The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-06-15


81 DO NOT LOVE MY CALLING"
Ny richly caparisoned robe de mutt lay
across the foot of the bed She caught
it firmly by the sleeve and flung it into
the wardrobe. l said: Bon jour, Nine
O'Selle." She did not reply.
Catching pillow by the corner she
shucl1ed it dexterousiy on the floor.
Then she nimhly yanlsed the case off the
other, and afterward skinned off the
sheets. When / would resume my writ
ing she would pause in her duties and
look at me fTTfively. When looked up
again she would resume her havoc.
She was rather plain; not the kind of
plainness that often goes along with
great mental power, but the kind that
you might expect in ahippOpotarnus that
had no early advantages except a hare
lip. She seemed to think it odd that l
should be IA my room writing at that
hour OF the day while there was a base
ball game going on. She did not under
stand that L WIS Htterateur
Finally [ could bear the restraint no
longer; so, politely raising my nat, which
had been on the bureau all this time, |
asked:
do | address the chanlbermaid?"
"You CO." she sad shyly, as she threw
the mattress across the footboard, knock
ing the prehistoric dust out Of it in
beautiful oloud.
Would Won mind telling mo whether
SOU are perfectly happy?' iexclaimed.
'Oh, no, l ana not happy little bit, .
she rnurmured-
''Anddo you not love your calhng?"
mo, do not love my calling. Why
4hOold 1--WE zny caIfing7 I love TO
mingle with the glad throng. 1 was
born on Coney Island, where It WIS one
round OF pleasure al t2,e 1.-Two long sum
mer day. My father was an artist. lie
had al atclier on the beach, where he
took tin types in Il group. Like all
artists he was imprOviQent. His tastes
were far in advance of his income. But
he loved my mother truly, and when not
working at his art he would often turn
the wTinger for her"
"And you We're happy them
'Ah, yes. So happy! so happy! 1
partOok of my fathers artistic tastes, but
physically l resemble my mother. She
cared nothing for art, Int could catch
barrel of pork by the chimes and throw
it into a wagon all by her lone self"
"And what makes you unhappy now?'
"The hungry waves ate into the beach
cen as the rhubarb pie is eat into by the
laughing boy. The red flag Of the auc-
tiOneer arose on the Du John tower Of the
big hotel. The kodak knocked the talents
out of my pale. artist father and he took
to drink Rum entered his mouth and
foohshly stole away his brains, return
ing them with thanks, however, on the
following day"
And this business is not congenial to
your"
mo, it is not pant for the smell of
the salt sea. In me dreams l hear the
glad voices of CUney Island and recall
those happy times when the beautiful
South Beach on Staten Island had not
robbed us of our bread aud drawn away
the merry throng. 1 also loved fragile
young street car driver on the Broadway
line He was a laia. He was an ex-
cellent horseman, and with the reins in
his strong hands he did not fear the most
fiery steed | do not think he knew
what fear was. I've seen a team cut up
real mean with Hiram, but he never
blanched. But one day as he was going
home from Coney Island. whittier he had
went to breathe few vows into my ear,
a policeman that weighed over 260
pounds. and who had not dubbed any
one for so long that the other police
chaffed him and poked fun at him, de
coyed Hiram into an alley and beat out
quite large quantity of his brains, from
the loss of which he never fully recov-
cred"
What did you do them
81 had to 90 ont Go service. as they say
in the English books. | spent one sum
mar, however. at Heidelberg. training
my voice for cllamberworik Then I
went to Milan. where learned how to
make up bed with ACCORDION pleatlpg
across the top. also learned how 10 !
give bed an AR of plumpness even
when in state of collapse. Now l can
get a job any time Yesterday was
offered s. job in a nsv play in New York |
You know that an good plays have a
chaInbermaid in the first ac5 that comes |
in and claims to dust the furniture, and |
also wonders where the butler Is she |
generally wears a solitary alum ring. |
and din't know how to dust a chair no |
more than Psrdition could refrain from !
searching feather. So csa take that |
place and also throw oC. the villain at |
the close Of the ses, for l inherited me !
nether's gift Of strength together with !
fathers love OF art.
nd so you would leave this profes-
Eich You ROW adorn?"
am tired of waiting on my IN
d making UP beds for disagree
Z, II whom take no interest,
in
gathered u. her traps and I