The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06
MAID OF ALI WORK
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R' Aei Ramsay looSel very pretty. in- deed as skc eane down the rarroa wooden staircase ln the ilttle brown farm house thtt afternoon dressed m d white muslin dress streHn a.. over wi,h tiny pins. fosebatls and :, fresh lace fiiig acound her neck led with | p.ak ribbon. wh.ic her pretty tee, were ouiioned into new pa,r oi boots. with nigh French heels, and her ha;r wAs curled m loose. glossy soiis O, shmng bronze
 t.'' sad tyranny Ramsay. looking %p l13m her everlasting knitting work. over whs-n sae ~as half asleep; going D cher h. heyf
 t;',nt samday. grandma" explained the gitl. laughing and eolorins i'm gong n the Tower 10 sec Miss Calhoun. She h.s o!,en invited me ihere-she and Nils. bei,
 'Pshiw sald t,..uny Ra.asa,, Wl.o wa, onc 1t tn ,,e venerable people privii- eeet la speak :acr min,; on al oc1 1aslons "H.iai dn the me rl,y ladies l, me Tower wan, oi itrme; daughter Ase you ," --i-..- .rladiI.a- l-les-. l.:ed ale = :.
 E teminds me. said grandma shfe~diy. of the old story of the iron Po' s"d 'iie eh,la poS swimming flown stream together. and they don, nowise suit.
 kachel said no more, but escaped into the shady lane, where the naples were beginning to turn pale and yellow in the sfst September frosts.
 Grandma is always criucising every body. she thought. Il know the ladies at the Tower will be glad to zee me. NisS Alce wants to skeech my head for 'kiAine, and Mis- Bell asked me to sine dnets vtth her. She said l had s voice kke iark. And perhaps Mr. Harold Haroidsoa will be there. For know he sfeeu v,sits at the house,
 And Rachel smiled to herself as she crossed the rustic bridge and wen, through the woods to the Tower, a fam tast,e wooden cottage with a semi-circu- lar front. which was let for the summer. taeNowner thereof preferring 10 live m a square bnck structure Tn the village
 The little side door was open and Ra- chei wen; m. From the left of the pas sage-way door opened into the kitchen. and there. to her infinite amazemen,. she saw Miss Alice Calhoun herself. in an .rsthe,ic dress of pale sage green, and noses in her hair. conter,piatinr a mir of decapi;a,ed fowls which lay on the ,a- ble.
 Miss Alice.' she exclaimed.
 "ls that you. Rachel:" cried the city young lady. bouncing upon her. as drowning man pounces on the nearest floating straw. '-Oh, never was so glad to see anybody in all my life These hornd hens. Bridget has gone away in rage because presumed 10 had fault 1 with the coffee this morning. and we have got company to dinner. and hase'n; an idea how to get the feathers of these creatures. Bu, now that you are here. everything viii be all ngh,.''
 And she shook oil the big bib apron ! and stepped back with sigh ef relief
 Rachel looked perplexed. She had come there. not so enact the role oi | kitchen maid, but to visit Miss Calhoun. to sit in her drawing-room and enjoy the ] conversation of her guests. and she did i not exactly relish this summary dismissal to the kitchen.
 There is soup stock" went on Miss | Alice, and salad and delicate piece o' haiibut, and with the fowls roasted, l and pie or a pudding. or something | which dare say you can make, we shall i do very nicely. i'm particularly anxious | abou; the dinner because we are to have company. You'll excuse me now. be- | cause have to dress
 And away ripped Miss Alice. selfish | and smiling as ever was Queen Cieopa- tra's self.
 Poor Rachel. she stood a minute in | the hot kitchen, the tears spnnging to her | eyes, a pang of disappointment at her heart She knew all abou, it. Harold | Haroldson and Mfr. Dallas were to dine there that day, and she-she was to be l cook, waitress, maid of all work-what signi6ed it what she called herself. She