Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-01-02


the drizzle.
"He@as, And vot ees to be did, oil
vous piait, ma <snsseU2?"
go and borrow me sc something from
the landlady, Mnette. Explain the
matter to her, and am sure aho will
lend me something to wear until the
trunks are forwarded;" and Violet
grows absorbed in the geese again.
AT ton o'clock that day hor advent
ure begins In good earnest. She
stands ut the gato Of the Old ~fashionod
garden adjoining tho inn, looking
ap and down tho street in y
sort u pleasant roverio, aud
weaving the great shAdowy
e}ns overhead into her vision Of all
other time md place, The lAn,llady' s.
dress 81 clean though faded calico
makes feint st fitting after the belt
OF Il white apron has caught the folds
snugly around tho trim waist, and the
broad~brimmed. rough Htrnw hat she
has On hides from her view the ap-
proach OF the one yreut lady Of the
town-her Intended hostess, Mrs. Tor
rensham.
'Gsrl, do you want Il plucc?' This
inquiry startles nor from her day
dream and m,tlxes her aware, for the
first tr'ne, Of the august prcsance of
Mrs. Torrensham.
When MRS. Torrensham drives Us
sho is driving to-day, with Jerry in
front and James behind, all Willough-
by holds its insignificant breath from
the blacksmith shop ON Goose COM
mon to the furtl, crnost outskirts of
civilization upon the opposite, bound
| aries OF the village. TO say that Mrs
Iorrenshnm does not enjoy the abject
looK OF deep reverence upon all faces
turned like flowers to tho sun of her
''heraldic~b}azoned' carriage, is to say
an untruth. She is y puling power in
this community; and when sho sees y
comely young girl leaning in Il moth
ing-to-do attitude upon the cato she
feels sure that q certain department in
her nearly perfect }lousehold shall be
filed instanter.
''Nhat kind Of " place. ma am, If
you please"' asked our Violet, glanc-
ing umused(y from madam>s ketn old
face to the green satin carriage trap
pings, the sllver-gilt harness. the un-
lovely calves Of the footruan and the
splnN-lil1o features of the immohile
groom, who has brought two pretty
animals to stund&,ill before thu gate.
Come nearer said Mrs. Torrcn-
sham.
IF she finds me out now, we'll and
good; ii not I shall have some dis
traction as Finette say" is Violet $
mental soliloQuy, as she bangs the gate
to and crosses the sidewalk, thread ing
her way gingeEly through flock OF
trlghtful geese that look knowingly at
her.
Il need {. girl who can exercise some
taste Ii arranging bouquets through
out the house; who can pour the coffee
and make The tea when | may be alb
sent; who can see to the busting OF the
drawing. reception and dining rooms
library and hall, ana who in her unoc-
cupied moments can do mending For
such services | shall pay girl two
dollars week and see that her W ash
ing and ironing is done for her"
IN COME" says Miss Field. after g
summing up Of this most oxtraordl-
nary case. TN be ready to enter
your service tomorrow, ma'am."
Il shall send for you then Good
day" Mrs. Torrensham gives Jerry
the word, Jerry gives the horses the
whip, and thoy whisk around the
corner in grand style.
Next day at lunch time Miss Field.
in tidy calico gown, stands at a side
table making tea, and at the same
time learning to keep her tell-tale face
from flushing at every mention of her
name. Thore is Mrs. Tore nsha1n in
dainty null wrapper embroidered
within an inch OF it's life; there is
Dick, her son, glaring at u certain COL
umn in the Times; and there is gen-
tleman who has been addressed as
nephew" ''Silvertop,' ''Silly" and
'Toppy,' by both mother and son.
A handsome face is the face Of Sill
vertop, as pure in it's outlines as the
sculpturod features of an ideal god, with
chin that shows power as we'll as beauty,
sensitive mouth, d classic nose, and
clear, dark eyes that at this moment
look carelcssly across the Times in
Dicks hands and rest themselves upon
the little brown bow of ribbon at the
back Of Violet's shapely throat
And while our heroine makes the
tea, and scalds her fingers in the opera
ton, I shall tell you who Silvertop is.
A nephew of Mrs. Torrensham' to be
brief, and known as Laurence Reid in
the high circles of his aunt's aristo-
cratic world. A cripple who, wounded
IN the late war, came home to his aunt
to live out contentedly, so people said,
his life of inevitable 'bachelorhood---
Inevitable since poor Laurence Is proud
so, at least, every one says, and Aunt
Iorrensham takes care to never con-
tradict the report. His pet name GIL
vertop" was given him by Dick, who,