The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1868-05-08

your coming.
Is it to We wondered at that the Doctor
found his patient In convulsions of lausb
ter, oxtbat he joined hertz her m.rr;mant
Where did you and that treasure % he.
asked. IA = no
Harry Sent her from the. ofice'
Stage struck, evidently,s though where
she picked up the fifth cut actress manner
remains to be seen
The professional part of his visit over.
the Doctor stayed for chat. We were
warmly discussing the news of the day,
when-whew the door few open, and in
stalked Mary, and announced, with swing
OF her arm :s
The butcher. ma lam r.
L saw the doctors eyes twinkle, but he
began to write IN his ~memerandom book
with intense gravity.
Well, Mary, he is not waiting p
The dinner waits, [" She replied "Shall
prepare the viands as my ewn Judgment
shall Greet, or will your inclination dictate
TO me r"
Cook them as you viii, but have good
dinner for Mr. Harvey at : clock. y
"Betwcen the strokes twill wait his APP
petite. And with another sweeping
courtesy, she left the room, the door, as US
uai after her exit, standing wide open.
She was good as her word Without
any order from me. she took it for granted
that Harvey would dine up stairs, and set
the table out In my room. | was beginning
to let my keen sense of the ludicrous trl
umph over pain and weariness; and
watched her, stranglng the laugh, until
she was down stairs. To see her stab the
potatoes and behead the celery was per
tect treat, and the air OF a martyr preparing
poison, with which she poured out the wa
ter, was perfect. Harry was evidently pre-
pared for fun, for he watched her as keenly
as | did. @
Not one mouthful would she bring to me
until she had made it as dainty as could be;
MASKING my potatoes with the movement
%. a saint crushing ylpers, and buttering
my bread IN a manner that fairly transform
ed the knife into dagger. \ ct the mos
inent she brought it to me, all the affecta-
ton dropped, and no mother could have
been more naturally tender. Evidently,
with all her nonsense, she was kind hearted.
1t took but one day to find that we had
secured perfect treasure. Her cooking
was exquisite enough for the palate of an
eplcure; she was neat to nicely, and
soon found her puuctual and trustworthy.
Her attentions to myself were touching IN
their watchful Kindness. | think her
large, strong frame, and consciousness of
physical superintendent to me In my tiny
form and helpless state, reused all the
motherly tenderness in her nature, and she
lavlshed it upon me freely.
l often questioned her about her former
places discovered to my utter amszement
that She was in theater, never saw or
read a play, and was entirely innocent of
novel reading.
| had become so used to her manner, and
no longer feared that she was insane, when
one evening my gravity gave way utterly,
and for the first time laug he'd in her face.
She had been arranging my bed and sell
for the night and was just leaving the
room, holding in one hand an empty pitch
er and in the other my wrapper. Suddenly
drunken man IN the street called out,
with yell that really was startling, though
by no means mysterious. Like fash,
Mary struck an attitude. One foot ad
yanced, her body thrown slightly forward,
the pitcher held out and the wrapper
waved aloft, she cried out in voice OF per-
feet terror:
Gracious heavings! what hideous
screams is those p
Gravity was gone. | fairly screamed
with laughter and ner motiouicss attitude
and wondering lace only increased ;he iun.
Go down, Mary or you will Kill - l
gasped at last,
Apparently unconscious 1T the cause Of
my meiruient. she went slowly from the
room, waving alternately, the pitcher aud
wrapper.
To see Der flourish the dust brush would
strike terror to the heart of the most dar
ing spider; and no words OF mine can de
scribe the frantic energy with which she
punches pillows, or the grim satisfaction on
her face at the asonies of spot of dirt she
rubs out of existence The funniest part of
all is her perfectly stolil unconsciousness of
doing anything out OF the way.
Harry found out the explanation. She
had lived for ten years with retired act
ress and actor, who wished to bury the
knowledge Of their past life, and who never
mentioned the stage. Retaining in pri
vate life the attitude and tones of their
old profession, they had made it kind of
sport to buriesque she passions they SO Of
ten initiated. and poor Mary had uncon
sciou<fy fallen into the habit Of copying
their peculiararitics. When they left for
Europe she found her way into the nteli-
gence Office, where Harry secured her.
Long, long may she remain "Our Gal. y