St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1894-06-14

to table. mere was an nnnOIN
SAVIOR OF garlic in the beans.
1T is true" said the blue-a proned
landlord. 1T IS most true. The
English lady has said II a hundred
times-it Is not possible to eat IN this
rabbit-hutch Of village. What
would YOU :" He flung his 10 fat
fingers into the air. His excellency
comes from outside; he understands
all things. Therefore ! tell no lies.
This IS truth. Il was my cook, my
thrice accursed beast OF a cook, who
placed the garlic therein. Twas but
a thought-a hOwer-a breathing.
And what should we poor savages
among our rice fields comprehend Of
the tastes of their lordships from
London, from Lindisursti from
Stonicros? Ii was the merest
breathing-a flower! And even the
English lady at the CASTLE
Look here" I said. It's too
bad These figs are rotten. There
are worms in them. Ob-hang the
English lady and the castle!"
GAS your excellencv commands.
Padrone. You are master. go for
your coffee and-behold! l did but
send but one little lad up the hill to
call her, and behold She comes-she
is here. Mees.'
He backed out of the darkened
room hastily, and behind him, in the
doorway, framed by the outer glare,
stood perforated figure, the first
glimpse of which brought me with a
scramble to my feet. Then l looked
a second time and sat down, awk
wardly.
III you please, sir, hear that you
sent for me, up to the castle. Is
there anythink l can do? Anythink
in the way of TRANSMITTING :" asked
fat, Enthusiastically English voice,
and | thanked her and said No"
As she came further into the room
l could see her face, composed
middle-aged face; it might have been
pretty, with pink and white fresh
ness, some 20 years earlier. She
wore the neat skirt, trim jacket and
circumspect black bonnet of the we'll
trained British maid, and she seemed
to want 10 be spoken to.
"Are yOu-have you been living
here long ~ l asked, not knowing
what on earth to say.
Ever since lef' Lady Lamb, sir
That was my first place. I was
lady's maid to her ladyship, sir
That was in Venice years ago,
was damdecompany 10 the old con-
tessa. T'resa's children. They
p'raps you noticed, sir-they call me
the English lady in the village
meanin' no offense, sir. But they're
all foreigners ere. They don't I'm
derstand differences.
Wont you sit down? I suppose
you come from somewhere Hamp-
shire way? I said, remembering
something which had puzzled me in
my hosts remarks.
New Forest. sir" Her eye
frightened. I'VE were all Forest
people, born and bred Forest, at
home Father was keeper at the
Mark Ash lodge. sir, Stoneycross
way. When I first went 10 Venice,
used to dream about the big trees
night after night All the miles and
miles of drOOpin' beech boughs, and
the rain PATTERN on green leaves,
PATTERN and patterin'-soft.' She
smoothed down the cuffs Of her
jacket, glancing apologetically at
the window where a single white
hot ray OF sunshine cut the dead air
of the room like knife, and the flies
buzzed in a thick, black smudge
across the table. 81 was young, you
see, sir. ad never been away from
'ome. An Lady Lamb was more
particular in her ways; she was very
'aughty with servants and people,
like that was 'er ladyship, very
'aughty. That was in the year Sc:
The h'Austrians was in Venice then.
Fine big men they were too-very
near as good as Englishmen. An
lad a color in those days, sir; people
called me not bad looking
had lit my cigar. Yes I said.
''Sit down, :: you don't mind, and
tell me all about it.
She didn't sit down. She had on
black kid gloves-in that heat. She
kept fdgeting with the buttons and
the fit of the fingers. Lord, sir, |
there isn't so much to tell. Though |
it made difference TO meet me at
the time, it did. | was a comm
'ome one evening across the big
piazza where the arches is; l 'ad
been gettin' Lady Lamb book
from the English libr'rv Err lady
ship was dreadful particular about
'er books; an it 'ad KEEP me later
than knew of; and there, just as l
was passin' one of them big lit-up
caffy places-comes one of the
Austrian gentlemen in his uniform,
strand e steps up to me and lays
is and, with the white glove on it,
on my arm. Pretty grill e seq in
is broken way @ English. Airs like
sunshine, e seq, and cheek of roses!
You come NIT me, pretty girl. An
we sends die old katie to the devil,
where she belongs seq e. Then l
took a good look at i'm, sir, an
saw twas one of the Austrian