Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-07-13

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Don't call me Miss Flora; call me
Flora Make me believe I'm the hired
| girl"
"But Miss-I mean Flora, you can't
cookm
| Cant IP Didn't / take cooking les
sons all one winter in Philadelphia
Not word Mrs. Wilde; your boarder
will never know who ! am, and am
determined to nave my own way for
once!'
She sont a little note home to the
grange, signifying that she intended to
remain with Mrs. Wilde until her
rheumatism was better.
Just like Flor said Clarissa, the
eldest Miss Falkland.
"She's always doing the funniest
Kings. commented Elsie the youngestt
born of the grange.
''Of course" said Mrs Falkland,
1--WE are all sorry for that good soul
Mrs. Wilde; but why couldn't Flora
have sent one of the village girls to
wait on herP And what has become Of
that tall, blach-eyed HuldahP These
poor people don't seem to have any cal
culation at ALL"
Meanwhile Flora went to work and
cooked a dainty supper for the new
boarder.
THE hired girl, Isuppose, said Mr..
Kent Kllburne to himself. Very pref
ty, in wholesome, dimpled way; car
ries herself very gracefully; out this
way, am told, they're all free and
equal, and the servant sits at the same
table with the lady. wish she'd sit
down with me. This eating all alone
is the most unappetizing thing in the
world. But those flannel cakes were
delicious, and l never tasted better
coffee in my life"
He told her so.
Flora smiled.
Il am glad you like my cooking"
said she.
at is far nicer than my mothers
cook gives us in Bayswater square,"
declared he. Would you like to take
a situation in the cityp"
"Oh, I'm very well satisfied with my
place here" said Flora.
At the weeks end she and Mr.. Kill
burne were excellent friends, and Mrs.
Wilde was beginning to hobble around
with stick.
So time passed on. 1t was rainy
afternoon, and the apple blossoms
blowing like pink shells all over the
grass. Mr.. Kilburne had just been
packing up box of brook trout to
send home to Bayswater square.
What pleasant month this has
beenl" said he, with an involuntary
sigh. Here ends the pleasure. Now
begins the business"
Flora had just taken fragrant
prune pie out of the oven.
"BusinessP" she repeated.
Eyes. Do you know family named
Falkland hereaboutsP"
Every body knows every body else
in Wyatt's Falls, y said Flora
care they nice peopleP"
Every nice Why?"
i've got to call there" said Kill
burne. 81 ought to have done so be-
fore, but dreaded it."
'Why should you dread itP"
well, to tell you the truth, I've an
old bachelor uncle who was once very
much in love with Mrs. Falkland in
the days of her bellehood. And he
has heard that she has three daugh-
tiers, and he wants me to fall in love
with one of them"
People can't fall in love to order"
said Flora.
That's just it, said Kilburne.
They may be gorgons, for all l know,
or woman's rights advocates, or mere
social butterflies. You know them, ]
supposed"
1--WE seen them" said Flora.
Tell me about Them
Il never discuss my neighbours.
"Well. which is the incest of the
threeP"
Don't 1 tell you am strictly nom
committalP"
Very WE'LL" said Mr.. Kilburne,
with sigh. II must send for Uncle
Addison to choose for me. l never
could make selection out of three
Flora turned to him with eyes brim-
full of sparkling mischief
Zone is dark, said she.
Il hate brunettes!" said Kilburne.
Zone is fair"
There never is much character to
fair women!'
"And one-the middle cne-is like
me-"
"Humph! the middle one" said Kill
burne. Il think shall like her. l
think. Miss Wilde" for the poor, fool
ish young man had got every thing
wrong, "that l should like any one
who resembled you. The fact is. like
you very much-so much that I've lost
my heart to you. Flora-Miss Wilde
don't run away. You are the ideal girl
I've been dreaming of all these years
lat once a lady and busy little
household bee-a thinker and a doer.
Please don't look so haughtily at mel !
XII be the best husband in the world if |
you'll only give me chance!"
"Are you really in earnest, Mr.. Xii.
burner"
Il had composed such pretty little
speech!" said he, but, somehow, at
the eventful moment it all went out of
my head. In earnest? Where does
the nearest parson livep I'll marry
Il