The Sunday tatler and Jersey City express. (Jersey City, N.J.) 1883-1886, 1886-01-10
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see her face, or grotesque caricatures of
her face, il each and every one of them;
the window-pan polished until they spar
kled in the bright June sunshine; the silver
FURNISHED until neither spot nor speck
marred its mild lustre; the loaves of bread
baked until each crispy crust took on the
right shade of tempting brown; and Molly
was scrubbing the only unscrubbed corner
OF the kitchen-when Miss Cameron's deep,
harsh voice came up from the dining-room
MARY, are you not through yet ?"
Almost, ma'a am, answered Molly.
81 think it is time you were quite" de-
clared the voice. eYou must make haste.
We are going TO the lecture this evening,
Miss Georgette and I; and as Mr.. Malcolm
also wishes to go out, we will be obliged to
lock up the house. Therefore it is neces-
sary that you should leave as soon as you
possibly can"
eyes, ma'am." said Molly meekly, and
finished her scrubbing with her tears fall
ing very fast and thick.
Poor little girl She had tried so hard
to please her mistress-for Miss Georgette
was but reflection to her elder sister-and
her efforts had been met with grim silence
that betokaned begrudged satisfaction,
until the last few weeks; that is, in fact,
until Mr.. George Malcolm came there. Mr..
Malcolm was sort of step brother to the
Misses Cameron, (his father, a widower,
with two boys, had married their mother, a
widow with two girls, and as they inherit
ed nothing in the way of property from
their own father, he generously made them
an allowance from the moderate fortune
made by him. Generously and forgivinaly
for they had not rendered 1.-THE of re-
spect, to say nothing of affection, which
was his due, to their indulgent and kind
hearted step-father, choosing to look upon
their mothers second marriage as an in
suit to the memory of the parent whose
not at all ainiable characteristics had been
his only legacy to them.
The cottage in which they lived, situated
in the prettiest part of Meadowville (the
furniture there being their own, the bequest
OF q maternal grandmother belonged to
Mr.. George; and here he had come in
search of solitude and quiet, for the first
time IN twelve years or more, to spend
month or two in thinking out and arrang-
ing plans for starting large building in a
neighboring city. And, as I have already
intimated, things had turned much for the
worse for Molly, the servant maid, since
his arrival. The hidden silence had given
place to most open fault finding, when Mr..
Malcom was not within hearing. The
coffee was too strong, the tea too weak, the
chickens undone, the steak burned, the
eggs boiled too hard, the rooms basly
swept, the shirts poorly ironed. and ali
these complaints. with many more, the
elder spinster. confirmed by the younger,
gave her to understand originated with the
guest
"What a hard man to please he must bel"
Molly said to herself many times. .sAnd
yet he has one of the handsom est and
kindest faces I ever saw; and he spoke
right pleasantly to me the first day he
came, and even offered me his hand, chow
Miss Cameron blushed, but pretended
not to see it, for knew it was not my place
to shake hands with him. It is strange he
should become SO frac.ious. He was SO
good and merry and kind, when was a
little girl I've heard father say he'd rather
shoe a horse for him than for any one else
in the village"
And when she would fall to thinking how
grand he looked to her childish eyes when
he came riding up on his bay mare to the
smithy, where she spent half the time
watching her father at the forge. And he
always brought her gay picture book, or
pretty ribbon, or box Of candies, or a
bright new silver piece--ene Christmas it
was a gold one-and claimed kiss (good
gracious how her cheeks flushed at the re-
membrance!) for payment when he rode
away again. How happy, how very happy,
she had been then, with that dear father
and dear old aunt Nanny so happy that
she had scarcely ever felt the loss Of her
mother, who had died in giving her birth.
But when Molly was fifteen, the black
smith, so strong and rudy that it seemed
impossible pain or sickness could ever
come near him, fell sick, and after linger-
ing, sorely crippled, for nearly two yea 9,
died, leaving nothing to his darling but
hard work. Yes, there was one alternative.
to become Mrs. Jake Willow, and become
mistress of the forge again; but Jake was
rough, vulgar fellow, and Molly, inherising
the delicate taste and gentle ways of her
mother, who had been shy, pretty young
governess before she married the handsome
blacksmith, shrank from the loud voice
and rude laughter of her would be husband.
And SO, in preference to accepting Jake's
offer, she be;ame-Heaven knows this was
q hard enough thing to be-maid of-all-
work in the cottage of the Misses Cameron.
Poor little Moilyi Prettier than many q
princess, with lovely, black fringed gray
eyes, and hair of the very darkest brown
hair that would curl in spite of her, to Miss
Camerons great displeasure.
'It | had such untidy hair" that lady
would often declare, glanclng approvingly
into the mirror at the fiat dyed bands that
made triangle of her high. narrow fore
head, I'D shave nay head. :" "Wed certain
y shave our heads" would echo Miss
Georgette.
The kitchen floor finished, the rugs
shaken and returned to their places. the
bread put away in the big stone Jug ia the
cupboard, Molly sought her own room
(Which, to tell the truth, was no room at
all, but corner of the garnet rudely parti-
toned of, with only small skylight to
admit light and air--there were rooms
empty, unused rooms in the attic, but
they were much too good for servant"
Miss Cameron said; and g very much too
good for a servant, her sister agreed. ) to
make ready for her fitting. Molly looked
around it as she tied her straw hat over her
rebellious tresses, and again the tears filed
her eyes. 1t had been place of rest and
shelter, and she had been glad to have it,
fearing to leave it lest worse luck lay be-
You'd.
And she would not have been compelled
to leave it had it not been for that unfort-
innate mirror and the increasing complaints
of the old bachelor. Why, he could not be
so very old, after all, for he was but twenty
one and she between five and six when he
gave her ribbons and books and silver
pieces, and she gave him kisses.
But the sound of closing shutters broke
In on her reverie and reminded her that
her departure was waited fer, and taking
her bundle in her hand she ran quickly
down stairs to the parlor, where the mai len
ladies sat erect and stern. their bonnets IN
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