The Penn's Grove record., 1883-12-08

men; but, artist like, she had thrown
herself into her occupation with engros-
ing interest, and she was stirring the
cream with q quick, esergetic hand,
when a step crossed the threshold.
Here are some fresh trout, Bridget,
to surprise your mistress" said q clear
voice. -
And to her infinite amazement Harold
Haroldson stood before her In his huns
ing costume with his fishing rod lightly
balanced on his shoulder.
'I'm not Bridget. " said the girl laugh
ing, but still stirring on. I'm Rseh-
ell"
"Miss Ramsay he exclaimed, lift
ing his hat. ''How in the name Of
ali that Is wonderful came you heref'
And then, not without humor, Rachel
detailed the manner and incidents OF her
capture.
IL am the maid of all work, II you
please" she said with q courtesy.
Then let me help you," said Harold.
son, Driskly tying a second bib apron
around bis hunting suit. 81 used to
be a pretty good hand at the spider and
grid-iron when / camped out on Lake
Cupsuptic, up IN Maine"
''But you're not engaged, said Rach-
ell, half pleased, half frightened.
81 can volunteer" observed the
young man. ''Give me the oil and
vinegar, and you will see what q dress
ing, a la mayonnaise, 1 can provide for
for hat salad of yours"
And If a pair Of cooks ever spent q
delightful. unconventional sort OF
morning in the kitchen, this pair did.
They laughed, they made innocent
Jokes, they behaved like two school
children.
Aud at last, wien Rachel ran ont into
the garden to gather some water crosses
to deck the newly roasted fowls, Mr..
Hsroldson heard The voice of Miss Bell
Calhoun calling down the stairway:
"kachell RacheIl you may serve the
dinner. Every one is here but that tire
some Haroldsonl'
"And he's here, too" camly respond
ed that gentleman, who wa washing his
hands at the pump.
"Whatl" cried Bell, shrilly.
"The cook and the butler are ex-
pected to eat their meals in the Kitchen
said Nh. Haroldsop, with commendable
gravity. ''And I've no objection to
that arrangement"
And nothing could induce Harold
Ha1oldson to come mp to the dining
room. He and Rachel together ate
their picnicing sort of repast and washed
the dishes-although the matter some
what lost Its spice when the Misses Cal
houn and their company all adjourned,
en- masse, to the kitchen and persisted
in joining their ranks.
WAS anything ever SO provoking"
said Bell,
"He has actually gone home with
her." said Alice, bursting into angry
tears.
"And after all the pains we took to
keep them apart?" sighed Bell.
at was all your fault" petulently
exclaimed Alice. Noticing that farmers
daughter, and dragging her out of her
sphere in that sort of wayl"
"But it was you who plumed yourself
on getting her into the kitchenl" scolded
Bell, land a nice piece of work you've
made of itP' a 2
But how were we to tell it was go
ing to end sos" groaned poor Alice:
swell. Rachel, " said Granny Ramsay,
when the girl came in, Just as the lamps
wefe lighted, ''what sort of a day did
you have?"
"Humphl' grunted Granny, after her
answer. "Tlat's a queer way Of enter
tanning visitors. But p'raps that's city
manners"
PERHAPS it is" said Rachel, de-
murely. -
"Who was 1t that came home with
your asked Granny. who was not quite
deaf or blind as yet, land left you st
the garden gate?'
zone of the other servants" said
Rachel.
"Well I%never, said Granny. "W here's
all your pride, Rachel Ramsey?"
81 neyer was prouder in all my life
than 1 am tonight" said Rachel.
"Listen, grandma, for / have 70 much
to tell you. Mr.. Haroldson, of New
York, walked hcme with me, and I've
met him ever SO many times before this
summer, at picnics and archery parties,
and such places, but I never knew that
he cared for me. And tonight he
asked me to marry him, and he is to
come here tomorrow to see father"
"Do you love him?" said Granny
Ramsay. @
And Rachel answered.:
Eyes"
"Then God bless you, my child, and
give you both a long and happy ifei'
said the old lady, softly smoothing the
goung girls bright head.
And everyone was satisfied, except
the ladies OF the Tower