Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1905-02-14
Like Mistress,
Like Maid ~
BY JANE CRAWFORD

Miss Winthrop came down to break
fast to find Maggie, her usually staid,
dignified maid, in a state OF excitement
verging on lunacy, but looking dis
tractingly pretty.
Maggie was racing around the dining
room with the tea canister in one hand,
searching for the teapot. which she had
tightly clasped IN the other.
Margaret, what is the matter with
your"
Miss Winthrop always said Margaret
when she was displeased, which. by the
way, was not often.
ooh. it's st. Valentines day, miss, and
l felt all day yesterday that something
was going to happen" replied Maggie
who often was afflicted with Fremont
lions.
And"
We'll, ma'am Jerry is coming back.
I've had a letter this morning miss, and
It's just like a valentine. for, shyly 'he
asks me again"
jerry" Why he has been gone ten
years. Has he written to you before, or
made any sign?" demanded Miss Win
throp
Maggie shook her head But he loves
me yet. miss, and I've always loved him.
and I've sent him the answer already"
"And what was the answer" curl
ously.
Why, yes: to be sure, miss
We'll, Margaret. am astonished at
you. You should have more pride and
not Jump into a mans arms like that.
after the way he has treated you. At
least, you should have waited until he
said he was sorry Make him plead for
forgiveness for the suffering that his
long absence and silence have caused
you all these years
Miss Winthropeba not only an ac-
quaintance with Maggies and Jerry's
love affair, but her wise counsel Ger
tainly showed a profound knowledge n
the subject under discussion. Neverthe-
less her eloquence failed TO move Mag
gle.
Il know it's foolish and weak must
seem to you. ma am, but Jerry and me
are meant for each other, never loved
anyone else. and do believe the same
Of Jerry.
"In ten years you can't tell what the
man may have done
"Nor do | care, miss" with sublime
generosity. 81 know we're for each 9th
or. and when It's like that with a man
and woman, there's no chance Of happi-
ness with anyone else in all the world
The quarrel was all my fault, and IN
tell him so, as soon as he comes" and
Maggie, with shining eyes and a song
In aer heart. began her work OF clear
ing the table.
1T always is the woman's fault" dry
iy, and Miss Winthrop arose straight and
tall. amused at what she was pleased to
term the sentimental vagaries OF her
maid. She went into the library and sat
down at her desk, on which the proof
sheets of her new novel awaited her al
tention. Three times she read carefully
one page, only to find mixed up with her
description of an ecclesiastic, the words
ST ~ hieuA4hS uas nv Nndutd III the
world with anyone else-When it's like
that" She sternly and determinedly
went over the page again, butt impisb
words danced up and down before her
eyes.
Mercy, | am becoming as foolishly
sentimental as Maggie" She went out
for walk. and passed small, blushing
girls and sturdy. red-cheeked boys ex-
changing the messages Of good ST. Vail
eutine The air was permeated with
love, mature and immature.
The walk ended abruptly, and she re-
turned to the library, but instead Of go
ing directly 20 work she crossed the