Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1906-08-16

'Gs everything we'll, James?" she
asked, meaning the possibilities of ser
vice and not the cardiac intranquility
of the servant.
every well, Miss Annesley, with a
sudden bold scrutiny.
Whatever it was she saw in his eyes
it had the effect of making hers turn
aside. He grew visibly nervous.
You haven't the hands of a servant,
James, quietly.
He started and knocked a fork to
the floor
"They are too clumsy" she went on
maliciously.
Il am not butler, Miss; I am a
groom. | promise to do the very best
can" Wrath mingled with the
shame on his face.
"a man who can do what you did
this morning ought not to be afraid of
dinner-table"
There is some difference between a
dinnertable and a horse, Miss" He
stopped to recover the fork while she
touched her lips with her handker-
chief. The situation was becoming
uncomfortable. He knew that, for some
reason, she was quietly laughing at
him
Never put back on the table a fork
or piece of silver that has fallen to
the floor" she advised Procure
clean one"
Yes, Miss" Why in heavens name
didn't she go and leave him in peace?
And be very careful not to spill
drop of the burgundy. 1t is rs, and
a particular fayorite of my fathers"
Seventy AS if he hadn't had
many a bottle of that superb vintage
during the past ten months! The
glands in his teeth opened at the MEM
DRY Of that taste.
James, we have been in the habit
of paying off the servants on this day
of the month. Payday comes especial
ly happy this time. 1t will put good
feeling into all, and make the service
vastly more expeditions"
She counted out four ten-dollar
notes from a roll in her hand and
signified him to approach. He took
the money, coolly counted it, and put
it in his vest pocket.
THANK you, Miss"
do not say she looked disap-
pointed but | assert that she was
slightly disconnected. She never knew
the effort he had put forth to subdue
the desire to tear the money into
shreds. throw it at her feet and leave
the house.
when the gentlemen wish for ci-
gars or cigarettes, you will find them
in the usual place, the lower drawer
in the sideboard." With swish she
was gone.
He took the money out and studied
it. No, he wouldn't tear it up; rather
he would put it among his keepsakes.
| shall leave Mr.. Robert, or NJ sieu
Thames, to recover his tranquility, and
describe to you the character and quail
ity of the guests. There was the af-
fable military attache of the British
embassy, there was a celebrated Amer
lean countess, famous dramatist, and
his musical wife, Warburton's late
commanding colonel, Mrs. Chadwick,
Count Karloff, one of the notable grand
opera prima-donnas, who would not
sing in opera till February, a cabinet
officer and his wife, Col Annesley and
his daughter You will note the cosmo-
politan character of these distin-
guished persons. Perhaps in no other
city in America could they be brought
together at an informal dinner such as
this one was. There was no question
of precedence or any such nonsense.
Everybody knew everybody else, with
one exception Col. Raleigh was a COM
able old fellow, full of stories of the
wild, free west, an excellent listener
besides, who always stopped a goodly
distance on the right side of what is
known in polite circles as the bore's
dead-line. Warburton held for him a
deep affection martinez though he was,
for he was singularly just and merci-
full.
They had either drunk the cocktail
or had set it aside untouched, and had
emptied the oyster shells, when the
ordeal of the soup began. Very few of
those seated gave any attention to my
butler. The first thing he did was to
drop the silver ladle. Only the girl
saw this mishap. She laughed; and
Raleigh believed that he had told his
story in an exceptionally taking man
ner. My butler quietly procured another
ladle, and proceeded coolly enough. l
must confess, however, that his cool
ness was the result Of a physical eff
fort. The soup quivered and trem-
bled outrageously, and more than once
he felt the heat of the liquid on his
thumb. This moment his face was
pale, that moment it was red. But,
as I remarked few observed him,
Why should they? Everybody had
something to say to everybody else;
apd a hutIar was only machine anv-