New-York tribune., 1903-08-15


told it's the healthiest Drawing room is under |
this-'tain't much used. though
He led the way through a small dressing room |
into another corner room. where big pOppies |
took the place of the roses. Red Room" said |
the man; handsome. very. Boss's apartment;
exposure, northwest. Grand view across and |
up river, good weather. This damp goes to my
throat it's real weak"-coughing slightly You
see old Mr. Beverleys estate from this
window when this horrid fog amt mizzlin
down. His lands north of ours. Got gOr-
geous big house. gray stone; Beverley Towers
they call it. He's awful rich. they say. This
opening another doOr-"is the Boss's dressin
room Monstrous big for ballroom. but. you
see, the hall is wide Seems pity to use it for
a dressin' room but then there's only win
dow, and it's north, 'tain't TO say so de-
sirable for bedroom purpOses-that is, if health's
considered. This'-with an air Of still greater
importance-'is the Blue Room the last of the
suit, Has dressin' room, too, tother side.
Handsome large ROOM but kinder gloomy. this
window bein' north and that other, though
east, under the hl-sort of shut in, amt 1t?
My! Just listen 20 that French woman tiradin'
in the distance Amt she fearfully mad! TAX
ing in her native tongue, 1 guess-Hail Co
lumbias and big DIS ad Ibertum! Comm
comm directly lady fair! What. can't you live
without minute?"
He opened the door into the hail. which
the dark passage leading to the
back staircase. At It's end a steep flight OF
stairs led upward
You open the door just behind and you'll
find the way down. but you might as we'll use
the front stairs while the Boss is away said
my companion. good naturedly Then address,
ing Julie, angry and impatient at the top of
the narrow flight, mo, I can't stay another
minute with you, Mrs. Cray. so there's no use
coaxing. Dear me! and you a married lady,
too! I'm astonished at your COINS on!
"Canaile!" iercely from the stair top.
Can I? No. it's can't l. this time. Mrs.
Cray-so adoO adOO!'
Giggling wildly over his own witticisms. he
opened the door he had pointed out to me and
vanished below.
The third story of Highgrove Hall was as
plain as the others were handsome. Around the
small hall many bedrooms as possible had
been made. A little one fell to my
share. 1 glad that it was simply fur
nished. Julie asked permission to unpack my
trunk. and though she made no comments I
saw that its slenderness and shabbiness aston
ished her.
These frocks of cotton" she observed. as
she put my ginghams in a drawer, made
moiseIle may wear in the morning, very early.
when experimenting the affairs Of the house
hold-the menage. No later than 10 of the
clock. At that hour mademOiselle will do well
to rearrange her toilet. 1 have madames or
ders to see mademoiseile we'll supplied with
| toiIettes-and of a pleasing variety; voila!
indicating, with superb gesture. the contents
| of the basket.
1 did not wish TO accept garments Of silk and
lace from a stranger. This I told Julie. but she
| refused to listen to my objections Madame
she said was old, whimsical, out of health
| Her physicians ordered that she should be hu-
mored in every way. Her son insisted that
these orders should be carried out to the let
ter Madame would never consent to my ap-
pearfng before her in black. IF I found the
situation not to my taste-'Ia fol- might made
moiselle not leave the robes behind when she
went away? The materials were not, after all,
of a richness so remarkable-pas du tout! As
a child mademoiselle had ever been robed as
princess, she was accustomed"-
Here I interposed, saying the very servants
might be expected to look askance at a house
keeper Haunting in such fine feathers
Not at ALL" cried Julie. Il myself will ex-
plain-they will comprehend. Mademoisehe
was ever gentle, amiable a child. Will she
now deny pleasure to an old lady-un vrai dame
solitary, souffrante? All. jamais"'
At last consented. feeling that she was in
the right
After all, there was nothing miserable. so
fimsy as false pride. 1 put mine behind me
while Julie rummaged among the silks and
musns.
.'Eh bien mademoisene," she exclaimed.
gayIy. 1T is necessary to make a beginning!
All if mademoiselle could but sew as she en-
broidered when a mere child Ma fol, remem-
Der vet that embroidery, Marvellous. truly
but sewing that is different"
I exclaimed that I could also sew. having
made all my clothes for years.
''Juste' criel." cried my mothers ci-devant
maid. in tones of real horror, lis it then pos
sble?"
We set to work together. Seeing Julie re-
minded me of something Mrs. Spuyten had told
me-that Lord Ebbrides had been robbed of my
mothers emeralds shortly after he had gained
possession Of them. but the thieves had re-
placed them almost Immediately. putting them
back in the very safe from which they had
taken them. A strange story-hardly TO be be-
Iieved Since Cray had been in Lord Ebbrides's
service at that time, and had taken Julie. as
well as the emeralds back to London with him,
l asked her about this robbery. She seemed
disinclined, to talk about it, protesting that she
knew nothing of the matter.
1T is all so long ago. mademoiselle- thou
sand pardons for turning thus'-rising to place
her chair close in front of the window-"with
my back to mademoiselle-a great rudeness
truly. but what will you? 1t is like night
dark"
Did it happen while you there. or
after you left. Julie?''
Did what happen, mademoselle? Hark!
What was that? Did l hear calling?"
l listened. but heard nothing save the drip,
drip drip of the rain upon the Veranda roof