Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-01-27

HuylHlHS IS EuTcHdScu, SIT, Wo Sudli have to depend upon your judgment { Are you given to cussing?" ftCussing? repeated Warburton.
 "Yes, sir. Miss Annesley won't stand for it around tho stables. The man before yot, sir. could cuss most beautifully: and think that's why he was fired. At least, it was one reason"
 Warburton smoothed his twitching mouth. Don't you worry, William; it's against my religion to use profane language"
 William winked, there was an an- swering wink, and the two became friends from tha; ,nrrnon, on.
 "I'll bet you didn't say s thing to Pirate, yesterday, when he bolted over the wall with you.
 "Well, believe did address few remarks to Pirate which would not sound we'll on ,.ress-paraGe; but so long as 1t wasn't within hearing iis- tauce, William, I suppose it doesut matter" "No, sir; suppose not"
 Now, what kind of master is the colonel?'' asked Warburton strapping on his English leggins.
 Well, it's hard to say just now. You see, I've been with the family ever since I was six. The colonel used to be the best fellow ever knew. Always looking out for your comfort, never an undeserved harsh word, and always smile when you pleased him. But he's changed in the last two years" How" ........-.. s.5 He doesn't take any interest in the things he, used to- He goes about as if he had something on his mind; kind of absent-minded, you know; and for gets tomorrow what he says to-day. He always puts on good face, though, when Miss Betty is around"
 "Ah. What night do I have off?"-- l of a mind that a question like this would sound eminently professional in Williams ears. ...
 Sunday, possibly; it all depends on Miss Annesley, sir. In Virginia nearly every night was ours. Here it's differ ent." William hurriedly pulled on his rubber boots and gloves, grabbed up the carriage sponges, and vanished. Warburton sat on the edge of the cot and laughed silently. All this was very amusing. Had any man. since the beginning of time, found himself in like position? He doubted it. And he was to be butler besides! It would be something to remember in his old age. Yet, once or twice the pins of his con- science pricked him. He wasn't treat ing Nancy just right. He didn't want her to cry over his gracelessness; he didn't want her to think that he was heartless. But what could he do? He stood too deeply committed.
 He was puzzled about one thing, however. and. twist it as he would, he could not solve it with any degree of satisfaction. Why, after what had happened, had she hired him? If she could pass over that episode at the carriage-door and forget it. he couldn't. He knew that each time he saw her the memory of that embrace and brotherly salute would rise before his eyes and rob him of some of his assurance-an attribute which was rather we'll de- veloped in Mir. Robert. though he was loath to admit it. If his actions were a mystery to her. hers were none the less so to him. He made up his mind to move guardedly in whatever he did, to practice control over his mobile features so as to avert any shock or thoughtless sign of interest. He knew that sooner or later the day would come when he would be found out: hut this made him not the less eager to court that day.
 He shaved himself and was wiping his face on the towel when Celeste appeared in the door-way. She eyed him. her head inclined roguishly to one side. the exact attitude of bird that has suddenly met a curious and disturbing specimen of insect life.
 "M'sieu Zhames Mees Annesley rides thees morning. You will prepairra yourself according. and she rattled or in her absurd native tongue tevery other native tongue is absurd tj us, you kncwD-
 "He is charming and handsome.
 With his uniform and saber:
 And his fine black eyes
 Look love as he rides by!'
 while the chef in the kitchen g;ared furiously at his omelette soufie. ant vowed terrible things to MsieU Zhames if Es looked at Celeste more .haa twicl a day
 Good morning, said M'sieI znanes hanging ED his towel His face glowed as the result of the vigorous rubbing 1t had received.
 Bon jour.
 Don't give me any Of -our tons joors. Miss. stolidly. There's on'y one language for me. and tl:at's En' glish."
 Merci. You Anglaises are 70 con- ceitI Ho's you like me to teach yoI Fren"h. eh M'sied Zhsmes:'
 Not for me."-shaking his head She was Neiy pretty. and under or dicary Circ1Ims tsnces ita GiC not finish the thought, but will foi him. Under ordinary circIns'anccs M'sieu Zhames would have kissed her
 NO teach you French? NOn2 Ex traorrdnaire." She tripped away laughing. while the chef tugged at hi