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Show fefUfl the youngest ana precuest 01 trie nieces, who had Been The Morning Patriot, Pa-triot, with tho printed slip missing from the list of advertisements, and could put two and two together as well as any one. And Miss Maroon answered, sharply, that she was not suited at all. Henrietta Gregory in The New York Ledger. paper. She had read it twice over and rather liked the way in which it was worded. She hjid asked herself, "Why not?" and echo had returned no unfaver-able unfaver-able response. And slio had, so to speak, taken her fate into her own hands and come boldly to Infleld-on-the-Hudson. But now, as the moments sped by, she was beginning to wax secretly uneasy. Suppose there should be any mistake? Suppose the advertiser should be "suited" already? Suppose any number of awkward awk-ward circumstances to have interposed themselves in the way of her welfare? But, just as she was beginning to make herself thoroughly uncomfortable, tliore came a tap, tap at the door, and in walked a stout, short man with a red necktie and a countenance to match I "Lady from New York?" said this personage, per-sonage, without the least embarrassment. Miss Maroon rose with dignity. "Yes, sir," said she. He was not exactly aristocratic looking. look-ing. There was no mistake about that. He wore no gloves, and his hands were stumpy and freckled his hair stuck up like the bristles of the fretful porcupine, and his face, although good natured, bore in it no trace of ancient blood or or lofty lineage! But Miss Maroon bethought be-thought herself of the old proverb about the deceitfulness of appearances, and plucked up spirit. "You saw the advertisement, I suppose?" sup-pose?" said the stout man. "I did, Bir," said Miss Maroon. "Think you'll suit?" questioned the stout man. "Sir?" said Miss Maroon. "Because he's a little peculiar," explained ex-plained the man; "aud it ain't everybody meets his views, you see!" "Oh!" said Miss Maroon, a light break-inn break-inn in II noil her fin rlr nous "r.lun vnn ova otner aon't make much difference," remarked re-marked the stout man with the bristly hair. "Our last was 60, and she had a pretty tidy notion of her business, too, only" , , Miss Maroon looked surprised. "I thought I understood you to say that the gentleman had never been married," said she. "No more he lias," said the man. "I aint talking about wives. I'm talking about nurses." "What!" cried Miss Maroon. The stout man looked hard at her for a minute or two; then ho plunged his hand deep down into his coat pocket and extracted thence a slip cut from a newspaper. news-paper. "It's all writ down here in black and white, plain enough," said he: 'Wanted, an experienced and trustworthy attendant at-tendant for a gentleman of Inflrm mind. To the right person a literal remuneration will be oltered. Apply on Wednesday next between (he hours of 10 and 1 at the Wcdgewood house, Infield-on-the-Hudson. "You see," he added, as he refolded the paper and returned it to his pocket, "we didn't exactly like to put it down in the paper as lie was a crazy man." "But that isn't the advertisement I saw at all," said Miss Maroon, growing alternately pale and red in her consternation. conster-nation. "It was in The Daily Visitor," said the stout man, "as we put our notice." "And it was The Morning Patriot that I saw," cried Miss Maroon. "A Mr. Delano De-lano St. John, of St. Johnsgrove, Infleld-onithe-Hudson, who wanted" "A wife," said the stout man, with twinkling eyes. "I thought so! I seen his carriage go by half an hour ago, with a pretty little black eyed woman, in cherry colored ribbons aud" I' rA T 1 ... . " ALL A MISTAKE. "I dare say, all my relatives will think It very silly of me," said Miss Maroon. "But I really think I am quite old and experienced enough to manage these The Eighth hussars of the British army have a gazello for "child of the regiment." regi-ment." It accompanies the regiment everywhere, ev-erywhere, and is an especially conspicuous conspicu-ous figure on the Sunday church parade, when it accompanies the band, leading the line with a stately tread, apparently imitated from that of the drum major. vw uj juuiu puiuuaise: almost al-most screamed Miss Maroon. "Aud a black parasol lined with scarlet?" "Some sort of a rig of that description," descrip-tion," said tho stout man. 'The bold, pert, unfemhiiue thing!" said Miss Maroon, vehemently fanning herself. "I've seen her, this long time, walking up and down the piazza! She's the very oue that camo down iu the stage with me! And here she has whisked off with the advertising man, and left me all alone aud deserted!" "She's got the clear start of vou, it seems," said the stout man, as lie rose up and looked around for his hat. "Well, if you don't like the idee of my situation" "I decline it, most certainly," said Miss Maroon, precipitately. "Landlady!" "It would not bo such a bad "idea," coaxed the stout man, "if" not the party himself?" "Oh, no," said the stout man. "No; I'm the business man ! I settle everything for him." "I should prefer negotiating with principals,' prin-cipals,' said Miss Muroon, drawing herself her-self up. "It's the usual way we does it," remarked re-marked her interlocutor, picking a broom splint from the floor, asid beginning to chew it. "The usual way?" repeated Miss Maroon, Ma-roon, more puzzled than ever. "May I ask how often the the gentleman has been married before?" "Never been married in his life," said the stout man. "Circumstances . was against it, you see," "Oh!" said Miss Maroon. ' "He ain't hard to .manage," said the stout man. "Them he takes a fancy to can do most anything with him." affairs for myself. And I've heard of a great many happy marriages that have been arranged just in this way. To be sure, it is running a risk; butafter alk life is a lottery, and one has to take tilings as they come, in this world." Miss Malviua Maroon (generally known as "Mally" by her friends and acquaintances) acquaint-ances) was sitting in a very stiff backed chair, in the best room of the little country tavern at Infleld-on-the-IIudson. The stage had been in for an hour at least, and Miss Maroon was tired of waiting. wait-ing. She had chirped to the thrush in his cage, counted all the little red balls on the Jerusalem cherry tree in the window, and looked at the picture of the "Signing of the Declaration of Independence" Independ-ence" until she knew every wig and buckled shoe by heart, aud still nobody had come to meet her. She was beginning begin-ning to feel a little uneasy at this unexpected unex-pected delay. The landlord had peeped at her, under pretense of coming to rill up the big stone pitcher with fresh cabbage cab-bage roses; the landlady had courtesied at the door, and asked her if she should cook a little piece of steak or a dish of brook trout for her dinner. "I don't expect to be here to dinner," aid Miss Maroon, with dignity. "Oh!" said the landlady. "My friends will doubtless be here to meet me in a very few minutes," explained ex-plained Miss Maroon, glancing at the clock. "Ah!" said the landlady. But this was where Miss Maroon had " , intrenched somewhat on the strict truth. She bad no. friends at. Infield-on-the. Hudson. She had come there under our breath be it spoken with the desperate des-perate resolve to answer a matrimonial MvertiwmeDt. She had seen it in the . ',. J "Landlady!" repented Miss Maroon, more energetically than ever. And the stout man went out, thrusting his hands into his pockets as ho did so. The landlady land-lady bustled in. "A carriage, please, to the railway depot," said Miss Maroon. "Won't you wait for the Btage, ma'am?" said the landlady. "It'll be along in half au hour." "I wouldn't stay here another five minutes min-utes for all the gold of Golconda," said Miss Maroon. So the rickety one horse chaise of the establishment was geared up, and Miss Maroon, shedding secret tears of vexation vexa-tion and disappointment behind her veil, went back. And when her nephews and nieces asked about her sudden journey to Infleld-on-the-Hudson, she told them that she had been to look for summer board. J'Apd weren t you suited, auntie, dear?" Miss Maroon cast down her eyes and simpered at this. "Did you bring any references?" said the stout man, abruptly. "References!" echoed Miss Maroon.' "Ever had any experience?" he went on. "Sir!" said Iiss Maroon. "I reallv don't quite understand" "Your age seems quite suitable," said the man. "I calculate you're about 40, ain't you? We couldn't give you many holidays, nor Sundays out, but for a good, reg'lar, steady place" "Stop," cried Miss Maroon, "do stop! I don't at all know what you're talking about. Holidays Sundays out! I'd have you to know that I am no housemaid looking for a place. And as for being 40 years old, my appearance must lie verv deceptive if you take me for anywhere near that age. I am only six-and-thirty." 'Thr or four rears one wav or the i |