Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-11-30

|
 somebody else's little girl.
 Sweet" I said. Has she been ill?"
 "No. Do you think she looks deli
 cate"
 "It was the hospital nurse"-- be.
 gan, but Mrs. Taylour laughed
 "Oh, I suppose that would strike you
 as funny. But we often have them
 for our children. We poor New York
 women have so much to do socially
 we have to be relieved of all feeling
 of responsibility if we don't want to
 come down with nervous prostration. ] shall hang on to this same nurse for
 years if she'll stay; she's so good and
 only $10 week. When Rosemary
 grows up and comes out she will be
 her maid, you know, Lady Betty. Do
 you ever have trained nursemaids in
 England?"
 "No." said. "Fancyw
 "Oh, it's a splendid thing for a girl nothing like it. You see, the woman looks after her like maid and nurse both; makes sure her baths the right temperature, takes care of her if she gets the grip, sits up and gives her beef tea or chocolate after balls, mas- sages her and things like that. l used to have one myself, but woman after she's married is different from a bud. She must have French woman for her hair if she respects herself"
 coil y1u hot and then Mrs. Taylour left me to my self for few minutes, while she talk ed to Mrs. Ess Kay. They compared notes about appendicitis, which they called the fashionable complaint, and Mrs. Taylour suddenly exclaimed:
 "Oh, my dear, have had just the smartest idea. AS soon as Dr. Pear son will let me go to Blue Bay I tell you l mean to wake them up there. What I'll do is to have an appendicitis lunch. It'll be rather conducive, won't it?'
 You are the most original thing" exclaimed Mrs. Ess Kay. How are you going to manage?
 ''Oh, nobody shall be invited except those who have had it, and the great feature will be the decorations, operat- ing instruments, you know, and hos pital nurses. and-oh, don't know what all yet, but I'm thinking it out. It was Cora Pitchley's cat lunch that put it in my head" She turned to me. "Only women are asked or cat lunch couldn't be worked. Is it SO with you, tool"
 I'm afraid our women would think it bore if there were no men," l an- swered. Anyway, there always are some, believe. I'm not out yet. Do tell about the cat lunch"
 ''Oh, it was only pretty smart trick of my friend, Mrs, Pitchley. She was a rich young widow from the west with millions and very pretty and lively, so some of the old cats snubbed her and tried to keep her out of New York society when I was introducing her around. But she got her foot in at last, so tight they couldn't help themselves, for the Van Tortens took her up and she was made. So what did she do but give big lunch, in viting all the women who had been the meaneSt 10 her, and not another soul. The whole table decoration consisted of cats, vases made of cats, flower ar- engagements shaped like cats, and little gold cat with emerald eyes for each woman to take away with her, so she wouldn't forget the lunch in hurry. And would you believe it. not one of them saw the joke until Smart Sayings got hold of it and published an account of the function next week."
 What did the women do?' I asked.
 Nothing but feel cattier than be- fore. She's richer than ever now, for she's married a man worth twenty and the first thing be did was to give orders to Celeste, her dress maker, to turn out two new dresses for his wife every week of the year with out fail. not one of them to cost less than S250. It was such a strain on Celeste, thinking of new ideas, that she had to give it up after the first year. though 1t nearly broke her heart"
 II should have thought 1t would Dc 6 strain having the dresses to wear." said I. Fancy getting passionately attached to one frock, but never being able to wear it more than once or twice on account of your duty to the | new ones always coming toward you in a long, relentless procession, down 1 the years. should hate it."
 'I wouldn't" said Mrs. Taylour. T | can't have too many new things, and l , always change each scrap of furni- . ture and decoration in my own rooms ! every year so that Mir. Taylour' won't ! get tired of them. He's such a nerv- i ous man. But you'll meet Cora Pitch 1 Icy at Newport. Her house is there. : She's type of an American woman. i just as bright as she can be. Her sec i )nd husband was a wholesale dry l goods man years ago, but most people i nave forgotten that, now he's worth | 1is millions, and he's got the most 1 gorgeous place. quite like one of your ,ld castles. The worst of it is his | mother lives with them, and when she vas showing the Cora-over the louse (which was decorated pretty yeirdly for the first wifel, the old ady kept explaining: This is the .ouise Seize room; this is the Queen .nne room Cora just looked at the bings and said. What makes you