Elect Lady

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. In a kitchen of moderate size, flagged with slate, humble in its appointments, yet looking scarcely that of a farmhouse - for there were utensils about it indicating necessities more artificial than usually grow upon a farm - with the corner of a white deal table between them, sat two young people evidently different in rank, and meeting upon no level of friendship. The young women held in her hand a paper, which seemed the subject of their conversation.