The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-04-01

the Junior partner married an earls
daughter, each one of the hands" TAX
ing it home to himself as an especial
honor; and never did Lady Murlel APP
pear among them but she was treated
with as much Difference and homage
as if she were the Queen herself.
Patty Urske had caught a good deal
of the Lady Muriel infection. in SO far
that she was always glad to look at
her, but, unlike her neighbors, it was
more with a view to imitation than
worship.
What would she not have given to
be a great lady like Lady Muriel, and
wear nice clothes and pretty laces, and
AVE a grand carriage to drive
about in?
Aye. and she would have it, too, some
day.
1t never occurred to Patty, as it did
to others in Arundale, that the distance
between them and Lady Muriel was
SO great as to be well-nigh impassa-
bic.
Dale House, where Lady Muriel lived.
| was about two miles out Of Arundale.
at the top of a high hill, and for a
long while the carriage could be seer
as it wound its way round and round
down the hill. All the while as she
watched it Patty was thinking of her
own destiny in life. Two men from
the other side of the road gave her a
goodday as she stood there; they were
two of the most respectable of the fac
tory hands, but she only nodded her
head TO them carelessly.
Joe Marks and Dick Swift" she
muttered to herself; they are what
Granny would call God-fearing lads.
Joe keeps his old mother, and Dick
puts his money in the savings bank
Shed have me marry the like O them,
but il I am to spend M life with fac
tory boys. the sooner the Lord takes
it the better"
This somewhat irreverent monologue
was. however, brought to an abrupt
conclusion by the carriage turning the
corner of the street and coming all at
once into full view. Hats were off
everywhere among the many loiterers
about Arundale on this holiday after
, noon. and many a courtesy was
dropped. But Lady Muriel did not note
them: perhaps she was too much
accustomed to homage. perhaps
{ she was too much taken up
t by the young beauty at the cottage
: door, for. Very certainly, her eyes once
? east on Patty she did not remove them
until she was well Out of sight.
THAT girl is much too pretty to be an
: Arundale worker" she observed. az
soon as they were well past Patty. to
: a lady who was sitting beside her.
"Who? which? where"ca asked a
/, young man, lounging on the back seat
of a barouche.
ooh, you are too late! We have
passed her ages ago. and Lady MurieI
laughed, and probably thought no more
of the subject.
Not so Patty; she had seen each in
mate of that carriage very clearly. and
their general appearance, the very color
of their clothes, would be craven on
her recollection for days. The young
lady, Miss Yorke, who sat beside Lady
Muriel, and was her cousin, Patty knew
very well by sight. but the man was a
stranger to her. He was a cookbook
ing man, about eight-and-twenty. with
blue eyes and a long. fair beard-prob-
ably an admirer of Miss Yorke, Patty
thought. But young fair men were not
beings who formed any part in Patty's
crude carving of her life, so she be-
slowed no second thought Upon him,
but stood specializing about the ladies',
.excrcising her mind very much about
the fashion OF their clothes and the
whiteness of their skin. She would
have been rather surprised if my one
had told her that Lady Muriels com-
pleXion was almost an unhappiness to
her: that she used cream of roses every
morning. wore thick wells whenever the
wind was in the east. and would have
given a whole years income to have
possessed the soft delicate coloring OF
the girl who was leaning against the
doorpost watching the carriage.
For such a long time did Patty stan1
there dreaming that the old woman by
the window grew impatient. Yet Patty
was not q reamer in the usual way;
she was far too ambitious to be 9TH
erwise than practical. She shook her.
self when she heard her grandmother's
voice as though to dispel the visions
that fitted around her. and went into
the room, which served them for both
sitting and bedroom,
Five o'clock struck by the factory
clock. and me dying for a cup of tea.
which 1 don't seem likely to get"
grumbled the old woman. in the queru-
lous tone of age.
"-All right, Granny: you shall have
it in a iiffy." cried the girl, cheerily;
Il did not know it was so late. The
Kettle is on the fire, and a few sticks
VIII SET II puilhlS NuHc / StL lh-
things"
"Sticks! that's just what you do,
Patty; waste the sticks. Why can't
you look to the kettle and sec that
it boils without wasting wood? You'll
come to the work'hs. girl
Patty was too wise to answer; she
gave a little jerk as though this sort
of petty economy irritated her, but h
took of the wood store sparingly.
In a few minutes the tea was quite
ready and Patty wheeled her Granny's
chair to the table, for, worn out by
years and work. the old woman was too
crippled to walk. Most likely it was
her utter helplessness and dependence
on her neighbors for assistance, when
Patty was not by to give it to her, that
made her irritable and exacting; at
least so Patty was logical enough to
think while she strove with all her
might not to give cross answers, or to
be put out by Granny's tiresome ways