Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-08-30
CHAPTER V.
GUESSING.


dined that evening at little Italian
| restaurant, around thu corner from Mon
sieur Muscles, Ia Second avenue, where
very edible dinners were served for very
reasonable prices. While was discuss
ing my macaroni there an incident be-
fell which struck me- as both interesting
and suggestive. A young lady entered
from the street carrying e baslzet--a
small and rather pretty basket, woven
of bright green and red straw. She was
manifestly not a stranger in the place,
for Immediately upon her entrance one
Of the walters stepped forward to meet
her, and taking her basket from her he
handed her bill of fare. This docu-
ment she studied for a minute, then
spoke to the waiter as if giving him an
order. He went of bearing her basket
with him and during his absence she
stood near tho E7ruyxs desk and cia~et1ti
with the proprietor's wife, Mrs Maras-
chini, who sat in state behind it.
Presently the waiter came back and re-
/ stored her basket to her, now lnanifest1y
heavier than when she had parted with
! it, and having settled her score and
given the waiter his gratuity she re-
turned into the street. This episode, l
say, struck me as both interesting and
suggestive. Interesting because the
young lady who sustained the chief role
/ in it was very far from commonplace
/ in her appearance. OF all known types
Of feminine beauty that which person
ally admire the most is 5he Titianesque,
the woman who is Of large and generous
mold, yet softly rounded, with small
head set upon q full and graceful neck,
O. white skin just transparent enough to
he warm in the cheeks, and, to crown all,
golden brown eyes and golden reddish
lair. And Of this type had never seen
q nobler specimen than this young per
son of whom for some three minutes /
had been suffered to gaze my eli tonight
10 Maraschini's.
IF ever am to fall in love-" l said
to myself, sit will be with woman Of
that sort. That is the sort Of woman /
have always longed to paint-a figure
tail and strong yet rich and supple and
womauly; skin like the flesh Of a
cene1lia, yet delicately touchsd with
color of rose; nair like mesh of h3nes,
and eyes that can light up with laughter,
melt with tenderness. or burn with
passion, according to her mood. l have
always longed to paint woman of that
sort, but models are so hard to find, so
rare. A perfect model I have never
seen until tonight. wonder who she
is"
And wondering who she was, began
to perceive the suggestiveness of the
episode. 1t seemed to me to suggest
that my fair unknown must have an in
valid relative at home - father,
mother, brother, husband, unable to
leave the house-to whom she was
bringing the contents of her basket
And then all at once it flashed across
my mind, "What If she should be Miss
Eczardyl Miss Eczardy, come for her
fathers dinnerI" l grant you that was
an entirely unwarranted and far fetch
ed conjecture; more especially SO be-
cause this girls style was essentially
southern and Italian, and Miss Eczardy
was Russian; but it took possession of
my fancy with the tenacity of proved
fact.
"Yes, I'll lay wager that was Miss
Eczardy come for her fathers dinner. By
Jove, il that magnificent creature lives
under the same roof with me- Upon
that hypothesis as corner stone my i'm
agination proceeded to rear fair and
radiant castle in the air.
| did not see the exterminator again
until the next afternoon. Meanwhile
the musical entertainment above stairs
had been repeated, leaving me to infer
that DR.. Eczardy's health was still on
the mend. When next afternoon Mu-
selle dropped in to see me, after we
had exchanged the ordinary salutations,
"And our invalid up stairs?'' began; 81
hope he continues to feel better"
''Oh, yes; e feel pretty good. e ave
his hups and his downs, you know, and
JUS now e ave a hup. By and by e
ave u down again, then mebbe another
hup. But he never get well. e die be-
fore twelve lnawns, bet you feefty dol
! lars"
DO they keep house up stairs there,
or do they go out to their meals, as dor
eyes, she go bout. Not him e can't.
e too sick Il stay at 'ome vile she 20
bout and get his dinner in basket.