Rensselaer Union, Volume 7, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 July 1875 — That Hired Girl. [ARTICLE]

That Hired Girl.

When she came to work for the family on Congress street the lady of the house sardown and told her that agents, bookpeddlers, hat-rack men, picture-sellers, ashbuyers, rag-men and all that class of people must be met at the front door and coldly repulsed, and Sarah said she’d repulse ’em if she had to break every broomstick in Detroit. And she did. She threw the door open wide, bluffed right up to ’em, and when she got through talking the cheekiest agent was only too glad to leave. It got so after awhile that peddlers marked drat house and the door-bell never rang except for company. The other day as the lady of the house was enjoying a nap and Sarah was wiping otf the spoons the bell rang. She hastened to the door expecting to see a lady, but her eyes encountered a slim man dressed in black and wearing a white necktie. He was the new minister and he was going around to get acquainted with the members of his flock, but Sarah wasn't expected to know this. “ Ah—um—is Mrs.—ah !” “ Git!” exclaimed Sarah, pointing to the gate. “ Beg pardon, but I’d like to see see 1” “ Meander!” she shouted, looking around for a weapon, “we don’t want any flour-

sitters here!” “You are mistaken,” he replied, smiling blandly; “I called to- ” Don’t want anything to keep moths swap—fly!” she exclaimed, getting red in the face. “ Is the lady in?” he inquired, trving,to look over Sarah’s head. “ Yes, the lady's in, and I’m in, and you're out!” she snapped; “and now I don’t want to stand here talking to a flvtrap agent any longer. Come, lift your boots!” “ I am not an agent,” he said, trying to smile, “ I am the new ” “Yes, I know you—you are the new man with a patent flat-iron, but we don’t want any, and you’d better go before I call the dog!" ill you give the lady my card and say that 1 called.” " No, I won’t. We’re bored to death with cards and handbills and circulars. Come, I can’t stand here all day.” " Didn’t you know that I was a minister ?” he asked as he backed off. "No, nor I don't know it now; you look like the man who sold the woman next door a dollar chromo for eighteen shillings!” . ■ # “ But here is my card.” . “ I don’t care for cards. I tell von! If ypu« leave that gate open I’ll heave a flow-er-pot at you!” “ I will’ aall again,” he said as he went through the gate. “It won’t do you any good!” she shouted after him: “we don’t want no prepared food for infants—no piano music—no stuffed birds! I know the policeman on this beat, and if you come round here again he’ll soon find out whether you are a confidence man or a vagrant!” And she took unusual care to lock the door. — Detroit Free Press. —Mrs. Evh Joyce, of Oswego, has sued Mr. Albert Quonce for SI,OOO for attempting to kiss her. Joyce that are rarest are Eva the moat expensive.