Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1907-06-14

HER DAY OF
FREEDOM.
By RosALIH DAVIS.

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Grace Cramer received the news Of
her aunt's trifiing illness with outward
manifestations Of regret and sympa
thy. but an inward feeling OF exulta
ton which she realized was, to say the
least, ungrateful. Aunt Felice had beer
patient untlring, accomplishing
chaperon for one long week.
Tell Mrs, Cramer hope she will be
feeling very much better when l come
back from drive. Is there anything !
could brlHaaxher- violets or perhaps
roses 2"
Madam cannot endure perfume OF
any sort when she has ono Of these at
tacks. but l shall tell her Of your kind
thoughtfulness." said tho precise, black
gowned maid, who had been In Mrs.
Cramer's service for fifteen years.
Well trained and capable was this
maid, but 1t never dawned upon her
that she should personally SEQ that
Mrs. Cramer's order for the carriage
was executed Certainly this sturdy
young woman from the west, only
daughter of Mrs. Cramer's only broth
or. looked as IL she were quito capable
of giving her own orders.
And 80 It happened that the butler,
not without some misglvings, held open
the big walnut and bronze doors for
Grace to pass out half an hour later
and watched her walk briskly down
tho avenue
AT Thirty-fourth street she paused
uncertainty. There were several points
Of interest she really wanted to see be-
foro returning home-the statue Of LIB
erty, the Metropolitan Museum of Art
and Grants tomb. OF course New
Workers were always bored with such
things, but Grace was from tho west
and frankly interested In sightseeing.
And such q morning as 1t was for
sightseeing!
In front of the Waldorf Astoria stood
steps and keen chances she turned her
feet In their direction. The cabbies
looked at her expectantly-sharp fea-
tured English drivers. heavy jowied
and rcd eyed Irish drivers, couple
who looked as II they had sprung
from tho ghetto and one who caught
and held her glance, smooth and boy
ish Of face. smart and well HnenDok-
Of coat and hat She stnNnng her eyes |
cd up Into his. .Gf purse. !
with hor 81, ~
..Wbere. missY said the dr'Vef So
"Bh, i don't know JUST wncre BIZ
the hour, guess" ~ !
"One-fifty for the first hour. ddNr
an hour after that"
"Ail right. And first we'll go TO q
museum In the park"
He touched the front Of bis hat WIG
his gloved fingers. and some rude youn
men lounging near tho carriage stavtA
er's booth laughed. Grace started.
Perhaps she had better not. Then she /
glanced up ut the young man on the
box. His gloved fingers were still
against his hat, tho doors were invit-
ingly open, and, though his face was
quite grave, his eyes danced In fash
ion very much In accordance with her
own Joy In being free from survoil-
lance for whole day.
She sprang into the hanson, ana the
doors clattered shut
How silly to BIO afraldr' she MUIR
INJURED. why. at home go every
where alone-and no is such nice
looking Irish boy"
1.-THE nice looking Irish boy" gath
ering up his relns. turned his eyes on
the group of rude laughing youths near
the starters booth, and In that look
was curious mingllng Of triumph and
reproach.
They bowled through tho park ana
drew up with flourish In front or tho
museum Grace sprang out.
ooh, It ia 80 much larger than l ex-
pected," she said, turning to tho driver
In frank surprise. not untinged with
appeal. 81 had no idea there was 30
much of It. You don't suppose can
begin to see 1t in half an hour or even
an hourf"
The young man leaned respectfully
from the box.
Indeed you can't, miss. I've been
here nearly every Sunday for the past
three UOntnB, ana uOHt Ieel us IL 4
seen tho half of 1t yet"
ooh. then you don't work on Sun
daysT
The cabby flushed.
AFTER O, miss. There's not much do
ing here on Sundays till dinner time"
do they have guidosT she said,
waving her hand toward the museum.
mo, miss. But you can buy n cata-
logue"--
"And spend all my time trying to flg-
ure out the catalogue Goodness. ev-
erything is so big in New York; IL
appalls me-" She took step forward.
then turned.
II don't suppose-would you mind-if
you could get some one to hold the
horge-couid you take me through It
would save so much time II you know
the building. and then maybe ! could
sec Grants tomb too"
The young Irishman swung around
on the box. Yes; there. a few rods
away, was a policeman. He drove to-
ward the officer. held a whispered con-
versation and In a few moments re-
turned on foot. leaving the horse In
care Of a bright looking boy, with the
sympathetic policeman in higher au-
thority.
You'll won't to see the Vanderbilt
loan collection, few OF the biggest
and finest nicturea and the MOPQan