The west Tennessee star. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1888, 1888-08-24
A MASQUERADE.
The Love and Loyalty OF a Pretty
Irish Kitchen Girl.

A very pretty Irish girl was my one
domestic, Katie McCarty, very pink
and white as TO complexion, very
plump as to figure, blue eyed, black
haired, trim, tidy and without a rival
in the art and science of broiling q
steak, making coffee, sweeping, dust
ing and setting a room to right She
was only six months over from Ireland
when she came to my door; but she
had evidently had good training some
where, and had profted by it. She
had not reigned long in my kitchen
before the butchers man and the
grocery fingered a little as they de-
livered parcels, and the cOachman cast
Rdmiring chances at her as she opened
the door when his ''missus" made her
calls. In fact, one of the first coach
men in the ward, one who wore the
most elegant livery, and drove the
finest turnout in the most distinguished
manner openly expressed his admira-
ton at Christman time by a card of
very magnificent proportions and a
bottle of very pronounced perfumery.
The stout young butcher declared to
her one day, that he sent the tenderest
cuts in his shop to us all for her sake.
Clearly Katie could have been quite a
belle in her own circle had she chosen;
but she seemed to have little molina
ton for the distinction.
For in spite of Katie's blithe man
ner, and she carried a CHEEKY face,
there seemed to lurk q shadow of
something like sorrow in her blue
eyes; there was look that made me
think of that in the face OF Evangeline.
The smile Of derision with which
this statement was received by the
head OF the house would have quite
demolished any one less positive than
/. In the eyes of my friends was the
veriest dreamer, a rOmancer, who saw
what was not there.
In my own estimation I was 6
woman OF remarkable penetration and
insight. Circumstances confirmed this
view often enough to enable me tC
keep fair confidence in my own In
tuitive powers; occasional failures
kept my friends from q like confidence
an me.
She was performing some small ser
vice In my room one morning, and
wac silently admiring the careful dex
terity Of her movements, when I OBJ
served what thought to be- littl,
extra pensiveness about her. Their,
was a depression in the ''set" of hel
busting cap that aid not escape me.
She was only an Irish servant girl
ono Of tho many who come and 60 and
are forgotten, but she was woman
friendloss, or so thought, in q strang,
country. She was member of m,
household. It was not idle curiosity
that led me TO say TO her: Katie
you look a little sad this morning, hal
any thing gone wrong, any thing tina
] can helpp You must consider me
friend when you need one"
Thank you, ma'am," she said
s'thank you kindly. It's all along c
the ooachman, Patrick MCGUIRE. He
that fond Of me, ma'am, that he'll no
be talIin' no at all, and that's all tn
word can spRke to him"
Patrick Mcclure is q worthy younI
man, Is he nOtP"
"He Is that, ma'am."
s'Steady, honest and industriousPn
"Sure. he is"
"He Is good looking, and pleasan
and kind. heard Mrs. Gray say the
never had one they had moro conf
dence in in every way"
Good looking he Is, ma'am, wild
honest eye, and a pleasant smile, an
q man to DO trusted, I've no fear"
II suppose he has saved up a littl
money and could give you a comfort,
Bile, snug little home, where you coul
live and be happy with some one VIII
would love and take good care
you"
Eve heard say he had a lfttI
money, an he loves me, he swears il b
the Holy Mother"
well, Katie, it is very much I
have the love of good man, to have
pleasant, comfortable home; workin
hard In your own house, for those VIII
are dear to you, and who loves you,
vastly better and pleasanter thin
than working for even so nice a mi
tress a. ] am
She looked up with smile and sal,
''Sure its a good mistress that yo
are but, ma'am, there's somethiu
you haven't said, and IL seems strane
20 me you haven't. You haven't sai
a word about my lovin' the man.
u a fair thing TO take "a mans love ar