The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1894-10-03

Mrs. Levinbolt laugl we'd in spite Of her
vexation at the idea of sam, the nne gen
tleman of the family, who was studying
for the ministry, scru bling floors But
Sam himself looked perfectly serious.
"Why not as we'll as you, mother
I'm strong
eyes. but Hushl Who is that CON-
ings''
A blue eyed girl was advancing up the
garden path with the springy, elastic foot
fall peculiar to those who have been &C
customed to plenty of outdoor exercise.
She smiled frankly up into the suspicious
face Of the farmers wife
ssMicht have q drink of water. please?"
she said
Certainly" said Sam at once "I'n
draw some fresh for you out of the well. F"
ssWho are your" ques toned his mother
rather more warily.
NY name is Jessie Maclane," she an
swered simply, land am a stranger in
this country / came from Aberdeenshire,
in Scotland.
.'What are you going to do!"
I'm looking for work, - said Jessie
simply Il was brought up on farm,
and I'm handy and willing. Do you know
of any place they re wanting a lass:'
And the upshot Of the matter was that
Mrs. Levinbolt took the Scotch lassie-on
trial, as it were.
Jessie proved to be the best and quick
est and most sunny tempered Of serving
damsels and full of bright, good humor.
The year crept round, and once more the
spring returned, and Mrs. Levinbolt, true
to the calendar. tore up her carpets and
deluged every room in cleansing sTds and
steam. And Jessie Maclane was with her
still.
The housekeeping was in wild career.
The carpets were on the line, and Jessie
was on a ladder doing a little amateur
paper hanging, while Mrs. Levinholt pol
ished the inside of the keeping room win
dows. when the carriage from the depot
rolled up TO the door.
Company gasped Mrs. Levinbolt.
at always happens So" Quick as thought,
Jessie descended from her aerial elevation
and scudded to the bedroom for Mrs. Lev
inbolt's cap and rufiied apron.
Its young lady in a brown silk trav-
cling suit, whispered breathless Jessie.
Mrs. Levinbolt groaned. Its my cousin,
Miles Henshaw's daughter, Sybilla, come
to make visit, she sighed. Miss Sybilla
Henshaw was from the city, neither quite
so young nor so pretty as she once had
been, but amazingly well preserved. She
had soane out into the country ostensfbly
to WHIT her cousin, Jerusha, but in reality
to marry sam.
.Tessie's heart sank within her at the
sight OF Miss Hensbaw's silks and laces
and chains and bracelets.
But Sybilla's eyes were keen enough to
,i,- in ha hlnoroi in ~
little Scotch girl, and she resolved to get
her out of the way. When Sam Levinbolt
came in TO supper the third day after Miss
Henshaw's arrival, he found Jessie crying,
his mother amazed and doubtful and
Sybilla wrathful.
'.Of course she has taken it'' cried
Sybilla who else would touch my
portemonnaie? And it was ON my dressing
bureau this morning when she went into
make the beds, and now it is gone.
Stop, Sybilla,' said Sam cOurteously,
but very firmly. No one calls Jessie a
thief in my hearing. Mother, you should
know better than that. 3"
But stammered Mrs. Levinbolt, IF
Sybilla's pccketbook is really gone''--
Sybilla drew out her pocket handker
chief to wipe away an imaginary tear of
injured innocence, ana Win III GumDIeu
out something on the floor Sam stopped
and picked it up, handing it with bow
to his cousin.
Your pocletbook, Sybilla."
Miss Hcnshaw turned scarlet and bit heI
lip.
How very careless of mer' she said in
a choked voice. Il must have put it there
myself and forgotten all about it
That evening in the purple dusk, after
Miss Henshaw had gone up stairs TO pack
her trunk-for the spring campaign had
evidently proved a failure-Jessie Maclane
came TO where Mrs. Levinbolt was sitting,
planning whether she should. begin the
garrett next day or the best parlor
Mrs Levinbolt, =" said the girl simply,
81 have come to tell you that
Not that you are going, and in the
very midst of housecleaning!" shrieked
Mrs. Leyinbolt.
No" seid Jessie, coloring like rose.
"f you like, L Will stay at the farm al
ways. for Sam has asked me to marry
him"
And Jessie Naclane cried and laughed
In the same bresth.-Boston Globe.