Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1883-10-12

| hAA'IuOOu. one tUDSt 10 DaATOnlLe hu~n
Il Crush, where her high and mighty
airs gave unbounded satisfaction to the
clerks, with whom she was favorite.
She sailed up to the print counter with
great dignity, turned the goods over,
pulled tho corners crOsswise. after the
fashion Of women-shoppers, deprecated
the patterns, etc, but finally bought
print for three dresses, gingham for
aprons, etc, 10 the amount Of three dol
lars, and counted out with great majesty
three traiC-dollars.
"Oh. Molly, you know we cant take
them, said the clerk. Molly turned
To Mr.. Rush, who, sauntering along
with his eyes on the other side of the
store, was taking in the whole proceed
ing
''Mr. Rush" she said, II took these
here day before yesterday, and now the
clerk refuses them.
Mr.. Rush was grimly amused nj her
audacity, but instead of answering her,
turned To the grinning cash-boy in
waiting and snapped: Cash, what are
You waiting forP Take the goods and
money this Instant
The youthful Mercury disappeared
like spirit, and Molly felt somewhat
~ her REORGANIZATION did at Con-
| Curl
. Monday morning brought letter
which seemed promising, and which
real rs follows:
wHEATuELDs. n. H., juno ..
| Miss NJ P.-We need domestic. aud pre-
/ Ter ono OF our own nat on. Trio family con-
/ -i-t- pf Inysc Z and wife aud n hired man NV
wife - tccblc. and the domestic would have
/ 20 thkc charge OF everything. We would nav
tlrcc dollars week TO the right person III
I YOU icrl capab Tor the place. and can bring
u re,ommcn intion. We should like TO have you
como "a soon rs possible
Then followed some directions about
trains, aud the whole was signed in
plain. hpmcly fashion, Yours, Bethucl
Harlow
WIFE feeble" unused Molly; well.
she won't be- poking round the kitchen
all the time (anOther flash OF the Con-
cord spiriD. ''DOmest' c." not "serv.
ant or "hircd girl" That suited.
Tho result was That n few DAYS later
Molly. armed with n letter from her
minister. was set down, the only passen-
ger, ut Whcatiiclds Station.
squire Harlow, waiting for tho ex-
pcctcd good plain cook" was smitten
with great misgivings at the sight of the
stylish young lady, for To his eyes. ac-
cuS'omCd TO the dress Of Whcatlields
daughters. the simple gray suit with its
graceful drapcry seemed the height of
elegance, and he was not re-asSured by
the question of the station agent: Got
company from the city, amt YEP" But
u was too late To retreat, and soon old
DAM was pulling them steatliy toward
home. Tho squire said little. but
glanced mt the girl occasionally from
under his shaggy eyebrows. 1t was n
fair. honest face, which freshened with
every milc in the sweet evening air. and
the gray eyes took in everything, from
the chipmunk on the wall 10 the locust
trees with their fragrant, dropping clus-
tors.
"Want piecp?" said the squire, As
they drove under one. Her face was
answer enough; and stopping old Dan'l,
Inc good man cut cluster and drupped
tin herlap She thriftily took off hernew
liSlo-thrnad gloves to take il, showing
hands so white that the squire groaned
internally. Those hands wash his dishes
and scrub his lloors9 Was this voting
lady, who was prcttier and better
dressed than any girl in Whratfelds,
his domestic? lie shook his head
slightly chewing bit of the locust.
Molly vcntured few questions about
The family. and heard the story of what
was always uppermost in the squire 5
mind-thc story of the lost daughter
Mary. one of the victims of New En-
glands scOurgc, who had faded away
three years before, since when miss
Harlow had sortcr pinned" II was a
pathetic little story told in the lnconic
New England way. but the brown knot
~ hands worked unstcadily on the rcins,
and the squire's eyes had n far-away
look. rs though toward the country
which held his Mary.
| Presently they drove up To n comfort
able house, with an air OF plenty about
the large barn and wide porch, over
which grew n white lilac. Molly found
her mistress little woman with faded.
gentle eyes, and soft, slow voice. She
looked ut the girl kindly, and held out
her hand. After giving her few direc-
tiOns, and telling her where To find
things, she added to her husband: "Tell
John To carry her trunk To the east cham
bcr.' This apparently was something
unusual, for the squire opened his
mouth rs though to say something, but
being man of few words, shut it again,
and went out.
! Molly, following her trunk. found her
self in n small room, with bright rag
carpet on the floor, white curtains
loopcd away at the window, homemade
linen towels with knotted fringe on the
little table, an old-fashioned chest of
drawers, and n low four-postad bed
with valance and patchwork counter
pane. The room was neat, but had
an unused look, and Molly wondered IL
the tribe of girls of which the squire
had made mention had marched through
1t; but, too tired to think long, she un-
packed her small wardrobe, said her
prayers. and knew nothing more until
morning. when n thrilling of birds and
n ray of sunshine on her face woke her
To her first day of service as n ''domes-
tic While making her simple toilet,
She gave many quick glances at the bill
lows of apple blossoms under her win
dow, and something born of the laht
and fragrance and music was reflected
in her face rs she took her way to the
kitchen. The wood and kindlinCs were
near ut hand, the fire started OF briskly
with cheerful air of encouragement.
and then Molly considered her bill OF
fare. There was salt pork, eggs, stale
bread, the inevitable salt pork, dough-
nuts and pie, and pan of cream whose
yellow wr;nkled surface bore testimony
to the squire's Jersey.
That mackerel won't be fried" said
Molly, for the course of frying at Wild
ow Jackman's had been severe. The
fingers that had measured lace and rib
bon SO deity made short work of get
ting breakfast, and the squire, coming
in from his strawberry with a pan
full of Wilson's found IL about ready.
But somehow his table had an unfa-
miliar look. The cloth was on straight,
the knives and forks were laid with
mathematical precision, an unwonted
air of trimness pervaded his familiar
crockery, and-there was no pie on the
table. But there was mackerel baked in
cream, and mashed potatoes, and nicely
Drowned toast, and the doughnuts.
Miss Harlow don't feel able 10