Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-04-02

| expect man to remember domestic de-
| tails in the midst of all his rush of bust
ness?"
Exactly" drawled Nancy, with pro-
voking grin. and the young wife looked
Suddenly Nancys eyes began to twinkle
| and her dimples became aggressive
Elizabeth, I'll meet your Englishman."
But that won't help me in the servant
dilemma"
Just won't it! Elizabeth Winston,
shall serve that dinner
"B-b-but-" stammered the hostess.
But me no butts. I'm adorable in a cap
and apron. 1t has been the regret of my
life that 1 couldn't adopt them for ordinary
hOuse-wear. I've an outfit that l used at
the cooking-class. 1t was such showling
| success that l used to spoil my buildings by
weeping salt tears into them because the
class wasn't coeducational"
The girls enthusiasm was contagious.
Her friend was beginning to take a more
cheerful view of life.
But, Nancy, do you know how?'
do | know how, is it? Faith, I'm the
finest ever. I'm warranted smooth-running,
noiseless, tidy, honest-and no followers.
They all walk with me-
The new maid executed a few steps and
wound up with a respectful curtsy.
rs it engaged | am?'
John can never keep his face straight"
johns a dear. He'll have the time of
his life
My dear mistress, if your baronet isn't
mummy, he'll not know whether I'm
pouring champagne or cider vinegar for
him by the time the entree come on. He
is going to get valuable side-lghts on
American domestic affairs. He'll want to
rent the castle and come to New York
to live after he sees the American domestic
on her native heath. Ring for a cab,
honey. I'm going home to don my war
paints. III bring your flowers for you.
Dinner at seVen?"
'Seventy-thirty."
I'll be here to meet the noble baronet
and help him off with his gaIoshes. Auf
wiedersehen."
She was off in a frou-frou of silk petit
coats and excitement, and Mrs. Winston
wandered toward the kitchen, shaking her
head. yet smiling the while. Nancy's
friends have answering confidence in her
prOwess
At seven o'clock the new maid appeared,
and enthusiastically Rugged her mistress.
III go in your room, ma am, and put on
my apron and cap"
Il got John on the telephone. Nancy,
and told him. l was afraid he'd make a
scene when you opened the door"
What did he say
Say! He howed I couldn't wait to
breath so | rang off
When Mr. Wilson rang his own door
bell at fifteen minutes past seven, the door
was opened by a vision that made the
his monocle, and then fish feebly for it and
readjust it.
Nancy had not been a false prophet She
was adorable. Her light hair curled in dis
tracing waves from under the most be-
coming of caps. Her plain black frock
and coquettish apron set off her figure to
perfection. Her cheeks were pink with ex-
element Her eyes were even more mis-
chvous than usual, which was a WORK Oh
supererogation. Her dimples were strug-
Cling Valiantly to assert themselves and
give the lie to the beautiful occurrences
of her lips
The baTonet stared. Then, involuntarily,
he turned, and looked with mild specula-
ton. at his friend Winston. Guilty embar-
rassment was written in every line of his
hosts face. CLEAN of pity for Mrs. Win
ston dawned in the baronet's heart, and he
discreety shifted his glance once more
to the maid. After all. he admitted to
himself Winston would be more than HUI
man if--NancY took the Englishman'S
coat and hat. He wore no galoshes
TN run up and get into dinner-coat