New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-08-20

ter she cried. ironically. with shrin. angry
laugh
Il can Norah"
An it's meself as would like TO see you do
that same," screamed poor Norah. the brOgue
of her childhood shaken uppermost in her with.
Then you shall" I said. taking prompt ad-
vantage of her words Il will make my own
yeast. and be ready set the sponge tonight.
expect fair play from you. Norah- You will
do nothing to spoil my work, I am sure"
Nor did she SullenN angry. disdainful she
kept carefully in the background. and, though
she would not help, did nothing to hinder me-
I have always been lucky about my cooking.
and my luck did not fail me at Highgrove Hall.
I was successful in my breadmaking pleasing
both Madam and Mr.. Erranti and that part OF
the cooking fell henceforth TO my share.
was. after this incident allowed 10 assume my
duties as housekeeper and time no longer hung
heavy my hands.
week before the Fourth of July the number
| of servants was greatly increased Guests were
expected We were to have a hOuseful
the Fourth. I had seen little Of Mr.. Erranti
save at breakfast and dinner each day, since his
return. He went to town every day, sometimes
/ by train, and sometimes in his yacht, the Char
! lotte. named for his mother He was invariably
| kind. but absorbed in his affairs. A few
days before the house party was summoned TO
| the library. TO consult about the preparations
necessary. The bedroom question was the diff
| Guilty. There were only three. each with dress
| ing room. in the second story and but six in the
| third, One of these, I reminded Mr. Erranti I
| was occupying, when he counted them all
| vacant.
| I'm afraid you've been lonely" he said, shut
| away up there by yourself. I'm sorry I didn't
know of it before. One of the maids might have
/ slept near Won Are YOU timid2"
I smiled. NO, Mr.. Erranti, I am accustomed
g. to being alone"
! The men who are coming a noisy lot" he
J said, musingly; I wish you were somewhere
| else. What do you say to moving down into the
| second story, Miss Dean? Into the northeast
! room-the Blue Room? II seems to me that
! would be excellent plan"
| The idea was kind, but ridiculous. I had TO
| intention of occupying the finest room in the
] house When I refused. Mr.. Erranti asked per-
/ mission TO see my room and at once ran up
! stairs to examine it. Returning he surprised
| me still more by saying he should order a new
! bolt put the door. I looked for an explana-
! ton. but none was given. The next morning
running in for my work basket, found Claude
his mouth full of screws. busy putting on the
| bolt. His countenance expressed deep gloom.
and when I said cheerfully that I hoped bolts
and bars did not mean burglars he only sighed
! heavily. vouchsafing no reply
| Why, Claude" cried in establishment when
had really looked at his work, you put
ting two, Why that chain bolt? You may
! be sha'n't wish to hold parley WITH mid
night marauders!"
! Removing the last screw from his ample
mouth Claude surveyed me severely for mo-
ment and then said:
| Il should hope-not. Miss Dean'-when.
| Stunning his former stopping position, he screwed
| aWay with great
| I stood and watched him in silence. I had
nothing more to say. Suddenly he remarked,
gIoomily:
| q guess you amt seen much Of Noo-York
| brokers or westerners come East on a toot Miss
| DEAN"
| acknowledged my ignorance.
| We'll fresh amt no name for EN-! Their
| COINS is what I call disgustin'." curling UP
his long nose land, If I had my way they'd
| never get invited here Bolts," he exclaimed
| suddenly with violence. Yes, indeed. and a
| good thing too! When the boss mentioned your
| needin' one-seein there was nothin' but this
lame old lock on your door, just procured two.
| and I hope Miss Dean. you'll so far favor me
| not to forget to use EN-. And-if you'll pardon
| my taking the liberty Miss Dean-Id suggest
your takin' back seat while them ranpagin'
| rufhans is visiting these diggin's. By which I
| mean the back staircase as much as possible
| avoidin' the hall and front"
| So saying and nodding gloomily he picked up
his basket of tools and departed. whistling
| mournful air.