The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1896-08-16


Innis Fay. hesitating between a smile
and a froWn, as both were equally be-
coming. how one is to awaken their
slumbering intellect"
Especially in the morning" drawled
Mi. Bruce Marston. Now, our cook
has an alarm clock"
Bruce, why waste those pearls of
Wit before women? You know we have
no sense of humor to make up, L sup
pose for our mOnopolizing all the other
sorts of sense" This was his mother,
LAS Innis says, it is hard to realize
that the same interests. the same pas
sions. ambitions and emotions which
animate ourselves stir in these women
of what we call, and l think justly, the
lower class. Do you suppose a stupid,
stolid. Wooden-faced girl like our wait
ress, Marie. for instance"
or a silly. giggly, empty-headed,
creature like Cecilia" murmured Miss
Fay
oh, Cecilia's bright enough" re-
joined Mrs. Marston. but | doubt if
even she and | am sure that none of
the others, ever looks out into life to
analyze it. or anything which pertains
to the world beyond their own level of
unintellectual commonplace. There is
50 much TO be done for the working
girl yet"
As Mrs. Marston leaned back in her
chair, With a sigh, a slight thud, not
loud enough to attract anyone's atten-
ton, sounded underneath the dining
room window, where the Ionk kitchen
piazza ended. Cely Slater had nudged
Name Morgan's arm violently, and her
inevitable novel had fallen out of the
hammock with a bang.
Il think you are both wrong" Mr..
Marston spoke, hesitatingly. From
the little I've seen of that class of girls
I've always suspected that there was
uncommonly little difference between
her and people like ourselves. Warmed
by the same summer and cooled by the
same winter. [ can see by Miss Fay's
face I'm not quoting correctly. so I'll
stop where l am. AS for Marie, why,
[ believe she has what the old lady
called the divine hiatus [ heard one
Of the other servants think it was
Cecilia guying her once about the po-
etry she had written. SO you see that
she. for one, isn't entirely of the earth,
earthly"
And what can Cecilia do?"
Cecilia can fiirt. or I'm mistaken in
the expression of her eyes"
You'd better cultivate Cecilia, them"
languidly suggested Miss Fay, land get
her to enlighten you as to the true
moral and intellectual makeup of the
working girl
Thanks, [ will. I'll go to her and
ask, like Lady Jane to Patience, Girl,
do you know what it is to yearn? And
I'd be willing to wager you a pair of
gloves, mother, since Miss Fay doesn't
bet, that she would answer as affirm
atively. and possibly as dramatically,
as any other girl. There's some one
a the door"
A trim little figure, which sloped and
rounded and tapered in just the right
places, encased in a neat blue and
white print gown and apron, and sur
mounted by a pair of dancing black
eyes under a cap with a crinkled edge,
hesitated in the doorway. Il didn't
know anybody was here" she muir
INJURED diffidently. Excuse me-"
No, come in, Cecilia. if you want to
clear the table" said Mrs Marston,
ers, and we've dawdled unconsciona-
bly,"
Well. if that amt a snob from
Snobville. I'll sell the nose off me face,
that's all" cried Miss Cecilia, wrath
fully, as soon as her critics were out
of hearing
Them two women, you mean? 1
should smile"
mo. Him." and Cely gave the chair
which had lately held the person of the
accomplished Mr.. Bruce Marston par
ticularly vicious jerk into place
"Ac' shally thinks there may be some
thin in US poor crawlin' creeters, does
he? l wonder such condescension don't
strike in and kill him. Wisht it would
As for that girl, that Miss Messy Fay.
or whatever her Iooney name is Name.
ia love to show her that a workin' girl
needs a terrible lot of shakin' ter wake
her up-nit; and there's one way Of
dom it that'd make her terrible I'M
comfortable. That is, if the girls of the
upper disseminating Mrs. Marston's
accent to the Iife-aint above such a
vulgar, common, WOrlIin girl kind Of
Jealousy an their men are as dead
easy ter upset as they were uster"
Don't you go startin' up no Irritation
with the guests warned Name. You
know what two girls were turned off
for. Besides. you amt the f1irtin' kind.
an you'd make fizzle of it, as sure's
your life"
Don't you go to advisin me, Name
Morgan" returned Cely doggedly, and
thereupOn left Name to do all the rest
of the work, while she sat in a dining
room chair-Mr. Marston's, by the way,
in maiden meditation, which, let me
earnestly assure Mr.. Shakespeare. who.
after all, was a mere male man. Is
never fancy free. The woman who med
itates is lost
Seven weeks before the Marstons and
Miss Fay had their little sociological
discussion in the dining room of the
Hotel Marlborough, that palatial es-
adjustment, as it modestly describes
itself in its circulars, advertised for
mattresses. Name and Cely, tired of
the enforced idleness and privation
caused by slack work at the factory
had swallowed their American eagle
pride in one great lump. coura geously
stepped across that great gulf which
divides ''menial' service from domes-
tic employments and now rather en-
joyed the easy hours, fair pay and
incidental good times which the posi-
ton of waitress at a lively seaside
resort affords. Tonight for the first
time Cely gloomily regretted the step
as she sat already for bed, with her
chin on her hands and her elbows on
her knees watching Maria" as Name
had preferred to call herself, struggle
with the tangles in her hair.
"Wisht l was fascinating" she NUT