The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1904-11-28

per cent clearer. As to an this rot
you q well roasted piece Of meat or a
light loaf of bread is a better stimulant
than all the c-ompanionship Of the best
petticoat going. Look at the table.
beautifully sett Remember the prompt
ness of our meals for the past fort
night. She's waiting on the table today
because the maid is sick. She's never
sick"
The Boy rose, choking with rage.
understand me, sir" he said as soon
as he could speak clearly, "that from
noN nil-
Ibid you ring. sir?" demanded a
sw ~. familiar voice.
The BOY whirled around to be CON
frontcd by a slim. demure vision in cap
and apron. The vision ignored hin
completely. her eyes being liked re-
specially on Uncle James.
IBID you ring. sir?" h repeated 81
was sur" | heard the bell"
No, Mary, | didn't ring" said her
employer complacently, ''Rut since
you are here you may fill my glass
again with water"
Mary complied. The BOY. Standing
dumhly by his chair. watched her
slender. steady fingers as She served
his uncle.
When the girl disappeared Uncle
lanes demanded ~tri,Hnphnntly:
Isn't She neat and prettyT"
The Roy attacked his dinner with an
appetite which he had failed to sllo
before.
shes neat enough" he said cOOlly
with your permission I'll help llrr
clean up the dishes after dinner and
see what | think of her
A few minutes later Helen Wander
vecr and the Boy faced each otli"t II
Uncle James Kitchen. with q sink fun
Of dirty dishes between them.
The Boy. coat off and Sirrvcs rolled
up. was turning the no; water ON with
one hand and hourislang a Dish MOI,
in the other.
what in the wide world ever mad,
you ti.ink of such II ~gloriously fox,
move as this?" he demanded.
Why confrssrt! Miss Nandcrvrrr.
laughing and yet blushing Il tito, Il
owe 1t all to n sharp tun@l"d n!d WI
man on Hester street. Some Of us were
down there Summing, and carried
an lrmful of flowers. | offered her II
rose. aud what do you think sin. die
with ity"
Wore it next her heart forever
more" said the Boy promptly
"Not she. She threw it i'm the dirty
CRATE and with arms akiulbo delivered
an address. I've hearn about you rich
folks qIioth she: low you como noSin
round poor folks rooms, puffin' your
selves M that You are trachiu MS Soine
thin Teach. indeed! When you know
rI;niiGli to fill ii wurAnan's pail with i,
decent dinner. then I'll hear to your
dower missions an your Religions
W. got ont Of there promptly. The
others said they We're simply paraIyZed
by her inpudence. bu her worlS stuck
in my head Determined to slow tina
old Woman something. and ! did. Aft
rrward. When | found from you thai
yorr uncle was an r~couomical gourmet.
| saw reason to bless v secret lessons
at the cmtkjng sclloni. | am sIEpposcd.'
she added. laughing. Ito he Will, the
De PcyS:erS in Philadelphia"
The Boy dropped the dish mop inc
foId II h"t in an ccsthtic embrace. fl1tnI
wlir!, tbty were finally aroused by u
sharp voice ut the pantry door:
'Turn off that water. will yoII?"
The Toy lnaprd to the faucet. for tn
forgotten diStiwater in the si.ik WAS
pouring over the edge. spuitcrin2
greaSily everywhere But the gourmet
apparently did not mind.
You seeGl To have come to Il good
understanding h. Siid drYIY.