fSecohd Cousin fSarah
BY TBE AUTHOR OP
, mAlUIB JUDGE, SPINSTER." "LITTLE KATE MIRBY."
ETC.. ETC. -
CHAPTER XVII. Continued.)
Mary Holland rose and stood teside
her. Her hand fell upon Sarah Eastbell's
arm, and once more the clear look in the
eyes seemed beyond all deceit.
"Sarah, leave me with my miserable
little secret for a while it will be ex
plained sooner than you think, although
I dare not say a word now, for all onr
sakea. Hare I been so false a friend
that, you cannot trust me in a time cf
common peril?"
"If I could understand if why did
you write to Reuben Culwick?" she said,
. very suddenly and sharply "why did you
let me go to London in ignorance of his
address?"
"It was his wish that you should not
see him at his worst, I knew," she, said,
answering the latter Question first; "and
I wrote to him because those two men
had arrived here."
"Reuben had not opened your letter."
"That was unfortunate."
"He will come himself now." said
Sarah eagerly, "if he thinks we are not
safe here. And yet he has thought f ns
so little: he has kept away so long, we
have all died away so surely from his in
terest that "
Sarah stopped, and her hands were
pressed quickly to her breast to still its
sudden leaping, while Mary Holland
clasped the other's arm, as a sudden
knocking at the outer door, followed by
a ringing of the bell, announced a late
visitor to Sedge Hill.
"Can it be?" both young women whis
pered, as they went across the drawing
room toward the marble-chequered hall,
friends again in their suspense, and with
the new distrust forgotten for a time. In
the hall stood a servant, with a hand
upon the door, and in the corridor were j
Thomas Eastbell and Captain Peterson;
the former with a waxen cast of counte
nance, like a man seized with a strange
fear.
The chain before the door was lower
ed, the door was opened, and a tall man
came with quick strides into his father's
house.
"He has come oh! he has come," cried
Sarah Eastbell joyfully, and forgetting
all sense of decorum in her delight at
seeing him forgetting that he was only
her second-cousin! she ran toward him,
and cast her arms about his neck, to his
surprise, and in her warmth of welcome.
Here was one friend at least whom she
could trust.
"I am so glad that you have come,",
she cried ; then she shrank away from his
arms in her second impulse, and went
with crimson-dyed cheeks to Mary Hol
land's side again. He smiled and it was
the old bright look gleaming from bis
full brown eyes. The welcome pleased
him it was so strange a contrast to his
last reception in that house.
CHAPTER XVIII.
The wondering, scowling faces in the
ahadow of the corridor receded slowly,
and then the door of the picture gallery
was closed, as though Reuben Cul wick's
presence could not be tolerated at that
juncture. Reuben glanced along the cor
ridor, and then turned to Mary Holland.
"They are in the gallery?" he inquired.
"And the old lady is asleep, and well
watched? You should have telegraphed
to me, and not have lost time by the
post," he said. .
"I dare not leave the house, and there
was no one whom I cared to intrust with
a message." j
Sarah looked from one to the other cu
riously, and Reuben Culwick smiled.
"See what a couple of conspirators we
are, Sarah," he said; "but the fact is,
your brother Tom and his acquaintances
have been disturbing my mind of late
days. I have feared that this day would
come, and that you might be powerless
and need help although Tom may be a
very good fellow when one is thoroughly
acquainted with him."
"You know what he is," said Ssrnh,
very moodily.
"Hence, one day," he continued, "I
wrote in confidence to Miss Holland, and
asked her to warn me when a crisis of
this kind occurred which it has, you
see. You were Tom's sister, and Tom's
sister's feelings had to be respected. 15e
sides," he added, "I was afraid of you."
"Afraid!" echoed Sarah Eastbell. "Of
what?"
"Of your turning up in my Drury Lane
den and offering me your compassion, and
aggravating me by your assistance. I
was a sour-tempered beast, Sarah, and
afraid of the softening influence of -sec-ond-cousinism."
"I don't understand you, Mr. Culwick,"
aid Sarah, very coldly now; "but J never
did, for the matter of that. You are aus
picious of me that's all I perceive at
present."
"Well, your visit to me this morning
did me a great deal of good," he conde
scended to explain still further "assured
me that you were a genuine young wom
an, and that I was an old fool; that you
understood the world, and I didn't. And
without Miss Holland's danger signal, 1
should have come in good time to Sedge
Hill."
"Would you?" she cried, half laughing
and half crying now.
"Miss Eastbell hardly knows what or
in whom to believe, Mr. Culwick," said
Mary Holland at this juncture, "and her
friends and enemies are hopelessly inter
mixed." "I think that you must be my friend,"
said Sarah, extending her hand to her at
once. "Forgive me if I have beeu hard
to-night."
Her hand was on the drawing room
door, when a shrill voice, unmistakable,
and startling at that hour, echoed through
the house:
"Reuben Culwick, is that your
The two young women and the big
bearded man between them paused end
looked at each other. Sarah Eastbell
whispered:
"Grandmother P
"Yes. it is I. answered Reuben.
"Come upstairs directly, and don't
-bring anybody with. you;" and then the
head of Mrs. Eastbell appeared over the
first line of balusters in the well stair
case. .
"Go to her," said Sarah, anxiously.
"She would make amende for being in
yoar father s house. Don t thwart her.1
When Reuben Culwick hat reaoUd the
landing stage from which the head of
his old aunt had appeared, he came to a
full stop in hia surprise at discovering
that Second-cousin Sarah was following
him. ,
"So you are here at lasL young fellow
you have swallowed your pride, and
come to see me," were the first words of
Mrs. Eastbell from the bed into which
she had been assisted, and before which
he sat down.
"I have swallowed my pride, aunt, and
come to see you," he said in her own
words. '
"Lucky for you," she answered, "for,
though I didn't tell Sally so, I was not
going to be slighted by -a bit of a boy
like you."
" The door was closed, and they were
together in secret conference, Reuben
and his aunt, with his second-cousin like
a fate, shadowy and still and vigilant.
There was a small table drawn close to
the bedhead, with writing materials upon
it, and a little reading lamp. Sarah was
right. 'At . a strange hour, and in a
strange fashion, which his coming had
suggested, the old woman lying there
had thought of her last duty to the liv
ing, and was now in eager haste to com
plete it.
"You have not -shaken hands with me,
Reuben," she said, and the shriveled hand
stole forth with the old difficulty from the
bed, and he took it in his own, and felt
it cling to his own and detain ie. "If I
have robbed you of your birthright, Reu
ben and Sally says I have I hope you
bear me no ill will."
"Heaven forbid!" was the quick an
swer. "Your father's money has not done me
any good and this big, cold place is .as
dark and dull and empty as the old alms
house was only not so warm, and Sally
not always at my side now. Sally never
slighted me at St Oswald's, mind you,
that's the curious part of it. P don't see
what is to become of her, 'exactly, when
I am not here to look after her," said the
blind woman quaintly. "I'm as unset
tled about her as I was when you came
to me atv Worcester, for she's an unset
tled kind of child, and does strange
things. I did not want her to meet you,
but she would run away at last. You
know my grandson Tom has come to see
me?" i
"Oh, yes."
"I have Tom to think of, too. He's a
good lad. He hasn't forgotten me I
hate people to forget me, Reuben. Still,
Sally's right, and neither she nor I nor
Tom, for that matter has any business
with youf father's money. I didn't see it
quite so clearly a little while ago half
an hour since as I do now'
"But "
"There you go," said the old woman,
querulously; "what's the use of interrupt
ing people while they are talking? When
I got rich, Reuben, I grew greedy, some
how as if riches, after all, were any
good to me! Wasn't I a happy woman at
St. Oswald's? I haven't been happy since
then. When my foolish brother left me
money, he left me trouble, too, and I was
too old for trouble. Now about my Sally
a willful girl enough, but true as steel,
Reuben."
"What of her?" said Reuben, looking
across at Sarah, who sat with her arms
crossed, and her face bent very low, like a
woman asleep.
"I think that I can trust you to see
after my family, If I leave you nil my
money, as she wishes. You are not likely
to turn your back upon Sarah or Tom.
because it is Sarah's wish that I give up
every penny of my own free will."
Sarah is rash," muttered Reuben Cul
wick, "very rash."
"I think it is overdoing it myself," said
the old lady very calmly; "but what peace
shall I have until it s done? Has my
maid put pens, and ink, and paper on
that table? You are a scholar write out
my will, Reuben, in half a dozen lines.
Put it all down to yourself freehold,
leasehold, money, pictures, plate the old
woman gives it all."
"At her granddaughter's wish?"
"And at her own in common fairness.
Reu, to my dead brother's son. There,
write, and let me sign it."
Reuben looked across at Sarah ngain.
From the shadowy background she made
a gesture of assent, earnest, imperative,
and supplicatory.
"And this strange idea is my second-
cousin's?" Reuben said, still looking at
her. "She trusts me so much, knowing
so little of me, in a foggy dream of resti
tution. She thinks of my wrongs, at a
time when I am learning to forget them.
She accepts-; dependence, she risks pov
erty and privation, and puts herself en
tirely in my power."
"Entirely." replied the old woman;
isn't it safe?"
"It Is romance, not reality. A wild
folly, and not the common prudence that
should regulate all lives. I will have
nothing to do with it. Besides, he who
writes a will in which he is interested,
and by which he is to profit,Mioes it at Ids
own risk a very great one in the eyes
of the law. aunt," continued Reuben,
"and after all the document may not be
worth the paper on which it is written.
Hence your will would get into Chancery,
Mrs. Eastbell, depend upon it. I'll give
you my idea, if you'll keep quiet for five
minutes."
"I don't think much of your ideas,"
said Mrs. Eastbell, candidly, "but go on."
Reuben tok up a pen, dipped it into the
ink, and'eommenced writing very rapidly.
The old woman lay back and listened to
the scratching of his pen upon the paper,
and Sarah Eastbell. intensely curious,
advanced on toptoe toward him, and re
garded him defiantly as he curved his
hand before his work and looked hard at
her, with his mouth twitching at the cor
ners, as if his eld aggravating smile
were difficult to repress. When he had
finished writing, he said:
"Now, listen. 'I, Sarah Eastbell, of
Sedge Hill, in the County of Worcester
shire, relict of ' " -
"Never mind that rubbish," interrupted
Mrs. Eastbell; "what doea it mean when
you hare got through it all?"
"This," replied her nephew, looking at
his second-cousin again, "that you leave
all your property to your granddaughter,
Sarah."
"No no!" cried Sarah, taken off her
guard, and coming into the foreground,
1 rebellious and angry; "I "will not have
' this jugglery, grandmother I .will .not
have this done." . - -
"Good gracious!" cried the old lady,
"are you here, too? Why don't you
shriek a little louder, or fire a blunder
buss off in my -ears, or something, Sally?
Of all the aggravating people in the
world I think you are the worst, playing
at shuttlecock with my money, and not
letting me have a word to say about It for
myself. I'll die without a will now ee
if I don't! And here goes, too!"
Mrs. Eastbell flopped wildly over in
bed, and turned her' back upon them.
"See .what your obstinacy has doner
aid Sarah angrily to her cousin.
"One moment," said Reuben; "this is
an idea, Mrs. Eastbell, by which a large
amount of legacy duty is saved. You can
trust Sarah so caH I."
"Yes, but how's it to end?" said Mrs.
EastbelL v
"Only in one way, and that I submit to
your kind consideration. Aunt," he said
in an earnest tone, "before I leave Sedge
Hill I shall ask your permission to pay
my addresses to my Second-cousin Sarah.
I am not worthy of her she knows that!
but I have learned to love her very
much within the last four-and-twenty
hours."
--There was a long silence ' before Mrs.
Eastbell said in a husky voice:
"You don't mean to say, Reuben, that
you have been thinking of my Sally?
That would make this business very
straight and square, and as Sally's fond
of you " v
"Oh, grandmamma! I never said so,"
murmured Sarah Eastbell, without lower
ing her hands from her face.
"What a horrible story-teller you are!"
cried her grandmother.
"It is a mercenary match," said Reu
ben; "I offer myself, without a penny in
the world, to a rich young heiress, who
could do. much better for herself, and
who is far above me in every respect
who is even too young for me, consider
ing what an old fogy I have grown of late
days."
"Yon're no great catch for Sally,- cer
tainly," observed Mrs. Eastbell, "but if
Sally says she'll have, you, it ends the
bother of the money in a proper sort of
way."'
"All your money to Sarah Eastbell,
it being privately understood that Sarah
is not to forget her brother Tom, or her
second-cousin Reuben," said our hero,
taking up the pen.
"Yes, Tom and you can both trust
Sarah," Mrs. Eastbell replied.
' Sarah Eastbell was even now scarcely
satisfied with the drawing up of the will
in her favor it was not what she had
wished had she been less confused, less
happy, she might have suggested fresh
additions and conditions; -but she stood on
the threshold of a new world, with the
man who was the hero of her life in the
foreground of its brightness. She seemed,
to hesitate as her hands were lowered
from her face, and Reuben said mean
ingly: -
"And Sarah Eastbell can trust me, I
hope?"
"Yes," she answered to his appeal,
"but the will should say "
"The will must say neither more nor
less than that you are sole legatee I
will not have my name in connection with
this money," he said very firmly; "and I
prefer," he added in a different and
softer tone, "to be wholly at the mercy
of my second-cousin." i
Sarah said no more in argument. If
there were a man to be trusted in the
world, it was Reuben Culwick; or if there
were a 'man less likely to be moved from
his position, it was surely he also. She
slipped quietly from the room, leaving
Reuben with her grandmother,, and went
downstairs into the drawing room:
She took her place before the fire, fast
dying out with neglect, and thought of
the end of all anxiety and uncertainty,
and of the beginning of her happiness,
with Reuben's love growing stronger ev
ery day, and Reuben's troubles at an end
forever.
(To be continued.)
HER "YARB" TEA.
She Was Not Cured by the Tonne Doc
tor's Prescription After Ml.
Dr. Chase has not long had the priv
ilege of writing "M. D." after his name,
which may account for his belief in the
correctness of his own theories. He is
fond of experimenting with new drugs,
and has a sturdy faith in his own meth
ods and his own prescriptions. He had
been working assiduously on a grip
remedy, says the Chicago News, and
was eager to prove its virtues to two
skeptical colleagues. At length his op
portunity came.
Old Mrs. Luther, who had never been
known to employ a doctor, sent for
him. She undoubtedly had the grip.
The doctor called twice a day, and
watched closely the effect of his treat
ment. He reported the symptoms to his
two friends, the other doctors, and
told them how sure he felt of vic
tory. The old lady did, indeed, begin
to mend. Finally the day came when
the disease was undoubtedly checked.
Then the young doctor called In his
friends.
"Now just tell these doctors, Mrs.
Luther," he began, affably, "how
pleasantly the medicine has affected
you, and all about it"
The old lady fingered the bedquilt
nervously, and finally said, "Well, the
truth Is, doctor, I took only one dose of
your medicine. When my old man gets
sick I have an awful time getting him
to swallow the yarb tea I make, and
when I tasted that medicine of-.yours
and found it so nice and sweet I says
to" myself, 'Now the old man would
take this without a bit of trouble. I'll
save it till he needs it some time, and
I'll go on drinking my yarb tea. It's
only fair if I have the doctor that he
should have the medicine.' And I've
got along pretty well, doctor, now
hain't I?"
The young man joined, - although
rather lamely, in the laugh that follow
ed, i
-Somewhat Different. '
Nell Would you marry a man just
because he happened to be rich?
i Bess Of course not. But then I
would try awfully hard to get him to
marry me. ' n -
Modesty seldom resides in a breast
that is not enriched, with nobler vir
tue. Goldsmith. v
I n 1 1 ' 1 1 i m m
. A Wtoe Old aknt
When a boy, and . still barbarian
enough to delight in -trapping, partly
from a love of the chase that was born
In me and partly to put money into a
boy's empty pocket, I' once caught a
muskrat in a steel trap that slid -off
Into deep water at the first pull, and
so; drowned the creature mercifully,
aula was due to the careful instruc
tions of Natty Dingle, at whose feet
I sat to learn woodcraft,, and who used
the method to save all his pelts. For
often an animal, when caught in a
trap, will snap the bone by a twist of
his body, and then cut the .leg off
with his teeth, and so escape, leaving
bis foot In the trap's jaws. This is
common enough among fur-bearing an
imals to excite no comment; and It is
sad now to remember that sometimes
I would find animals drowned In my
traps that had previously suffered at
the hands of other trappers.
I remember especially one big mus
quash that I was going to shoot near
one- of my traps when I stopped short
at noticing some queer thing about
him. The trap was set in shallow1 wa
ter where a path made by muskrats
came up out of the river into the
grass. Just over the trap was a turnip,
on a pointed stick to draw the crea
ture's attention and give him some
thing to anticipate until he should put
his foot on the deadly pan beneath.
But the old musquash avoided the path
as if he had suffered in such places be
fore. Instead, he came out at another
spot behind the trap, and I saw with
horrible regret that he had cut off both
his forelegs, probably at different
times, when he had been twice caught
in man's abominable inventions. When
he came up out of the stream he rose
on his hind legs and waddled through
the grass like a bear or a monkey, for
he had no forefeet to rest upon. He
climbed a tussock beside the bait with
immense caution, pulled in the turnip
with his poor stumps of forearms, ate
it where he was, and slipped back into
the stream again; while the boy
watched with a new wonder in the
twilight, and forgot all about the gun
he had brought with nlm to shoot
muskrats as he tended his traps..
It does not belong with my story.
kbut that night the traps came in, and
never went out again; and I can never
pass a trap now anywhere without
poking a stick into it to save some
poor Innocent leg. William J. Long,
in Outlook.
Be Tidy.
Robert J. Burdette wrote the follow
ing characteristic introduction to the
chapter on neatness in William P.
Pearce's "Stepping-Stones to Man
hood:" You can make yourself look an Inch
taller by a. neat, well-fitting dress.
You can actually make yourself taller
by an erect, -manly carriage. . Sloven
liness is contagious. It communicates
itself from the dress to tiie character.
The boy who slouches and si amps In
figure and gait is dangerously apt to
slump morally. The dust and grime
on your clothes is liable to get into
THREE ARMS OF THE
WHERE THE PILGRIMS LANDED.
Immigrants First Came to Shore In
Cape Cod Bay.
Plymouth Rock has never been con
sidered the first place where the pil
grims landed. The Mayflower reached
Cape Cod Bay on'Nov. 9, 1620, and two
days later the voyagers were roaming
over the country trying to find a place
to settle, says the Boston Transcript.
Authorities differ as to the exact date
wihen the landing was made at Prov
incetown, but it was" not later than
Nov. 11, 1620. 'John Flske. in his "The
Beginnings of New England," says:
"The foul weather prevented any ac
curate calculation of latitude and longi
tude, and they were so far out in their
reckoning that when they caught sight
of land on the 9th of November it was
to Gape God that they had come. Their
patent gave them no authority to set-V.
l I t i l I 1 tVfrV
Little Stories arid i
Incidents that Will
Interest and Enter
tain Young Readers
mim
your brain. The dirt under your finger-nails
is likely to work into your
thoughts. Grease, spots down the front
of your coat "will destroy self-respect
almost as quickly as a habit of lying.
Tidiness is one of the cheapest lux
uries in the world. It Is also one of
the most comfortable. When you
know, when you are "dead sure." that
you are Just right "perfectly correct"
from hat to shoe-tie. the king of Eng
land couldn't stare you out of counte
nance; he couldn't embarrass you, and
he wouldn't if he could. '
Needed No Asafetaace.
Said William Wantsome: "Quite certain
I am
That you can't, without help, get through
that pot of jam."
Said Christopher Keeps: "Of tha notion
be rid, N
For I can, much obliged all the same."
And he did!
A Tonne Telegrapher.
Robert T. Balrd, aged 11 years, the
son of Robert L. Baird, of Grovania,
Ga., holds a unique place among the
bright youths of Georgia, He is a
fast and accurate telegraph operator,
and has already done regular work
in Western Union offices. At one time
he was in charge of the office at Vi
enna as day operator. Young Baird
seems to have taken to the key by
instinct. When only T he could sit
at the instrument and send before bis
father knew he was acquainted with
the alphabet At 9 he could receive,
and now he is considered a competent
operator.
When Children Play. 1
Sometimes the children play outside
From early until late,
Then blank and still the nursery lies;
The whole house seems to wait.
But when the children come indoors
They race upstairs and shout, -
They tramp across the nursery floor
And pull the things about.
Then all the house seems full of life,
The nursery, stairs and hall;
And on the playground out-of-doors
The blackness seems to fall.
Good Housekeeping.
Baseball in Porta Rico.
The San Juan News says that
Americans have virtually made base
ball the national outdoor sport of
Porto Rico. Tennis tournaments are
also held, and football, cycling and
other pastimes have been tried to
some extent. When a Northerner is
acclimated, it is said, he enjoys the
various forms of outdoor exercise
much as ue does in the North.
JAPANESE SERVICE.
tie here, as It was beyond the Jurisdlc
tion of the London company. They
turned their prow southward, butven
counterlng perilous shoals and a stiff
head wind they desisted and sought
shelter in Cape Cod Bay. Op the 11th
they decided to find some place ox
abode In this neighborhood, anticipa
ting no difficulty in getting a patent
from the Plymouth company, which
was anxious to obtain settlers. For five
weeks, they stayed In the ship while
lfttle parties were exploring the coast
and deciding upon the best site for a
town. It was- purely a coincidence
that the spot which they chose had al
ready received from John Smith the
name of Plymouth, the beautiful port
In Devonshire from which the May
flower had sailed." ' ...
The ten commandments are good
examples of brokea English.
CAN'T GET AT YHE WEEVIL. -
Feet of Southern Cotton Planter. Da
flea Effort at Ita k xtermination.
vi. wuie ume past w. u. .tiunier, a
boll weevil expert in the service of the
Agricultural Department, has been in
vestigating the, habits of th.e pest, with
a view to devising means for its extir
pation. In a report just Issued as an
emergency bulletin he says the work
ef his division for several years "haa
demonstrated that there is not even a
remote probability that the boll weevil
ever will be exterminated." The bulle
tin adds:
"Although the very large yields of
cotton of former times may no longer
be possible, it is, nevertheless, entire
ly feasible to produce cotton at a mar
gin of profit that will compare favora-
Hon of most of the staple crops of the
United States by following what have
become known generally as the cul
tured methods, -Involving changes and
modifications of the system of cotton
raising made necessary by the weevil.
They were originally suggested by a
careful-study of the life history of the
pest, -and naturally any improvements
that may eventually be made will be
the result of the continuation of that
study. They have now been tested
successfully on a large scale by the- di
vision of entomology as well as by
many planters during two very unfa
vorable, seasons. Of greatest advan
tage Is the reducing of the number of
the weevils by the destruction of the
plants in the fall. The advantage thus
gained is followed up by bending every
effort toward procuring an early crop
the following season."
The changes In the cotton-raising
system urgently recommended are:
Early planting with seed from as far,
j north as possible; thorough cultivation
or tne neias, wmcn innuences tne con
stant growth and consequent early ma
turing of the crop; planting the rows
as far apart as feasible and thorough
thinning out of the plants in the rows;
destruction, by plowing up, wlndrow
ing and burning of all the cotton stalks
in the fields as soon as the weevils
become so numerous that practically
all the fruit is being punctured, thus
destroying the very great proportion of
weevils developing late in the autumn,
and extensive use of fertilizers, so as
to procure earlier crops.
A STRANGE MONUMENT IN KOREA.
This monument, in the form of a
bayonet, was erected in Seoul, Korea,
to the memory of Japanese soldiers
who were killed in the war with China.
It is reproduced from the London
Graphic.
A Deferred Restitution.
A pig belonging to a widow named
Murphy mysteriously vanished one
night, and Pat Hennessy, a ne'er-do-well,
was suspected of having had
something to do with its disappear
ance. He denied all knowledge of the
pig, however, and as there was no evi
dence against him he was allowed to
go free; but at Mrs. Murphy's instiga
tion, the priest went to see him.
"Pat," said the priest, "if you've no
fear of the law in this world, at least
give thought to the hereafter. When
you're before the Judgment Seat, what
are you going to say about that pig?"
"Shure, I dunno," replied Pat. "Will
they be after askin' about th pig in
Purgatory, yer Riverince?" t
"They will," said the priest.
"Will Mrs. Murphy be there, yer
Riverince?"
"Yes, Pat"
"An' the pig?"
"Yes, Pat."
"Shure, I'll wait an give it to her
thin, yer Riverince." Woman's Home
Companion.
Infant Marriages.
According to recent census report.
143 boys and 187 girls under one year
of age were married in India during a
single year. The record during the
same year for marriages of children
under five years was 2,297 for boys and
3,534 for girls. As a consequence of
this state of affairs there were, at the
time the census was taken, twenty
two widowers and twenty-seven wid
ows less than a year old, and some 300
less than five years old.
Not in Such Cold Weather.
Bridget The butcher's wagon's at
the. door, mum.
Mrs. Housekeep Ah! has he got
pigs' feet?
Bridget How kin Oi tell, mum?
Shure, 'tis too cold fur him to be goin
barefooted this weather. Philadelphia
Press.
About all the difference between a
guest from New York and one from
Smith's Cross Roads is that the former
refers to the servant girl as a maid,
and the latter wants to sit in the
kitchen and visit with her.