself many times.
"And yet he has one of the handsomest
and kindest faces / ever saw; and he
spoke right pleasantly to me the first
day he came, and even offered me his
hand (how Miss Cameron did frown y;
but pretended not to see it, for knew
1t was not my place to shake hands with
him. 1t is strange he should have be-
come so fractions. He was sogood and
merry and kind when / was little girl.
I've heard father say often he'd rather
shoe horse for him than for any one
else In the village" And then she
would fall to thinking how grand he
'lsed to look to her childish eyes when
he came riding up on his bay mare TO
the saaithy. where she spent half her