The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1893-11-01
BARWELL'S MAID.

used to have several customers in
Silverado. 1t is only pleasant ride out
from here in the beautiful summer
morning, long before the sun begins to
peep above the Sierras and when the
dawn is just beginning to break bright
and fair, as dawn never does show any
where except in this semitropical Cline
The road to Silverado is bordered on
both sides with long rows of pepper
trees. Now, other fellows may have a
different taste in trees, but for me there
never was anything in trees SO pretty as
row of peppers, with branches looking
down like the eyes of modest girl when
she sees her lover coming along the road,
and the FIRST CLINT of day creeping
through them and making little gold
paths in them till you don't know
whether the tree itself is green or yell
low, and the morning breezes blowing
through them till they ripple and shine
all over as If they were laughing.
There never was anything else so like
a pretty woman with smile on her face
as those pepper trees in the morning
with the wind blowing over them-that
kind of smile that creeps over the face
in soft, lazy way and laughs in the
eyes and hides away in the waves of hair.
fused to think that the pepper trees
were what made me like to drive my
milk wagon out to Silverado. But that
was before had seen the little maid at
BarwelPs.
Barwell's was boarding house. Sill
verado was q kind Of health resort, and
people used to come from the east and
go out there winters and board at Bar
wells. Maybe it did their health good,
but l don't think Barwell's ever inn
proved the health Of the little maid very
much. IL 1t did, she must have been
sight to behold before she came.
The first time | saw her she came out
with the milk can. Usually ii stood on
the stoop waiting to be filled, and /
would pour in the milk and leave it
standing there for the first servant who
was up to come out and get it. But this
time it seemed to have been forgotten,
and the little maid had crept out in the
early dawn to bring it and stood shiver-
ing in the morning chill, for the dawn of
a semitropic morning near the sea is not
warm, however the mind may tend to
romance concerning its balminess. And
she was such very little maid could
scarcely see her on the other side of the
milk can and thought at first that the
can had just taken notion to walk out
alone and get itself filled.
"HelloP' said.
eyes" she replied, quite as q matter
of course. And then saw what very
thin and white little maid it was
"Where did you come from?"
"If you please, I'm Mrs. Barwell's girl.
work for my keep"
Now, did not please in tho least. l
should have preferred, IL she must be
anybody's girl, that it should be any one
else in the world whom had ever seen.
And as for the ''keep," if there is any
proof in looks, it must have been very
small.
/ CHANGED to have q big orange In my
wagon that some one on my drive, who
had an orange orchard, had given me. l
threw it to her when / had filled the can.
She caught it eagerly, and when l looked
back as / drove off saw her going up
the walk with the orange pressed up
close to her mouth. After that never
forgot to have an orange, or nectarine,
stopped at Barwells. Sometimes the
milk can would be on the stoop, and
would not see the little maid for several
days. but when I did see her again !
would give her all the good things that
had accumulated in my wagon since the
last time saw her. And good things
had a way Of accommodating very rapidly
at that time.
Once when Mrs. Barwell happened to
be up early to get picnic party success
fully off her hands l saw her seize the
little maid and drag her into the kitchen.
And thought she struck her just as the
door was closing. grew hot all over
and thought savagely that If Mrs. Bar
well had been man / should have called
her out. AS it was, had a fancy that II
would do me good to get out and assault
Mrs. Barwell's kitchen door and fling
my opinion at her gratuitously and forci
bly,.
But neither course seemed quite feas
| ible. Ipicked up my whip furiously and
| looked around for something to lay II
| onto. AS could see nothing available
for that purpose but my patient, good
| tempered horse, who never gave me the
slightest excuse for savagery, put il
down again with resolution to make
| things more even some day, though II
never entered my ridiculous head in what
particular way l could accomplish the
leyeling process. But the little maid got
q whole apronful of the incest peaches
and nectarines and pomegranates in the
market the next morning when stopped
to deliver the milk.
So time went by until the little maid
had grown into slipof girl and would
have been pretty one, too, if she had not
been SO thin and white as to the cheeks
and staring as to the eyes. She had
beautiful eyes, but they in company with
her other features had grown SO starved
that it made anybody hungry only to
| look at them. ffIf(ttls.
About the time that began to notice
these little things about her eyes and
features generally, thought she began
to be little shy. The milk can always
stood in its place on the stoop, and had
nothing to do but pour in the milk and
drive off, which you might say was Q
much more convenient way.
But as day after day and week after
week passed and did not see her it die
not seem SO very comfortable after all
wondered if she were i'll or had gon'
away. / remembered how she used tx
look as she stood in the faint light o
the morning, holding the big can in he
arms. wondered if her eyes were still
so big and wan and hungry and hal
frightened looking. wondered If he
/ face was SO pallid and pinched, and !
she still shivered so in the morning wine
that came up chill from the sea.
By that time quite large pile of goos