Jasper Republican, Volume 2, Number 15, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 December 1875 — A Golden Girl. [ARTICLE]

A Golden Girl.

Thebe is a servant girl living in a family on Howard street who wouldn’t be permitted to change places if ten dollars per week would be any inducement for her to stay. She makes it her special duty to meet all agents and beggars at the door and to dispose of them without tne least annoyance to the family. She has a rule to meet each case, and her rules are perfection. The door.bell never fools her. She can tell a caller’s ring from a beg. gar’s ring as certainly as the bell is touched. When ahe opens the door and

finds a man with a red goatee” h>Yin£ a clothes-wringer in his hand, she doesn’t wait for him to hem and haw and sdty that his clothes-wringer beats all the other wringers ever made. She gets the" start by “You seem like a decent, respectable man, and as a friend I warn you that the owner of the house saw you come tip the steps and he ran into me back yard to unchain his Russian blood-hound." The man with the red goatee slings that wringer over his right shoulder and can ters out of that neighborhood with his teeth on edge and cold chills playing tag up and down his back. **" The next one may be a young lady, who boldly inquired for the lady of the house, and has a new kind of face-powder to sell. “ You can go in,” whispers the girl, “ and I will stand at the door so as to rush in when you call. If the mistress asks you to taste anything, beware of poison. She may not have her little revolver with her this morning, and I guess it will be safe for you to go in!” “Why—why ’’ stammers the young lady. “Go right in—she may not be dangerous!” “ Never mind—l’ll call again—I’m in a hurry!” And that settles that case. The next is one of those old chaps who go about with tears in their eyes, willing to work if work can be had, but never finding any work their health will permit them to do. “ Madam," he says, as she opens the door, “ for Heaven’s sake let me work at something long enough to earn a slice of bread!" She motions for hitn to go around to the side door and is there to let him in. She hands him an ax weighing seven pounds, with a straight handle, points to three or four big knots which have become almost petrified, and softly says: “You look hungry, and as soon as you split those up I’ll give you the best meal you’ve had in a month.” She goes in and he spits on his hands, Idoks at the old ax, and then folds his little tent and slips through the gate like a shadow of fate. Then the little girl who canvassea for the orphan asylum rings the hell. She is met with a smile, and the hired girl says: “ You poor little thing! I pity the orphans, and I’d like to give you some money. If you will get the Mayor tocome here and say that it is all right I will give you tliree cents.” The little girl thoughtfully pursues her way and another case comes, is met and disposed of, and the mistress of that house is never disturbed or annoyed.— Detroit Free Preet.