The Republican journal., 1885-05-07

around his hunting shirt. II used to be
a pretty good hand at spider and grid
iron when camped out on Lake Cupsup
tic, up in Maine.
But you're not engaged, said Rachel,
half pleased, half frightened.
81 can volunteer" observed the young
man.
"Give me the oil and vinegar, and you
will see what dressing, a la mayonuaise,
can provide for that salad of yours
And if pair Of cooks ever spent de-
lightful unconventional sort of morning in
the kitchen, this pair did
They laughed they made innocent
Jokes, they behaved like two school chill
dren.
And at last, when Rachel ran out into
the garden to gather some water crosses
to deck the newly roasted fowls, Mr.
Haroldson heard the voice of Miss Bell
Calhoun calling down the stairway;
"Rachel Rachel you may serve the
dinner Every one is here but that tire
some Haroldson." :"
"And he's here, too," calmly responded
that gentleman, who was washing his
hands at the pump.
"What !" cried Bell, shrilly.
"The cook and butler are expected to
eat their meals in the Kitchen" said Mr.
ETaroldson, with commendable gravity.
"And I've no objection to that arrange
ment.'
And nothing could induce Harold Har-
oldson to come up to the dining room. He
and Rachel together ate their piCncing
sort of repast and washed the dishes
although the matter somewhat lost its
spice when the Misses Calhoun and their
company all adjourned, en- masse, to the
Kitchen and persisted in joining their
ranks.
And when the purple sunset came
dreamingly down over the dark cedars
that oyerhung the brawling stream, and
the gay guests had all departed, Alice
and Bell Calhoun gazed dubiOusly at each
other.
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? p sighed Bell
at was all your fault pctulantly eX
claimed Alice. "Noticing that farmers
daughter, and dragging her out Of her
sphere, in that sort of way
But it was you who plumed yourself
on getting her into the kitchen y scolded
Bell, "and a nice piece of work you've
made of it,"
But how were we TO tell it was going
to end SO = groaned poor Ahee.
"Weli, Rachel" said Granny Ramsay,
when the girl came in, Just as the lamps
were lighted "what sort of a day did you
have ?"
"iIumph ~ grunted Granny, after her
answer. That's q queer way OF enter
tanning visitors. But p'raps that's city
manners"
perhaps it is" said Rachel, demure-
ly.
"Who was it that came home with
you. r asked Granny, who was not quite
deaf OF blind as yet, land left YOU a the
garden gate ?"
"One of the other servants" said Ra-
chel.
"Well, never said Granny "Wnere
is all your pride, Rachel Ransay?'
al never was proudcr in all my life
than am tonight" said Rachel. dis
ten, grandma, for have so much to tell
you. Mr.. Haroldson, of New York,
walked home with me ard I've met him
ever SO many times before this summer
at picnics and archery parties, and such
places, bat ] never knew 1hat he cared
for me. And tonight be asked me to
marry him, and he is to come here to-
morrow to see father"
an :, 1 4,
sey.
Ard Rachel answered:
Yes
"Then God bless you, my child, and
give you both a long and happy life :"
said the old lady, softly smoothing the
young girls bright head.
And everyone was satisfied, except the
ladies Of the Tower,