New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-08-21

Poor SOrah was in bed. with Ellen beside her
relating awful tales OF Sudden death thought
her suffering from a severe bilious attack, and
this. she assured me. was the case begging me
not TO send for doctor.
It's only one OF me bad sick headaches. Miss"
she said family; an it's not the pain. but
thinkin' of me work that's killing me. Sure
can't stand on me feet when I'm took like this,
and how all them meals is to be cooked this
day it's God Almighty that maybe knows. but
not poor Norah MiIligan," and she began to
cry.
Assuring her that 1 would take her place,
thought 10 comfort her. but professional jeal-
Ousy made the moment bitter.
Sure. the maynoo cards is all wrote out sug-
gested Ellen, wearying of the role of sick nurse;
Miss Dean can follow them"
So it was settled in the kitchen, but with
Madam I had difficulty. I could not play cook
and companion both. the duties Of the former
being no sinecure. Breakfast dragged on till 10
O'Clock when it time to prepare for $50
luncheon With jules help finally persuaded
Madam to dispense with my services, and to
promise to keep Norah's illness a secret from her
son. This last pleased the strange fancy Of the
whimsical old lady.
Claude did much to help me, telling me what
was expected.
Coffee at sharp for the Boss, and he'll want
his breakfast at s. Miss Dean"
l expressed the surprise I had long felt and
said I wondered how Mr.. Erranti could stand
rising so early, when he went to bed so late.
That's his way. Miss Dean! He never seems
TO need his sleep like other folks only wish
was the same" yawning prodgiously. and COW
ering his large mouth with delcately upIifted
fingers. An hour later he burst into the kitchen
giggling delightedly. Boss says coffee's Al this
morning! Says he's glad Norah's woke up at
last. and as she amt done well lately, Oh. my,
I thought I should ha' bust! Norah's be mad
enough to bite" and he Uttered wildly.
To make diversion I asked what was in the
wineglasses he was carrying on his tray.
Cocktails. Miss DEAN And you wouldn't
catch me astonishin' my insides with any such
stuff in the mornings-nor at night, neither!
But the gents upstairs thinks different. It'll be
sodywater and cocktails from now on till 1 or .
o'clock. maybe" and he stalked away, his whole
person expressing the liveHest sensations of dis
gust and scorn.
Breakfast and luncheon were over, and Norah
was feeling better though still unable to cook
the S O'Clock dinner. or late supper at II I was
TO devote the afternoon to Madam but after
luncheon was out of the way I found I should
have hour to myself before she expected me.
Still in kitchen trim-gingham frock. linen
apron, sleeves rolled Up. and braids snugly
bound about my head betook myself to the
garden to rest. The kitchen had been uncom-
fortably hot that blazing July day. All the
morning our guests had been setting of giant
frecrackers. the early risers striving to destroy
the peace OF the sluggards It was pleasant to
have them engaged at luncheon and the place
quiet for a time
I a little tired. The responsibility had
weighed rather heavily upon me; I had worked
hard. Under the shade of mass Of evergreens-
pungent scented arbor vit@-at the end Of one OF
the garden paths, a rustic sofa. and on this
I lay down. Just outside this green bower
splendid carnations exhaled their spicy odors.
Turing a host of drowsily humming bees TO sip
their honey. The warmth. the sweet scents and
the bees slumber song lulled me TO sleep. From
this nap was reused by the smell of tobacco
and the sound of feet crunching on the gravel
near by.
Some OF the gardeners" I thought lazily:
they will not come in here and lay still, Ioath
70 be disturbed. The footsteps stopped directly
in front of the arbor. I kept my eyes shut ct
is Dolan," 7 said TO myself. IF pretend to be
asleep he will go away" and did not move.
"Jove, what a picture" said a coarse voice.
'Nows your chance, Sturgis, Go in and win a
pair Of Gloves
You bet will" came the drawing answer.
CbC44LI4S my eyes at tdSIY saw WlJllQ a rev
inches Of my own, the vacuous. peck marked
face of the man had seen the day before
With him were his boon companions. the three
blocking up the entrance TO my retreat. The
Buffalo and the one with the black curIs were
egging on their friend, making bets as 20 his
ultimate success When opened by eyes Stur-
gts drew back, daunted by my unexpected wake
fulness He was pale. faded out blond look
ing both weak and vicious
Go il. Sturgis" shouted the big man, with
fat laugh. What. you amt afraid of pretty
girl. hoper'
neutrality-suspicious.
Try-try-again.
jeered the Poodle.
Sturgis. staggering feebly. stood still. I rose
slowly TO my feet, looking straight at him. He
avoided meeting my eyes. Uttered again. and
backed in between his two friends
well. WE'LL demonstrated the Buffalo I'D no
idea you had little go in you sturgts. Bet
ter stand aside and make room for a better
man" stepping forward
NO. no; she's goin' to pay toll to me-" cried
Sturgis recovering himself You like me best,
my beauty. don't you?" extending both arms
10 prevent my passing
did not speak OF what use TO appeal 10
such half tipsy creatures? Instead, I examined
Sturgis swiftly, saw he was not properly bal
anced on his feet-few people are-stepped
quickly forward, and struck him heavily on the
SIDE of his head with my open palm. He fell
with some force into the arms Of his stout com
panion who sat down at once in the bed OF
carnations behind him. The curly headed man
burst into frantic laughter as his friends rolled
among the flowers. I hurried homeward. my
heart sick with disgust.
Was this what I must look forward to- I
asked myself as I swept through the garden