The Starkville news. (Starkville, Miss.) 1902-1960, 1905-09-15

ants II she can't show them the way to
do their work: She should be able to
make the pudding that she ORDERS
Good heavens" said |. What q
fool"
No" said Rosita. IL don't think so.
His voice was charming. We shall see
his face this evening when he calls upon
father"
Calls? Here?"
Yes. He has introductions from
Lima. 1t will be delightful. Isn't it
pity, querida mia. that have not
learned to COOKE?
That night after dinner the stranger
called His name was Ambrose and he
was very nice to look at. RoSita had
been quite right. too, about his de-
lightful voice. Ten minutes after his
arrival she Slipped out Of the room to
come back laden with a heap of discard
ed flannelS belonging to our schoOlbOy
brothers. She raked out the big mend
ing basket from under side table in
the back drawing-ro where it had
lived in lonely splendor for years and
began to darn assduOusiy. Ambrose
sazed at her with large eyes full appar-
emily. Of respect and admiration.
1T isn't often,' he said. earnestly,
"that one finds girl who isn't ashamed
~ do honest. useful work in her draw
ing-rOom instead of wasting her time on
absurd embroidery"
Isn't it," she asked, 4 never 90 en-
broidery. Mr.. Ambrose
Are you going to do all that great
heap yourself?" he said, slowly.
There is no one else to 90 it, with
a wicked side glance al ne.
The stranger also glanced al ne in
quiringly.
All" said Rosita. sadly. Ana doesn't
care for housework or mending. She is
the ornamental one. you see"
Why is Rosita playing the domestic
treasurer" Billy asked, with some
amusement.
She has seen the error Of her ways"
| murmured. Loyalty.
AS it had begun. so it went oa. When
Ambrose called in the mornings RoSita
would run into the room with her white
arms bare to her dimpied elbow and
thick with flour. She cut holes in the
best linen sheets and damasll table
linen that she might mend them in the
drawing room before his delighted eyes.
and our little sewing maid almost wept
when she unpicked Rosita's terrible
patches and did them over again.
grew uneasy. But Rosita came into the
drawing-rOOm one afternoon AID solved
all my doubts.
She came laHguidly forward and llneit
on the soft green carpet ii my feet.
lie is coming to peak TO ne this aft
erroon, querida mia; wish could
be dead when he came. He will be SO
angry"
waited for her to go or.
He will tell me that he loves me, and
II shall have to tell him the truth. Oh.
Anita. how can l tell him that | have
been deceiving him."
The front door bell rang Rosita
sprang up hurriedly. pushed back her
heavy dark hair and pinched her pale
cheeks before the mirror ir the wall.
Stay with me- she whispered.
She picked up her guitar from a table
near. sank into pile of cushions on the
big window seat and strummed idly on
the strings.
The young man was shown II. and as
he crossed the room to Us he seemed
taller and straighter. the iool. of quiet
determination in his clear eyes strong
er than ever
Rosita half rose lazily. then slipped
back to her csshions. Ambrose gazed
at her in some surprise and frowned
little.
1T isn't often" he said. gravely. that
| find you lolling on cushions, Miss
Rosita-sitting idle"
No" she said. slowly and deliber-
ately "but that you see is because I've
been deceiving you. This is my usual
attitude, Mr. Ambrose"
''Deceiving me?" said he. gravely.
Yes. You think I'm domesticated
and housewifely and Industrious. but
I'm not, l assure you. You are quite
mistaken in my character"
Obi" said he. His voice was curious
ly muff1ed What can You do, if may
ask?"
Not much" said she. Il can dance
most English danceG and a few old