Daily Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1882-1893, 1892-03-26

+: 4 ROMANTIC MAID.
~. s'Oh, Alice" sail tic silly gir1 /
me one lay, c1asl'in% hnt1 llcr haut1
iii a sort OF thcatel' folks fashion, i
| could only l}c III object Of interest
I'm s1>1t there is foundation enough
Wasn't I born in the uln.>l,,}1s<
where half the lt'roinr% 1T novel
were bora: Then when | was fou1
teen Didn't Mrs. Green Tux: 1nt a,l,
keep ME till .hr t1it7l; th, Alice,
such Il beautiful life us ! lid their,
She used to ris*. a1nut 1l&1:!. like Lad,
Araf*'ll@ StlnIlllna in th' 'Vnlow+t
He;@rt. a1ld 1ssoon It, s1l. WAS tlrcS>t1
she sent for 1ne to rca to her, M,
we read the most entr tnciis novel.
until bedtime. Sonnet; >nts, when w
had onc tlEAt was vc'y interesting
we sat up till = or ) o lock. She toll:
me shc was sure In 2 history. Oh
it l could only find cut what it is,
don't Set much tint to read here
80 much the better" said /; "you1
head has enough trash in it now,
imagine
oh, Alice, if YOU only had a soul
above your station"
was mail. To have this little
brat ct an allnshouSe chit telling me
that my station WAS low, l, who
only took the place If child's nurse
BECAUSE MY chest was too weak for
nc to keep ut 1re>Slnukin3. So +
answered her rather ~ll.rlly. If you
I'LL your station properly you won't
have time To he 1nithin* remarks
ABOUT other peoples:
Sll*' didn't notice my dignity, hut
went on sorting tic chi|,l,c,1's
clothes for the wash uutl talking
away, "M:' >tution: Oh, Alice, i
a1n convinced that Iwus mt burn to
b"a Nursery ,n;i1 I f*ol moving
spirit within n1c that ndys. Jennie.
YOU will yet bru 4rtat Idly: But I
don + car. for: thar: it can ONLY 1n.
1nterr>tlnE' Oh, Alice. If w:,:s only
the maid in Tile Maid and th..\Iag.
pc: Illin!: ut 1n.in% illcanrrutc<1 il.
y dun+:s'on osl u talse* charge and
finally having Your Innocence: proved,
and everybody hooking ut yo1i >>hak~
ing hands with yu1. and offering their
congratulations. Oh, Alice" !" And
down went the b4hy@ apron for tilt.
hand rlu*1,in@ performance. i +
III ron think il dim -xt11l :s<1 lovely, !
YOU hAd better steal ~z;n1t. r. n,1n@,;"1 /
said. j.. :" j: ::.". F. =: + i: i: =" =. I
"Stral' But them would only he /
common thief. Br*i'lt$, Alice, what !
would he1nmc of tue conscious in1lf,.
ceatv TINT supported TIL. maid: I !
don't mind being pfn,r lit: l4crui1lt.s
always have to tx poor some time in
their lives: hut should lave likctl
to play the piano IL Ito something
like that. Ipu sec, in the nursery |
have no chance. If I was a govern
fess. now, with deep mourning dresses
fitting my exquisite figure. to 1,erfec-
t1on, nr nn autho1s.s> who goes to the
publisher, anu lifting veil tlisclosts
features Of h'wil<le1ing loneliness, or
Il te.achcr. whose graceful figure fits
lightly down the street tn her DAVIS
toll there might IL. chance; but
who ever comes after a heroine into
the nursery: I to my best when /
lake Miss Nettic ont for walk, but
nobody st.elns to notice my fair curls
or pale complexion; it's bandoline
md chalk thrown away
you are throwing the nuslins
nto thu. pile If colorcd Clothes" !
:ried
I'm sure I've mental abstraction
enough for II whole library IF hero
mes, y said Jennie, gathering up the
oilo Of clothes md marching off tn
he kitchen.
And this Was only one specimen OF
hat girls ruling passion. She was
pretty, had little, graceful figure,
With big. blue eyes and lots IF light
|uir, with a pale complexion Which .
would hive lcen pretty If she hadn't
ent all tl1e color ont IF it by eating
late pencils aud chalk AMI drinking
'inegar. Mrs. Green. Il silly old wo-
nan, who hal taken her for Il maid,
lad filled tilt, chill's head with nov /
Is, till she had pretty we'll driven
tut all the sense there ever had been
n it. She wns nearly eighteen when |
he old lady die'l. and my mistress,
4rs, Green's niece. Mrs. Wood, took ,
ennio for Il nursery 1nuid.
Such IL life tEs she led me. First OF
II, SHE insisted upon wearing I'LL her
mass of toWcolurnl EI>ir in long curls
lying all around her. ]tcu1@se Mrs. {
4reen had kail it reminded her OF {
Arun1intu Monticello, in {
he Love Lorn Shepherd After s
he baby had hauled out su1ne fist
]lle Of it md she had r-nght it in