Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-06-08
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pressed thus unceremoniousl!
into the service of preparation
Moreover. il there was one job he dislike6
more than another 1t was grinding coffee
in the absurdly inadequate utensii EN-.
Ployed by the women of the household
all of which brought him into promp,
acduiescence in the view that his daugh.
ters proper place was In the kitchen
helping her mother. Whersfora he in
turn lifted up his voice and called loudly
for her. Mrs. O'Brien. with dsconcertine
alacrity. changed her attitude and capped
the first snub with double revenge foI
the reproof under which she was still
smarting.
Cant yez lave her alone?" she asked
scornfully. ITS the queer girl she'd be
entoirely If she didn't want to spruce w
calm"
But Nora had responded to her fathers
summons and came down. hooking the
waistban of her skirt.
II never saw such A place. she grum-
hled. "A person can't even get time tc
dress in this house. What do you wan,
now?'
Here. groind this Coffee: ordered hel
father
'Groind it yirsilf. Patrick" interposee
his wife. sharply. Il want Nora to set
the table for Mr.. Crawford"
Whatever O'Briens thoughts and feel
ings may have been. he did not give ut.
terance to them. Perhaps words failed
him or. what was more likely. he hat
learned by long experience that silence
In the end paid better than argument anG
compliance than resistance. So. fillins
his pipe. he went on stoically with hi.
task.
Nora. however. was in no mood for do
cile obedience. She was harboring what
she imagined. especially since she hat
seen the sentlemanly stranger from New
York. to be a crying grievance and wa.
bent on airing it.
I'm sick and tired of it," she de-
clared
Sick an toired Of phwat?" queried he1
mother. stopping and eyeing her. hel
on getting the clean cups and saucers.
'Of this work" said the girl.
An why shouldn't We wurruk. Orc
loike to know? Yere wurrukin' man.
daughter. OF wurruk. An doan't VII
sister wurruk. poor girl?''
to trade places with her.
"Oh. We would. would We? An wht
dye think u'd give yez a job on the
stage" An why would yez think We;
was cut out to be An actress? Sure, vel
can't sing or dance like Patricia. Sht
of yir father.
I'm lots prettier than she is asserted
Nora with pout. as she shot rapiG
glance at herself in the mirror.
"Prettier. indade" cried her mother
raising her hands. There We go ag'in
loike yir father. Both of yez is settin w
now as the beauties av the family"
Patsy herself says that II she had m,
face she'd have every sOubrette on Broad
way beat a mile" insisted the girl. -
d' Mt think it's fair to expect me to spent
luE life waiting. hand and foot on a lot o.
dirty stable boys and Patsy having all the
clothes she wants and off enjoying her
self
Amt she always sendin' you things?'
Cast OFFS
Cast offs, Mercy me. there's graft
tude: An do yez call gailivantin' all Over
the country with the Moonlight Maids
enjoyment
I'D like to try it for change and if
have to earn my living
'Phwat dye mean. earn yir Twin
living. choild?'
Daddy said I'd soon have need to b.
thinking OF it.
"Oh. he did. did he"' commented tn,
old woman. with an omincus look at he!
husband. Let him pay attintion to hi!
horses. III run me children. An thatl
be about all av that Go around to thu
pantry and fitch the butter"
O'Brien scented another storm gather
ing about his devoted head. and as soor
the girls back was turned it broke
upon him.
Its you that's spoilin' her. pu: tin thi!
nonsense into her head about goin' on the
stage" besnn his wife. fiercely.
He answered her with a calmness anC
assurance that gave her choler pause
"Oh. the oidea's not a bad one. IT.,
good money Patsy's earnin'.' he said.
But l misdoubt Nora's knowing how
she began. falteringly.
He cut her short. quick to push hons
his advantage of superiority.
Phwat talk have ye?' he said. rising
and swapping his fingers. Sure. actin:
no trick at all. at all Owe seen babies
do it,
Mrs. OBren was unable to gainsay
this. 1t was an unansWerable argument
But his triumph was short lived. for she
fell back upon the weapon to which every
woman has recourse when all else hal
failed-tears.
Sure. IT'S glib We are to have them
lave met" she walled. mo wan thinks
of mothers heart. Me baby's goin' to
O'Brien descended from his perch in.
continently.
Whist. woman-whist-she amt gone
yi,:" he reminded her. soothingly
but-she-will, OH
And at The thought Of II she snve wa,
filled him with CONSERVATION.
"Whist-sure. Mister Crawford III he
here amy minute. I doan't want him &c
think I've been abusin' ye," he appealed
entreatingly.
Mrs. o. Brien dried her eyes.
"Phwat sort is this Crawford? she
asked.
"Ofve TUX disloike to him." he said
shaking his head
Mrs. OBrien recovered her eauanimit,
and resumed her customary domination.
Thin God prisarve us all. YeH glor,
in shown it, she commented
NO. Ofm Iarnin' diplomacy" he ven
tured. scratching a match on his trouser.
and lighting his pipe.
Its hoigh tonne she retorted. Use
a biz av 1t now and thin. Was it you in.
VOTED him over?'
1T was not. He's comm for cup OF
coffee to take the chill OFF,"
Il suppose you was braggin about me
ccffee?' she said. with gratified anticipa.
ton.
II was not" he replied. emphatically
An why not. pray?" she wanted tc
know. bridling up again. "Ye moigh,
know ye'd niver say good wurrud fol-
a body!
Il; was Mallory" he explained
Me bhoy Dan. Bliss his heart
DAN
She stopped abruptly. Through the
window sine had caught sight of man
approaching.
Here comes Crawford" she said, hur.
riedly. Now smoile. though we could
choke him.