The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1904-11-27

brought out the Sunday umbrella pu'
it's shiny black silk did not appear lo
inspire any fluffy maneuVers, so she
utilized it in the guise of broaos"oru
and did something that savored OF the
Highlands, and seemed to rebel bitter
ly at the length of her skirt.
Aunt Mary writhed around in oilss'
both utter and intense
'I'u tell you what. Granite she said
when the girl sat down to rest. on
| write for those cigarettes while 1 take
a little nap, and afterwards We'll get
| the Universal knowledge book and
| learn how to play poker"
! Janice nodded assent.
| EXCUSE me shuttin' my eyes" said
Aunt Maryland was asleep in two
! minutes.
CHAPTER Xxx
Mary and Arethusa-Aunt Mary's
two nieces-were not uncommonly
mercenary; but about three weeks
after the new maids arrival they be-
came seriously troubled over the as
cendancy that she appeared to be gain
ing over the mind of their aunt. Lu-
cinda's advices from the seat of
government We're so very alarming
that first Mary, and then Arethusa,
went personally to look into the mat
ter. They found Mrs. Rosscott's maid
apparently devoid of evil intent, but
certainly fast becoming absolutely in
dispensable to the daily happiness of
their influential relative. Mary fear
ed that a codicil for five thousand
dollars would be the result; but Are
thusa felt, with sinking heart, that
there was another naught going on to
the sum, and that, unless the tide
turned the end might not be even
then.
Aunt Mary was so cool that neither
niece stayed long, and Lucinda's let
tiers had to be looked to for the prog
ress of events. Lucinda's letters
were frequent and not at all reas-
surfing. After the sisters had talked
them over. they sent them on to Jack.
''She (thus Lucinda invariably be-
gam. is the same as ever. It's cross
the heart an bend the knee, an then
you amt down far enough to suit her. |
But she's gettin' so afraid she'll go
that she's wax in her hands. 1t would
scare you. She won't let her out Of
her sight a minute. I must say that
whatever she's giving her, she certain
~ is earning the money, for she works
her harder every day. The poor
thing is hopping about, or singing, or
playing cards, from dawn TO dark, and
unless it's provision in her win I
can't see what would pay her enough
for working so. Lord knows I con-
sidered I earned my wages without
skipping around with my legs cross
ed like she does, and she has no end
of patience, too, even if she won't ever
let her take a walk. She's getting as
pale as she is herself. Seems like
something should be done.
Respectfully, L. Cooke
Three days later Lucinda wrote
again:
''she does seem to be getting worse
and worse. She makes her sleep on a
sofa beside her, and she begins to look
dreadfully worn out. 1 do believe
she'll kill her, before she dies herself.
I told her so to-day but She only
smiled. It's funny, but I like her even
if I am bolted out all the time. L,
amt Jealous, and I'm glad of the rest.
1 should think her throat would split
with talking to her so much, but she
certainly does hear her better than
anyone else. think something must
be done, though. She's getting as
crazy as she is herself. They play
cards and call each other Aunty for
two hours at a stretch some days
Respectfully, L. Cooke
AT the end of the week Lucinda
wrote again:
'I think if you don't come, she will
surely die. She is very feeble herself,
but that don't keep her from wearing
her to skin and bone. She keeps her
doing tricks from morning to night
Every minute that she is awake she
keeps her jumping. It's a mercy she
sleeps so much, or she wouldn't get
any sleep at all. I can't do nothing
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