Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-01

anywhere but in the servants hall Oh, for the ready-made cravat that hitched to the ollar-button! And ther there was that servants low turned down collar, glossy as celluloid. He felt as difident in his bare throat as debutante feels in her first decollette ball-gown, not very we'll covered up as 1t were And, heaven and earth l how appallingly large his hands had grown, how clumsy his feet! Would the colonel expose him? Would he keep silent? This remained to be found out; wherein lay the terror of suspense. -.....,...-,.e
 "Remembair," went on Monsieur Pierre, after pause, feeling that he had duty to fulfill and a responsible ity to shift to other shoulders than his own, "remembair, eef you spill zee soup, keel you. You carry zee tureen in, zen you deesh out zee soup, and sairve. Zee oystaires should be on zee table tree minutes before zee guests haf arrive. Now, can you make zee American cocktail?"
 q an,"-with ghost of a smile.
 Make heem,"-with pompous wave of the hand toward the favorite ingredients.
 What kind?"
 "Vot kind! Eez zare more cocktails, zen?"
 Only two that are proper, the man. haitian and the martini" .-.
 Make zee martini; know heem."
 But cocktails ought not be mixed before serving
 "I say, make zee one cocktail, '- coldly and skeptically. ''I test heem." Warburton made one. Monsieur slipped it slowly, making wry face, for. true Gaul that he was, only tive kinds of stimulants appealed to his palate, liqueurs and wines. He found it as good as any he had ever tasted. Yer good, "-softening. "Zare ees zen, one ting zat all zee Americans can make, zee cocktail? I am educate; I learn. Now leaf me till eight Keep zee collect head, and Monsieur Pierre turned his attention to his cartridges
 James went out of doors to get breath of fresh aid and to collect hts thoughts, which were wool-gathering, whatever that may mean. They needed collecting, these thoughts of his, and labelling, for they were at all points of the compass, and he was at loss upon which to draw for support. Here he was, in a devil of a fix, and no possible way of escaping except by absolutely boiling; and he vowed that he wouldn't bolt, not if he stood the chance of being exposed 50 times over. He had danced; he was going to pay the fiddler like man. He had never ran away from anything. and he wasn't going to begin now.
 At the worst, they could only laugh at him; but his secret would be his no longer. Ass that he had been! How to tell this girl that he loved her? How to appear to her as his natural self? What a chance he had wilfully thrown away! He might have been guest tonight; he might have sat next to her, turned the pages of her music, and perhaps sighed love in her ear, all of which would have been very proper and conventional An, if he only knew what was going on behind those Med iterranean eyes of hers, those heavenly sapphires. Had she any suspicion? No. it could not be possible; she had humiliated him too often, to suspect the imposture. Alackaday!
 Had any one else applied the dis reputable terms he applied to himself there would have been a battle royal. When he became out of breath, he re- entered the house to have a final look at the table before the ordeal began.
 Covers had been laid for 12; immac- ulate linen, beautiful silver, and spark ling cut-glass. He wondered how much the girl was worth. and thought of his own miserable $4500 the year. True, his capital could at any time be con- verted into cash. some $75.000, but it would be no longer the goose with the golden egg. A great bowl of roses stood on a glass center-piece As he leaned toward them to inhale theirper- fume he heard sound He turned.
 She stood framed in a doorway. a picture such as artists conjure up to fit in sunlit corners of gloomy studios; beauty. youth. radiance. luster. happi- ness. To his ardent eyes she was su- premely beautiful. How wildly his heart beat, This was the first time he had seen her in all her glory. His emotion was so strong that he did not observe that she was biting her neither lip.
 "Is everything well. James," she asked, meaning the possibilities of ser vice and not the cardiac intranquility of the servant.
 Very 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 yisibly nervous.
 You haven't the hands of servant, James, quietly.
 He started and knocked fork, to the floor.
 They are too clumsy" she went on maliciously.
 T am not butler. Miss: I am a groom. l promise to do the very best can. Wrath mingled with the hame on his face.
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