The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-05-16

II II ISL nice 1 II go TO nurse IN Gay
or So"
If YOU promise that" Joan looked at
Celia and sighed, Il might"
Perhaps it won't be much worse than
being nursery governess," Celia murmur-
ed. And really"
Il am sure it won't be half so bad-for
me. cried Nab, gaily. Come, Joan,
promise TO write"
I'm think about it," answered Joan,
and turning away, she went into the
house.
But in the end Nab had her way, and
next morning Miss J Atwood presented
her compliments to Miss Anstruther, and
giving her protege, Mary Grey, a high
character, recommended her as an excel
lent dairymaid. This was written with
much care, and when it was finished and
directed Nab carried it off in triumph to
the post. by return came Miss Anstruth-
ers reply, saying how delighted she was
10 secure the services of a girl of whom
MISS Atwood spoke so well. and begging
mat she would send her on to Highfield
without delay. Thus, to Mab's intense
satisfaction. the question was settled, her
fate decided.
Miss Anstruther is evidently a person
OF experience and will look after you
well, said Celia, 80 l am not uneasy."
That's a comfort" Nab answered
laughing You dear, prim old thing.
am going to have a lovely time" and her
eyes danced with excitement, as she
sutched industriously at her new print
dresses.
Four days later, the three sisters bade
goodbye to dear Roselands, where they
had spent so many years of their happy
youth, and started off to begin life afresh
in their various situations.
II was a fearful and sorrowful farewell
and they felt thoroughly miserable, as the
rams pore them away from their below
From Arundel to EPSON they spoke to-
gether In soft whispers. and MANY and
solemn were the words of advice given by
the twins to their enterprising little sis
ter. Nab listened with unwonted meek
ness ana chung to them, weeping bitterly
when the moment of parting arrived.
AS she stood gazing through a mist of
tears at the vanishing train, a big, burly
man touched her on the arm.
Be you the new dairy-maid for High
field Court?' he asked
Nab crimsoned, and choked back her
tears
Yes"
I doubted! Well come along O. me"
And he gave low chucke as, shouldering
her yellow. tin box, he led the way out of
the station.
At the door stood a high. market cart.
and into this the man helped Nab Then
taking seat by her side, he whipped up
the steady-looking white horse and drove
off.
m Johnson, the baliff. an my wife
does the dairy" he explained, as they
went along, past the grand stand and over
the breezy downs. Il hope you'n be active
and useful"
Yes" answered Nab wiplng away the
tears that would keep dropping. II hope
so"
Il wonder what the missisH say to her."
hp
figure and pretty profile. She's not strong
fear, an looks more like a parley-vouin
Frenchie than a dairy maid. But there
III say nothin' an give the girl a chance"
Mrs. Johnson was most irate, and could
scarcely conceal her fury when she saw
the slight. dainty little maiden stepping
into the cottage kitchen. 1o
'She must CO." she declared, when, hav-
ing left Nab in her bed room unpacking
her box she went out to the stable to
her husband. "An' I'll tell Miss Anstruth-
er SO in the mornin'. She's more like a
lady than a dairy maid, with her little
white hands an her slim Bit of a waist.
What use'll she be TO make butter an
Softly, softly. Handsome Is that hand
some does my dear. and don't condemn
her till she's tried. A slim waist does no
harm, seems to me. You had one yourself
once: an white hands for butter is what
l call a pleasant recommendation"
BY dinner time next day Mrs. Johnson's
indignation had cooled and she was in
chned to think better of her new dairy
maid.
ITS not the first time she's made but
ter, anyway" she said, approvingly, as
she watched Nab al her work. AN she $
real picture in that pink cotton, her
white hands twinking in and out ]
won't complain 20 Miss Anstruther yet"
And Nab was well satisfied with her sit
| -
but neat, ana picturesque, Her little bed
room. without carpet or curtain, was
clean, and acres OF green fields beyond.
The pretty dairy delighted her. 1t was
built In a shady, secluded corner of dear
oldfashloned kitchen garden, where every
sweet-smelling flower imaginable grew IN
! great profusion. The shelves. upon which
stood the pans of milk. were of whit,
marble. The walls were lined with pale
green, the floor with dark red tiles. The
windows were large, and opened like
| doors, and through them, upon the cool
| fresh breeze, came the scent of roses
sweet peas and mignOnette.
Here. therefore, I'm spite of occasiona
| sharp words from Mrs. johnson, and som,
trying vulgaritles of manner and speech
| in both her and her worthy spouse. Nal
! felt she could be content, and congratu
/ lated herself that she had been firm anS
insisted upon earning her bread as
dairy maid.
Miss Austruther's away" Mrs John
| son said, in answer to Mab's question a.
/ 10 when she would see her mistress. "Si
Herbert has taken her TO another ocu
list, poor dear. But it's waste OF time
She was born blind. ana blind she'n re
\ main"
Poor thing! Is Sir Herbert her faith
err
mo. her brother; the hest ever breath
ed. lie reads to her-writes her letters
It's beautiful to see them together"
rs he married.
Married should think not IN,
woman isn't born he'd marry. lie ha,
! thoughts for nothing but his sister anl
/ his books
Next day. as Nab went about her work
| her mind was full OF the afflicted girl ant
/ her devoted brother. and as she left IN,
] poultry-yard and went into the dairy sh,
murmured:
II wish they'd come back. T."
She paused In the doorway. blushing and
| confused. AZ one OF the windows stoo,
"a tail grave-looking man OF about so
/ his hand laid carcssingly upon the should
or Of n fair, fragile girl, I'm soft, whit,
muslin and a shady straw hat.
| As Nab entered. Sir Herbert Anstruthol