Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1891-08-21
ITO BE A LADY"
BY AMY RANDOLPH.


"rvo brung her up to be u Lady
Mrs. Savillc disconsolately said
"Frcnch lessons and music, and good
ness knows what all. never wanict
no girl of mine 10 work rs hard as
have done. Aud tLis 'ere's the ent
OH it,
Mrs. Saville wrung her hands il
despair.
al s'pose," said Uncle Brom (lht
local abbreviation for "Abraham')
'shc amt none too good TO work
We've all of MS good Bible authority
for earning onr bread in the sweat Of
our brows. There's Lo-i-sy Hall
she's made nice livin' sclin' eggs and
sprng-chickcns TO the boardcrs il
Jacksonville, and"
"Lo-i-sy never had no boarlin'.
school cducation," whimpercd Mrs,
Savilc.
"P'r'aps she ain't none the was fol
it," said Uncle Brom, closing his snuff.
box with significant click "And Eb.
cnezer Laishts dartcrs earn twelve
dollars a month doin' heusework al
the Beckwi.h Hotel"
"Aice amt 10 hired gall"
"llump! Where is she now?"
upstairs a-writin'. She's read in
papers how them New York editors
pays big prices for poems and stories,
and she's mind to try her luck at the
business"
"Oh!" Uncle Brom said ''Postagc
is cheap, lucky for you. But | guess
Alice won't make her fortune outen
no such work rs that. Call her down.
/ want to speak TO her.
So Alice Saville was called, and
came down-siairs--a pale, pretty girl
with wistful brown eyes, sunny hair
and red sensitive lips. The bright hair
was rumplcd over her forehead; there
was troubled expression in the brown
eyes, and The pretty middle finger of
her-Ieft hand was stepped TO the bone
in ink. Evidently, literature did not
agree with her.
"Prctty hard work." said Uncle
Brom, with a chuckle.
Alice laughed and nodded.
"Jest like me-" SAL Uncle Brom,
"fd ruther cut up whole crop O. to-
bacco than write letter, any time O.
day. But look here, my gal Your ma
says times is hard and you can't get
no place 10 governess out or do ladies'
companioning."
"NO," sighed Alice. Every posi-
tion of that sort seems to be filled al
ready"
"Wal, look here" said Unc'e Brom.
"Our hired girl has gone home with
the neurology in her face, an the
house is chuck full O. boarders, an
my ole woman she's in peck of half
bushels what 10 do. S'posc you could
come over an help wait on table an
straighten up ihe bedrooms? My ole
woman she wants things to be pretty
nice since the member of Congress
has taken rooms thar, with his two
gals. An she lowed You was always
a pow'ful smart gal round house,
Alice. Bless my soul, what's your ma
a-crying aboui?"
al c-c-can't help ii y blubbered Mrs.
Saville. 81 brung my Alice up to be
lady, and here she's agoin' out to
days work."
"Don't fret, mother" soothed
Alice. ats only to help Aunt Thalia,
you know"
"Git ontl' Uncle Brom said.
"Don't your MA know that we've all
of us got TO work in this world?"
So Alice Savillc ran up stairs TO put
on her hood and shawl and make mp
her little packet of belongings. And
when she got there she discovered
that sudden furry of wind had car
ried every sheet of her painfully
copied and recopied manuscript ont
of the wide-opcn window into the field
that sloped down to the riverl
For an instant she could have burst
ont into tempest of passionate tears.
Then she ,nought better Of it.
alt is just as we'll" she lnurmured,
setting her small white teeth firmly
together. "Therc shall be an end of
my scribblingl l win accept the fiat
of Fato without a murmur"
Papa, ! am SO glad we came TO
this place. said GLADYS Ayrault. ats
O deal plcasantcr than the hotels. And
the orchard is SO beautiful, and the
air from tho river comes up like
breath of healing
"Yes," little Fan cried, sand old
Mrs. Hadoitt is so nlumD and COM
Portable, and the now waitress is 50
prettyl"
"And only think. papal" cried
Gladys, cher name is Alice SavilIc,
just like TIE heroine of a romance,
isn't it3 And she can repeat the whole
of NlArmion' from beginning 10 end,
and she translated that French label cn