Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1892-09-24

Mr.. Warrington's fishing camp, but
never went as regular coachman until
old Major Juggleford engaged me at
twenty dollars month and my board
with two black livery suits year thrown
in.
You may guess how pleased l was
the first en-dolar bill I sent to mother
up in Toronto, and me only two-and-
twenty; but was always old-looking
for many years, and had a steady way
with me.
1t wasn't the liveliest place in the
world at the major -Juggleford Hall,
they called it-and the only bit OF life
about it was Trippy, Miss Gertrude
maid
''WelI, Sam, said she, in that pretty,
aggravating way of hers, chow do you
like your new place."
SIT seems about as wideayake as a
deaf and dumb asylum, miss, said l.
"Don't call me miss, Sam" giggle |
she "I'm only a servant like yourself. !"
"You're very good one to look at, !"
said l.
"Sorry l cant return the compliment, I"
said she, her black eyes sparkling.
And after that we were very good
friends, though old Mrs. Mobbs, the
hou8ekeeper, was always plotting and
planning to keep us apart; aud it was
through Trippy that first heard Of the
love story between Mr.. Warrington aud
Miss Gertrude,
"Do you mean to say you never knew
it before?' said Trippy.
(Her real cGristened name was "Try.
phena.')
"Not a word" said l.
"Oh, then you amt going to help us9"
'Help you do wha,s" asked |.
sob, stupid !" cried out Trippy. with
an impatient shake of her curly heal
"HeIp circumvent the old Turk to be
sure. Major Juggleford, mean. For,
you see, he's made up his mind that
Miss Gertrude shall marry Doctor Dar-
win, who's old enough to be her father,
and he's got wart on the end of his
nose. But he's RIGA, you see, and poor
Mr.. Warrington has got nothing but his
handsome face and merry black eyes"
Here was a full-blown love story, to
be sure-and wasn't long in giving
Trippy to understand that was with her
and Miss Gertrude and Mr.. Warrington,
heart an soul
But, after all, what was there that
could dol Major Juggleford never
really trusted me, after he heard that l
had lived with Mr. Warrington, and |
had no chance at all to show my sym.
patty. But used to gather fresh water
lilies for her every morning--Trippy
took these to her room--and | set my
self to work to tame young fox, that
l had caught in trap, for her. There
wasn't anything else could do.
did not see Miss Gertrude until
had been nearly week at Juggleford
Hall.
"She's delicate, Trippy, amt shel"
said l. Clocks like a flower that has
grown in the shade2'
"She amt bit well, - Trippy an
swered 'Nor she won't be, as long as
they torment her so. It's burning
shame, to ask girl to marry An old
fogy like Doctor Darwin, while, alt this
time, her heart belongs to Mr. Frank
Warringtonl
at is that" said /, with emphasis,
"Oh. do be careful, Sam, said Trippy
for was helping set the studio to
rights, moving the big carved cabinet
and taking down the window draperies,
that were faded al most white in the suu,
and at the same moment gave yell
like wild Indian.
"What's thiss' said I. SIS it aliveF
Trippy nearly doubled up with laugh
ing.
sol, Sam" said she; "you'n be the
death Of me. Don't look so frightened
don't! It's ouly lay figuyel"
"And what is lay fgurel" said I,
keeping as far away as possible from the
queer looking, lanky thing, with its head
hanging over on one side, as if its neck
was broken, and its hands dropping
straight down.
''lt's what Miss Gertrude dresses up
to paint pictures from, said she, when
she could get breath enough to answer
me. "You don't mean to say that you
never saw one beforel'
"Neverl' said |, keeping as far away
Is possible, for it seemed as if it might
come alive any minute, and made me
think of the spooks old Granny MagiI.
ion used to talk about. "And does
Miss Gertrude paint real pictures."