The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-03-02

A PART OF HS LIFE"
"Your tradespeople are attentive?
send proper joints? Never have loins Of
mutton, my dear--the most wasteful
dish there is. And as for ribs of beef,
my housekeeper tells me that there is no
undercut in them. Positively no under
cut. Little hints of that kind are in
valuable to receive. /. never order ribs
of beef now"
This passed. Elizabeth neither know
ing 10 caring anything about the merits
Of under-cuts, was still ruminating mis-
chievously on the droll idea of establish
ing visiting book wherein to detail in
order the names of their residents in a
small and remarkably quiet neighbor-
hood, when her monitress departed.
eve are to keep book, John, of all
our engagements, and l am to enter in it
my visitors as they call. in succession.
First of all came Mr.. and Mrs. Foster,
then the Rector and Mr.. Reeves, Lord
Burchell, and Mrs. and Miss Page-Gore.
am afraid it will be the same over and
over again, unless | am to insert Lady
Adelaide herself here and there, by way
of variety. And, John, be sure you en-
gage old and valued servants, it so i'm
portant. that they should be attached to
you--"
aLizziew
Elizabeth hung her head.
The next day she had cold.
Down came Lady Adelaide, kinder
than ever. BIack-currant tea-lozenges
the best were the 'pates de quimauves,'
quite invaluable, had cured Sir Waiter
repeatedly-and jelly, little currant
jelly, so soothing asd refreshing-were
all by turns prescribed. The jelly should
be sent down from the Priory at once,
and the lozenges she would order on her
way back through the village. Oh, it
was mere nothing, mile or two round
the drive would do her good. Was
Elizabeth's throat blistered? Had she
headache? Feverish?
a Yes, all three; and size would have
given the world to be let alone besides.
John came to the rescue.
s'She is not to talk. and this room is
too hot for you, Aunt Adelaide; come
and take turn round the garden"
"And is poor dear Elizabeth to be left
by herselfT
Even so. Hard-hearted John kept his
visitor out Of doors during the whole of
her stay, and saw her safely off in the
barouche ere he returned to his wife's
room for the remainder of the day.
"My ladys compliments, na'a,n, to
know how you is this morning.
Before 9 O'Clock, Elizabeth's abigail
brought this message, as she arranged her
MISTRESS tea-tray by the bedside.
Elizabeth was no better.
"My lady's compliments, ma'am, to
know how you is this afternoonF"
Worse.
A groom rode over in the evening. His
master and mistress were going to Brigh-
ton on the following day, but would put
off their departure if Mrs. Tresham were
no better.
By no means. Mr.. Tresham would
not hear of such thing. The doctor
had just left, and there was nothing to
be in the least alarmed about.
Accordingly dainty note was left at
the Cottage on the following morning,
when the carriage returned from the
station.
"My dear, do take care Of yourself. /
feel quite cruel, quite wicked, running
off in this way. But Sir Walter thinks
we must; and dear John, too, 70 like
himself, to insist upon it. A few lines,
a postcard, sent to B Square will
let us know how you are. Pray, my
dear Elizabeth, do not think of writing
yourself. John, or your maid, will, I
know, kindly take the trouble.
"In haste, your affectionate
n ''AUNT ADELAIDE.
"P. $50 much to do.
"P. S.-Have you tried Porous Plas-
ter on the chestT'
Sick as she was, Elizabeth laughed
aloud.
"John, your aunt is perfect. She is
unique. Where did you get such an
aunt? Pray, John, get me porous
plaster to put on my chest, because my
throat is sore. And, John, 20 at once to
the post-office and get postcard, or
better still, send telegram. Oh. dear
/ am very naughty and very wretched.
Even my ears seem to ache, and my head,
eyes, everything. When viii the doctor
.eomeT 'f
The doctor gave very little comfort
when he did come.
1t was sore throat, a very sore throat.
1t hurt her very much when she swal
lowed? Humph! Could she gargle?
He prescribed gargle and went away.
But at night he came again. He hap
pened to be passing and thought per-
haps they might like him to look in.
Could Mrs. Tresham Let him have a
peep?
John held the candle, and there it was.
the dreaded white bar all down one side
of the throat"
"That will do," said DR.. Birch, care
lessly. 1--WE must get that throat put
right somehow, Mrs. Tresham, and you
must have some sleep. Is it too sore?
Ahl yes, sore throats are very uncom-
Portable things There are great many
of them going about just now. ! won't