Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-11-12

nlSgIYingS at the sight OF the stylish young
lady, for to his eyes, accustomed to the dress
Of Wheatsfelds' daughters, the simple gray
suit with its 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 yen But it
was too late to retreat, and soon old Dan1
was pulling them steadily toward home. The
squire said little, but glanced at the girl oc-
casionauy from under his shaggy eyebrows.
It was q fair, honest face, which fresdened
with every nile in the sweet evening air,
and the gray eyes took in everything, from
the chipmunl, on the wall to the locust trees
with their fragrant dropping clusters.
|Want pieee?' said the squire, as they
drove under one, Her face was answer
enough; and stopping old Dan', the good
man cut a cluster and dropped it in her lap.
She thrif6ily took of her new lisle-thread
gloves to take it, showing hands, 50 white
that the squire groaned internally. Those
hands wash his dishes and scrubs his doors?
Was this young lady, who was preUtier and
batter dressed than any girl in Vheatfelds,
his domestic: He shook his head slightly,
chewing bit Of the locust
holly ventured q few questions about the
family, and heard the story of what was al
ways uppermost in the squire's mind-the
story Of the lost daughter Mary, one of the
victims of New England's scourge, who had
faded away three years before, since when
''Miss Harlow had sorter pined." 1t was a
pathetic little story told in the laconic New
England way, but the brown, lnotty hands
worked unsteadily on the reins, and the
squire's eyes had far away look, as though
toward the country which held his Mary.
Presently they drove up to a comfortable
house, with an air of plenty about the large
barn and wide porch, over which grew a
white lilac. Molly found her mistress a little
woman with faded, gentle eyes, and soft,
slow voice. She looked at the girl kindly,
and held out her hand. After giving her a
few directions, and telling her where to find
things, she added to her husband, ''Tell John
to carry her trunk to the east chamber"
This apparently was something unusual, for
the squire opened his mouth as though to say
something, but being a man of few word,
shut it again and went out.
Ff-Molly, following her trunk, found herself
in a small room, with bright rag carpet on
the floor, white curtains looped away at the
window, homemade linen towels with
knotted fringe on the little table, an old
fashioned chest of drawers, and a low four
posted bed with valance and patchwork
counterpane. The room was neat, but had
an unused look and Molly wondered If
the tribe of girls of which the squire had
made mention had marched through it;
but, too tired to think long, she I'M
packed her small wardrobe, said her
prayers, and did nothing more Til morning,
when the thrilling Of birds and a ray OF sun
shine on her face, woke her to her first day
Of service rs \ domestic While r,ol-ing
her simple toilet she cave many nnicR
r!ances at the pillows of apple blossoms nm.
der hor window and sorne+.iino,
born Of the lirbt and fravranco
and music WIS reelected in her face
AS she took her wav TO the Kitchen The
wood and l-iD1linr were near at hand. the
fire started Off brislly. with q cheerful air Of
o,teouragemant, and then Molly considered
her bill OF fare. There was salt iuackerel,
eggs stale bread, the inevitable salt pork,
dol-uuuls and pie, and a pan OF cream, whose
yellow wrinl,e5 surface bore testimony to
l-s sources J lIsey.
''That inacserel won't be fried, said 4fouy,
tar tLs course of frying at the widow Jack
s;aas had been severe. TIE fingers That had
ul5asurej lace and ribbons so deslly made
short work Of getting breakfast. and tho
squire, coming in from his strawberry bed
0ith pan full Of ~ iisons found 1t about
ready.
But somehow his table had an unfamiliar
look. The cloth was on straight, the knives
and forks were laid with mathematical IRE
cision, an unwonted air OF trimness pervaded
lis familiar croclery, and, there was no pie
on the table. But there was mackerel baked
in cream. and mashed potatoes. and nicely
Drowned toast. and the doughnnts.
the table this morning, and guess I'll take
her 4 bite before 1 eat
Ard so saving the SQUIRE took q plate. and
commenced piling tbings on it in a pro,uiscr1-
Gus way.
"Oh.n said Molly. Get me do it. I havehad
q long exnerience with sick psople They
must be ternpted YOU know
She looked mn at hin, with bar briobt s,,ilo
and tho sonire cave in ut once , and watcbe5
with wonder while n trav was BROUGHT. a
clean naDlin sDread over If a niece of the
mackerel laid on a Mate With the cream
ladled daiutilv over it Molly had seen too
much Of plates where the meat seemed to have
| been launched on them bv an avalanche of
gravy then came a little plate of the potato.
a slice of brown toast. = little plate Of butter.
! q cup of coffee, knife. fork. spoon. etc. Then
she vtiszed into the pantry. and out a-ain
WITH a saucer Of strawberries, and added them