New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-08-22

cray, but excellent confidential servant.
was in the kitchen when Claude brought the
news expected. Bursting in. his face ashen.
his eyes starting from their sockets. and wiring
ing his long hands. he exclaimed:
oh. for the Lands sake. Miss Dean such a
awful tragedy as has taken place."
He sank into the nearest chair. the excited
servants crowding close about him
oh, mercy me- It's too awful. There sat
the Boss. eatin' and drinkin' his coffee usual.
when he up and says, By the way. where's
Sturgis?' says he. oh. my Land"-poor Claude
covered his face with his hands-'its too horrid
and blood curdling for anythin'''
The eager crowd surrounding him urged him
on. crying:
For goodness sake. Claude, don't stop!
Where's Sturgis?' says the Boss, ca m.
never suspectin' nothing" Claude. uncOvering
his face looked around with eyebrows raised
giving an exaggerated imitation of Mr.. Erranti's
composed manner. Where's Sturgis?' says
he'-the servants held their breath-"and with
that in comes Anthony Cray'-rising so sud
denly that his audience shrank back-"in comes
Anthony Cray. and will say Tony done it well,
quiet and decent-May I speak with you,
sir? says he, loOkin' at the Boss Yes. yes;
what is it?' says the Boss. kinder impatient.
but you know his way'-the servants nodded
violently" I'd better see you alone. think,
says Cray. still very cam and respectful. you
know his way'-a chorus of mods with cries of
DO go on"
Cray glances around the table at the other
guests. kinder doubtful Speak out. mani.
says the Boss; is the house on fire. Worse
than that says Cray; wish twas only fire;
but I'm afraid it's DEATH My God!' says the
Boss under his breath in a kind of awful whis-
per, 'Mamong!'-you know what he calls Ma
dam. No. no. SIR says Cray, mighty quick.
it's Mr. Sturgis, sir; early swim, sir: cramp,
sir. I think he's dead, sir. and with that every
body round the festal board looked kinder
queer and green, and we all trailed down to the
dock as fast Sure enough twas him
dead-drown-dead l wish l hadn't SCENT, 1
do" and again poor Claude hid his face with
his long hands. I have doubts if I ever forgit
that sight When they began TO examine the
the-corpse. 1 just lit out for home as fast as
get out. Somehow 1 feel mighty sickish and
and-queer"'
A cup of strong black coffee. piping hot. that
I FASTENED to give the poor fellow. revived his
courage. The servants huddled together like
frightened sheep. l obliged TO speak
sharply to them, reminding them of their du-
ties and telling them that Madam must not
learn of the accident.
such shock might kill her" 1 said. You
must control yourselves"
Sure. it's Miss Dean as is right" said Norah
who had become my friend and ally. IF the
Madam hears a whisper 'twont be my fault
Them has long tongues in their heads had
best be notwithstanding significantly at a
laxative housemaid.
IF Madam should learn of this most unpleas
ant circumstance" drawled Claude. Il shall
make it my business to find out who done the
deed And-I shall feel it my bounden. if pain
fu1 inf tho Of, T
He stared severely around him. and left the
kitchen with 6ignified tread.
But they all behaved we'll, poor things. md
Madam was kept in ignorance. AS Mr.. En-
ranu had promised. everything done at the
boathouse- The necessary unpleasant formalt-
ties were gone through with there. and the
Charlotte served TO transport people 10 and
from Droneton.
At noon that day 1 was again in the garden.
under the birches by the pool. AS I embroid-
cred tall lilies on the dull. green silk of Ma
dams curtain 1 forced myself to glance
now and then into the depths of the spring. Its
clear waters bubbled UP as fresh and limpid as
if they had never borne the burden of that aw-
full weed. Goldfish darted gayly hitler and
thither in it's sun nlumined depths. In the
branches Tustling above me birds twittered in
subdued midday fashion. 1t all so peaceful,
while in the boathouse-
Athena" said Madam. breaking in upon my
disagreeable thoughts. Athena, thou art very
pale to-day! Yes, yes; know I need not to be
told that thou art always pale-tO-day it is diff
ferent; but yet, of difference to be seen. Thou
hast wearied thyself in that hot kitchen. Obey
Philip, and do no more cooking. Except for the
bread" she added. mindful of her own comfort,
that does thee harm. womanly occupa-
ton. the making of bread. n'est-ce pas? Thy
- do
not look so. They are beautiful Athena but
that is not for you to remember. my child.
Handsome is as handsome does'-have said
that right? It's better to be good than pretty
All that glitters is not'-nO that's not 1t;
Beauty is only skin deep" They are untrue.
these sayings; 7 don't believe them I am
pretty, and good also. Thou art beauUful-and
as the angels,-though DUH. CDost suppose the
angels are dull, ma BELIEF But they can play.
/ like the harp, but not too many harpS-played
all at once as in Heaven) Julie is handsome
and she is-but no, Julie is bad. A devil. Ny
mother used to say'-she stopped short. con-
fused-"No, no'-in 4 Whisper must not
think of her, When I was young, Athena, the
peopIe-used to say-for I was born and bred
up in-no, no. no"'-a lok of terror in her
bright eyes-'never mind where I was born,
did not say did / tres chere? But no. Of course
not I am old. I forget of what I talk. Look
at the little lake. Athena. How lovely, with the
sunbeams sparkling the water. 1t is the
heart Of the garden. n'est-ce pas. ma biep-aimee?
A pure heart like thine. with no black secret 10
hide No horrid dead secret. TO shoot. and bury.
and Her voice rose high and shrtll
leaned forward and caught both her hands
MY lilies. dear Madam, Don't they please
you, that you refuse to watch them grow 1
laid my cheek against hers.
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