Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-03-26

Now about luncheon" We have also a six
course luncheon.
Two courses would do for u.s." said
Nancy, humbIy.
ITO be sure. The chef can send I'D the
menu early, and you can choose. Then,
from the nine-course dinner, you might
choose three courses. You could live SOP
Nancy thought that she might drag out a
starving existence on that provision. Then
she beamed upon the benevolent landlord
and the patron saint, feeling that he had
done his duty, pulled his halo on firmly and
started off to attend to the other bachelor
girls. He had provided Nancy with the
time and the place and the man. He knew
she could manage the rest.
So the young married couple moved out
and Nancy and Priscilla moved in; and this
Is really where the story begins. though a
long preamble seemed a necessary evil
The girls had no maid. They couldn't
AFFORD one, and they felt themselves strong
enough to take the dishes from the dumb
waiter to the table. When this arrange
ment was noiSed abroad the hall boy as
sumed condescending air, and the gen.
eral house servants displayed sort of
naughty curiosity If they met the new ten
ants in the hall. Nancy was amused, but
indignant.
Il must reason with that hall boy" she
said sweetly. Il don't like his manner"
She reasoned. Inside of week, the hall
boy courted pneumonia, on the front steps
watching for her to come home: and when
she hove in sight darted inside the door
and looked as If he had swallowed all his
buttons and were choking on them
During the first few days. the meals came
| up in rather higgledy- piggledy fashion. A
severe-faced Irish girl put them on the
dumb-water and jerked them up to the
second floor, in an emphatic way that spoke
volumes for her opinion of young women
who waited upon themselves. But on the
| third evening the girls heard a masculine
voice calling up through the dumb-waiter to
| the maid on the third floor.
~ 10 mot Il srfo 4 IL ~
reproa chful voice, in accents French. You
are offend? Yes? and am desole."
Nancy dropped her soup-spoon and list
| ened shameleSSly
But 1t was Messing. / did not mean to
offend" the voice said.
Take shame to yersilf for kissin' girl
| without sayin' by your leave
at would be more shame to ask for re
leave, is 1t not?'
Nancy arose with a CLEAN of battle In her
eye.
Priscilla" she said sternly, this is
where ] reason with the chef Something
tells me that he will be amenable to reason,
II rightly approached.
A moment later the up-gaZing Frenchman
saw between him and the offended Irish
maid a vision that made even his white cap
CULVER. A fluff of golden-brown hair. spark
ling gray eyes, flushed cheeks. dimples. "a
| smile that would thaw a Teuton-what
could Frenchman do?
You are the chef?" asked a voice that
would stir the soul of clam.
Yes, mademoselle, stammered the
dazed Frenchman.
If that voice had told him he was a Hot
tentot chieftain he would have admitted the
soft Impeachment without a protest.
I've wanted so much to speak to you,"
cooed the vision. You see am one of the
young ladies who have taken Mrs. Blanks
apartment for a little while. We are just
doing 1t for fun while our people are away,
and we haven't any maid and we've ar
ranged to take only part of the menu. but
things haven't been quite nice, you know"
"Ah, mademoiselle!' with anguish In the
tone.
"oh. 1t isn't your fault. Things are de-