The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1900-06-06
YON| SHE MT k|P[ING6
A Chicago Girl Tells How
She Did Some Work For
Him in London.
LUNCHEON AT HIS HOME
Employed as a stenographer She Is
Treated as a Guest and Tells
All About II.

All About 1t.
Miss Alice r. Beardsley Describes
Her Visit to the kipliug Cottage
at Rottendean-What Left a Bad
Taste in Her Mouth.
Miss Alice L. Beardsley, Of kanka-
kee, ILL.,, has established typewrltlnS
Office in London-an establishment like
the one Harold Frederic describes ID
"Glora alundi.'' The enterprise has
been a success from the start, and Miss
Beardsley now employs ten girls. In
recent letter to some friends she tells
how she did some work for RudyaFo
Kipling, as follows:
Il executed literary trick last week.
acquired through association with
when wrote that was go
ing to Kipling and then left you IN suS-
pense as to whether or no had reco'-
cred from the honor. Suffice IS TO say,
l have had a week so full OF WORK ana
Measure that have scarcely had time
to breath a natural breath. got up at
G:3O o'clock one morning and took the
7:30 o'clock train to Brighton. 1t was
an hour and half ride through love
ly country, and when l reached
Brighton there was the sea The CITY
itself is cutie high above the sea, and
the drive from there out to Rottendean
lies all along the cliffs, with the sea al
WAYS at your right. and to the left roll
ing poppies. The driver OF the carnage
l had engaged began to talk the MN
ute we left the Statlon-sald ne knew
was an American. and inquired wnere
I came from. When I told him had
lived in Chicago he said he used to
drive horses in Chicago for a real
estate man, and became quite chummy.
Presently he remarked with some pride
that Rudyard Kipling lived at Rotten
dean. I replied that knew it, and
that was where was going, and I'M
mediately ne addressed me with more
reverence.
1T is more than four miles from
Brighton to Rottendean, and when we
reached the sleepy little village by the
sea it was about II o'clock. The Kip
ling place. The Elms,' is very modest
an old place rejuvenated. I imagine,
although not rejuvenated enough to,
hurt it, and a yard full Of great elms
with most beauteouS rose garden In
the back. The gate in the wall which
surrounds the yard has a peep hole IN
it and the man servant told me later
on that curious tourists often glued
their eyes to that hole in the hopes OF
seeing Mr.. kipling. The drawinS-room
I was shown into was pleasant apart
ment. The floor was OF boards painted
a light tan, with good rugs, several
beautiful pieces Of old furniture and
tiny writing desk.
Mrs. Kipling soon came in. a pleas
ant, smart-appearing woman, with
DELIGHTFULLY."- low voice. She dictated
letters for almost an hour. Then Mr..
Kipling came down. He seemed
trife embarrassed, because, suppose.
in mortal terror of reporters. He die
tated like lightning for about fifteen
minutes. then stretched his legs, leaned
back with sigh Of comfort and said
to his wife. I say. Carrie. isn't this
1ine% Then resumed his dictation.
Mr.. Niipling does not as a rule die
tate his work. and I imagine that Mrs.
Kipling attends to most Of his CORE
spondence, but as he had such a mass
of correspondence he had to have some
one to help him out. After he had fin
ished he went out. and thought that
had seen the last Of him, but Mrs. Kip
ling said I had better stay to dinner,
and then I should not have to hurry to
al, 81 ~ fpo i,, !
did, and while waiting l wandered
about the garden, quite forgetting that
right across the road was the old
church, with its graveyard. where
Rurne Jones and William Black are
buried. or l ShoulG have gone over
there instead. While I was among the
roses Kipling came out, took out his
knife. cut off three immense roses and
handed them 10 me, with Would You
care for these: When took them he
returned to the house.
Then we had luncheon. Mr. and
Mrs Doubleday. of the Doubleday and
Mcclure Company, Mr.. Kipling'S pub
fishers in America We're there, and
such nice. really American people as
they were 1t was :: very jolly lunch.
MeSsrs Kipling and Doubleday We're
rs funny as could be- and said so many
bright things which hoped to remem-
her, but which have gone from me.
Anyway. it was al So pleasant that
felt I really ought not TO charge any
thing for my services. After lunch the
nursery eoverneSS. the two little Kip
lngS and the maid drove me to Brigh-
ton. Even the driver and the maid We're
nicer than common. and the children
were perfect dears. so healthy and hap
py. 1t WAS 4 dreadful thing. their los
ing their Oldest little girl. Josephine. as
l have heard she WAS the brightest Of
the three.
"One morning Il funny little German
woman came in and asked if | would
60 TO her sister FOR dictation. She was
delegate from Germany to the Inter
national Congress of Women. and want.
ed To dictate her speech for that night
went over to ST. E.rmyn'S mansions.
where she was stopping. and found
short haired. tea-%cwned little woman
whose English was somewhat peculiar
She WAS very nervous and tidgety. and
tool; four hours for work that should
have been accomplished in half an
hour. When lunch time came she had
lunch sent up 10 the sitting room and
left me working in III" bedroom while
she refreshed herself. .After she was
through she called me in. and thcr"
was such Il nice ltInch but OF course
stone cold. and she had even poured
my tea when she had poured her own,
md there it was. rink and co!d. did
think it waS such Il horrid way for
\ woman who WAS supposed 10 be in
irrcSrci in women 10 treat another.
As the next day We: my kipiing day.
when was treated Is II We're an
honored guest. the lid taste soon left
my mouth.
a Shooting scrape.
Smith , roo5sr,an Of MoOroe'S