Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-01-02
eos.sancs last 4 march. q, il through 81

o ss ssA plain the
matter to her, and 4, nm sure she III
lend me somet hing to N eur until the
trunks are forward ga q and Violet
grows orbed ii the geese az ii.
ton o'clock that day her advent
elr ra B beg ms good earnee q She
stands Is n 81 the gate 81 the old -fashioned
garden adjoining the Inn looking
up ind down the street III d
sol sort of pleasant reverie. aud
weaving the n great Ys3@5 shadowy.
elms overhead into her vision OF an.
other time and place. TIC landlady's
dress % clean though faded calico
makes 8 teint ST fitting after the belt
Of 9 svhiteapron has caught the folds
:'snfugly around the trim waist, and the
broad brimmed, rough straw hat She
has on hides from her view the APP,
proach {of the one great lady Of the
town her Intended hostess, Mrs. Tor
rensham & #ss II II ss{s .S
..ssss'' tairl, do YOU want d placer" This
Inquiry startles her from her day
dream and makes her aware, for the
tlrst time, Of the august presence Of
Mrs. Torrensham. ID.
When Mrs Torrensham drives as
che is driving to-day, with Jerry in
front and James behind, all Willough-
by holds its insignificant breath from
the blacksmith shop ca Goose Com
mon to the furth ermost outskirts Of
civilization upon the opposite bound
aries Of the village. To say that Mrs.
Iorrensham does not enjoy the abject
look OF deep reverence upon all faces
turned like flowers to the sun of her
''herad ic-blazoned" carriage, is to say
an untruth. She is q puling power in
this community; and when she sees a
.comely young girl leaning in q moth
ing-to-do attitude upon the gate she
feels sure that a certain department in
her nearly perfect household shall be-
filed instanter. ass.5$ & J.
"What kind Of d place, ma,am, If
you pleasep' asked our Violet, glanc-
ing amusedly from madam's keen old
face to the green satin carriage trap
pings, the silver-gilt harness, the un-
lovely calves OF the footman and the
spinx-like features of the immobile
groom, who has brought two pretty
animals to q standstill before the gate.
Come nearer" said Mrs. Torren-
sham. 80 sz
'''If she finds me out now, we'll and
good; if not, shall have some dis
traction as Finette say!" is Violet's
mental soliloquy, as she bangs the gate
to and crosses the sidewalk, threading
her way gingerly through flock Of
frightful geese that look knowingly at
her. " -.. ~ .-.:. Z .@@#a. +,
II need a girl who can exercise some
taste in arranging bouquets through
out the house; who can pour the coffee
and make the tea when I may be alb
sent; who can see to the busting OF the
drawing, reception and dining rooms,
library and hall, and who in her. unoc-
cupied moments can do mending. For
such services I shall pay girl two
dollars q week and see that her wash
ing and ironing is done for her." 3.
''I'll COME" says Miss Field. after a
summing up Of this most .extraordi-
nary case. ':I'll be ready to enter
your service tomorrow, ma'am. y u
Il shall send for you then. Good
day" Mrs. Torrensham gives Jerry
the word, Jerry gives the horses the
whip, and they whisk around the
corner in grand style. t ,,s.
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. There is Mrs. Tore nsham in
dainty null wrapper embroidered
within an inch Of its life; there is
Dick, her son, glaring at certain col
umn in the Times; and there is a gen
tlemnn 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
sculptured features Of an ideal god, with
chin that shows poweras we'll as beauty,
a sensitive mouth, q classic nose, and
clear, dark eyes that at this moment
look carelessly 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, shall tell yon who Silvertop is.
"A nephew Of Mrs. Torrensha hams, to be
brief, and knoWnas Laurence Reid In
the high circles Of his annt's aristo-
cratic world. A cripple who, wounded.
In the late war, came home TO his aunt
to live out contentedl Il, so people said,
his life OF inevitable ! bachel orhood
inevitable since poor Laur once Is proud
so, at least. every one says, and Aunt
Torrensham takes care TO never, con-
tradiet the report. Hisypet nalne .Sil-
vertop' was given him by Dick, Who.
when d child, greeted his cousin on His.
return from the war BY this odd name,
because2of his gray hair under the sol-
dietss cap
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