Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1883-10-17

trunk, three silver collars In ner pOcket,
and one good suit, and on the other side
the great, pushing, scrambling, selfish
world, eager to grasp, and slow to give.
Molly did some hard thinking.
"There's one thing sure" she thought,
"I wont tend store again, and l won't
sew for living, and won't be cooped
up in a shop" The chances are narrow
ing fast. Suddenly came an idea. "Pu
do it, said Molly; and what it was, the
Advertiser told next morning:
WANTED, by an American girl who is, good,
w plain cook situation to do Homework in a
small family. Country preferred. Address M. P,
Advertiser ONCE, Boston.
Well, the answers fairly poured in. 1t
seemed as though all womankind had
been waiting for " an American girl who
is good plain cook" but Molly resolv-
ed to be critical and waited. In the
meantime, seeing that a way was open,
she dressed herself in her best and went
shopping. She chose to patronize Rush
& 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 the corners crosswise, after the
fashion of women shoppers, deprecated
the patterns, etc., but finally bought
print for three dresses, ginghan for
prons, etc., to the amount of 50, and
counted out with great majesty the three
trade dollars.
"Oh, Molly, you know we can't 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 proceeding.
"Mr. Rush." she said, CT took these
here day before yesterday, and now the
clerk refuses them"
Mr.. Rush was grimIy amused at her
audacity, but instead of answering her,
turned to the grinning cash boy in wait
ing, and snapped "Cash, what are
you waiting for? Take the goods and
money this instant"
The youthful Mercury disappeared
like spirit, and Molly felt somewhat as
her great grandfather did at Concord.
Monday morning brought a letter
which seemed promising, and which read
as follows:
WHEATsFIELDs. N. II. June 2.-MIss NJ. P:
We need domestic, and prefer one of our
own nation. The family consists of myself and
u
the domestic would have to take charge of
everything. We would pay 80 week to the
right person. If you feel capable for the place,
and can bring a recommendation, we should
like to have you come as soon as possible.
Then followed some directions about
trains, and the whole was signed in
plain, homely fashion, "Yours, Bethuel
Harlow"
"Wife feeble" unused Molly; "well,
she won't be poking round the kitchen
all the time" (another fash of the Con-
cord spirit), Domestic" not "ser-
want " or ''hired girl" That suited.
The result was that few days later
Molly, armed with a letter from her
minister, was set down, the only passen-
ger, at Wheatfelds station.
Squire Harlow, waiting for the ex-
pected "good plain cook" was smitten
with great misgivings at the sight of the
stylish young lady, for to his eyes, &C
customed to the dress of Wheatfelds'
daughters, the simple gray suit with it's
graceful drapery seemed the height of
elegance, and he was not treasured by the
question of the station agent: Got
company from the city, amt YEP" But
1t was too late to retreat, and soon old
Dan'l was pulling them steadily toward
home. The squire said little, but
glanced at the girl occasionally from
under his shaggy eyebrows. It was
fair, honest face, which freshened with
every mile in the sweet evening air, and
the gray eyes took in everything, from
the chipmonk on the wall to the locust
trees with their fragrant, dropping clus-
ters.
"Want piece ?" said the squire, as
they drove under one. Her face was
answer enough; and stopping old Dan'I,
the good man cut cluster and dropped
it in her lap. She thrifty took off her
new lisle-thread gloves to take it, show
ing hands so white that the squire
groaned internally. Those hands wash
his dishes and scrub his floors ? Was
this young lady who was prettier and
better dressed than any girl in Wheat
fields, his domestic? He shook his head
slightly, chewing bit of the locust.
Molly ventured few questions about
the family, and heard the story of what
was always uppermost in the equiress
mind-the story of the lost daughter
Mary, one of the victims of New Eng
lands scourge, who had faded away
three years before, since when "Miss
Harlow had sorter pined." It was a pa
thetic little story told in the 1aconic New
England way, but the brown, knotty
hands worked ungteadily on the reins,
and the squire's eyes had tar-away
look, as though toward the country
which held his Mary.
Presently they drove up to COM
Portable house, with an air of plenty
about the large barn and wide porch,
over which grew white lilac. Molly
found her mistress little woman with
faded, gentle eyes, and soft, slow voice.
She looked at the girl kindly, and held
out her hand. After giving her few
directions, add telling her where to find
things, she added to her husband, "Tell
Jonn to carry her trunk to the east
chamber. This apparently was some
thing unusual, for the squire opened his
mouth as though to say something, but,
being man of few words, shut if again,
and went out.
Molly, following her trunk, found her
self III small room, with bright rag