The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1895-04-14

Dental talk. They had Discovers !.
there was no oil in the eiegan, ,,.a aas
lamp. but that fact had not gs,s.ssaR
them very much. as they prere-rss -
gas. The lady was IN the Yn;ss. az
little story when the light Jared Inn -
faded TO a blue flame and wsrs 90
leaving the room in total dsrs.at
What IS the matfer?' cried ira -
panion, trying to relight IL. wa
offs.'
Turned 1t oTr What for. r,.
think we are such idiots that we'd NJ
liz out Wv
NO. but to save the gas"
'.Oht"
The clock in the church near BY .,,.>
ten,
Yes. believe they have turned !,
said the lady solemnly. Get ths 80.
out of the bedroom while ring the 49,.
The companion CROPPED her way scr.
the dark, chilly length OF the hes-ss'aa
and lighted the candle. The sootv VI. ~
Ann came painting heavily upstairs
what is the matter with the ras~.
quired the lady.
Faith an the master turns Il on :.
10 o'clock. num-
THE ideal" exclaimed the comna,,..
indignantly.
Tell him never TO let IL happen ar,,,-
said the lady in her haughtiest tone
''Yes'm. I'll tell him." and Mary A..
gtggied softly TO herself as though a.
thought 1t a great joke that anyhos.
would send down such an order.
IL was a little later in the night
MY soul; this bed is awful."
1t was the lady, and no one ever Assse
such an expression from her unless Gala
forth by extremity OF woe. The com
panion had gotten up softly. and was s,.
ting on the edge OF her couch in melan.
choiy silence. but when that cry cana an.
of the darkness she reused herself.
Hasn't she done anything TO YOUR
either? Mine is past sleeping upon. /, =
such series of hills and hollows."
what do you suppose the Mattress.
are stuffed WITH" the lady inquired N
tone of lively curiosity.
'Saucepans and old boots"
1t was not very restful night. hus
morning sunshine and the faded magni.
ficence of the drawing room restored IN
to good humor The companion used her
towel for bath. then innocently threw
it upon the floor, as she had been in the
habit of doing. After breakfast, when
the Iandlady and the sooty Mary Ann had
rearranged the bedroom she found that
towel folded and restored to its place on
the rack. She went out and told the
lady, who sat by the window reading her
Bible.
mo clean towels? Ring for Mary Ann.
please
Mary Ann came trailing a dust broom
and auroral clouds of dust after her.
She bobbed her head In her quaint little
Irish curtesy, and said she would go ask
the mistress about our clean towels She
returned presently with this information.
1.-THE MISTRESS seq, faith. an she only
gives one towel a week; It's the way o.
the country"
The lady closed her Bible. her sweet
eyes looking quite ireful.
This is really too much. shall 80
down and see about 1t Immediately
Think of using one towel whole week."
She 'swept out of the room and down
stairs. But personal interview had very
little effect She came back looking dis
couraged.
"She says it really is the custom. and
that for Fl a week she cannot afford to
do any more"
We remained at that place a week. each
day little wetter, drearfer ana colder
than the preceding, and our big drawing
rooms absorbing all the ugly aspects OK
the weather outside. Our miniature nrs
was totally inadequate to the situation.
and we had to sit around In our outdoor
wraps TO keep warm The only run We
had was furnished by Mary Ann. She
was simple creature, but possessed the
proverbial Irish wit. and had fresh.
rosy young face when IL was clean. How
ever. we only saw that phenomenon oncs
during our acquaintance with her. We
felt sure that she slept in the coal bin.
and sometimes were inclined to think our
iandlady did the same. Mary Ann was
not Dublin girl. but belonged to the
country.
"Me father an mother are both dead
an in their graves. or I'd not be here.
an as for Ameriky. I couldn't think O
crossing so much wather. 'Twould scare
me out o. me siven senses. Then
wouldn't like to leave Ireland. you know.
'Tis me home. Now, will you give me