The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1910-01-08

question; and l am generally asked
to take the floor, because we have had
such queer experiences.
have time for only one more anec
dote, but | must tell that. Summer be
fore last mother got treasure of
cook She could cook, she was re
spectful and respectable, she didn't
break and she was honest, but
Well, her but was that she would
not go to the mountains. Now we
take a furnished house in the noun
tains every summer, but we can't get
servant up there and Nadiezda
(she's a Pole) could not be induced
to go. So we went without her, and
she lived IN our city house on halt
wages all summer long and cooked
for herself, while mother went to the
mountains and cooked for herself
Still, it was a sort Of comfort to think
that somewhere we had a capable
cook cooking.
| sometimes wish that some OF the
incapable ones could be cooking some
where.
m some recent magazine stories the
Il thing that counts seems to be not
so much what the people do and say
as where and how they say it.
Let us discover two characters in
the parlor ard open the conversation
| in this way:
Charles Darcy rose to his feet and
ga2ed first at Marie and then at Il
steel engraving.
Marie's eyes followed his and then
went beyond and back of him to 4
| French mirror. 1t was at least min
ute before Charles spoke, and in that
| time his hazel eyes travelled around
and took in seven chairs, the arm
chair. the sofa, the desk and the cur.
tains.
Nor were her eyes idle, even though
she did not speak. She looked at the
handsome Turkish rug, at the cart.
ridge paper on the wall--it was a rob.
in's-egg blue-at the chandelier and
then at him.
81 don't know what to say said
he at last, casting his eyes upon the
Japanese rug.
"Why have you called. then, saic
she. opening magazine with nervous
fingers and reading some of the ad.
vertisements.
Il came" said he as he played With
a silver papercutter that had been Sc
cured at bargain sale, Ito say good,
by"
"Good-by?" she said in questioning
tones, rising aud shifting MarochaI
Mel rose that was stuck in his button
hole.
He looked intently at an etching by
Field which hung over the desk It
depicted sylvan scene in the depths
of winter; but he did not think OF
that. yes, good-by," he said, drop
ping the paper-cutter inadvertently
1t fell with a tinklng sound upon
the marble comfortable and thence &c
the India rug. The sound reused
Marie
We'll then l suppose we must
part"
your supposition is the right one,
said he, taking up 1O-cent monthly
She picked up copy of the latest
novel and opened at the last chapter
1t might have had a significance, but
if it had it escaped her. fly lleW
in at the window and settled on her
cheek. but she did not notice it.
Charles leaned forward and brushed
the fly from her delicate cheek. lie
had ceased to care for her, but he was
not above doing her a common cour
tesy. He read short poem IN the
1O-cent monthly. At last he said, You
have rot answered me"
Il do not know that you had asked
me anything" she replied, turning hel
head so as to see the little oil paint
ing Of a flock Of sheep, which he1
father had won at a rattle.
"Oh, Marie, don't you understand
me?" he cried in tones Of anguish, as
he stepped to the mirror and tied his
cravat
Marie was silent. She did not un
derstand him She hated herself foi
it, and tapped the Smyrna rug with
her foot as she had seen actresses DC
under stress Of feeling.
Charles rose and walked to the door
He turned and looked over the shoul
der Of his pepper.and-salt suit. All
was at an end.
Marie picked up a magazine and
looked at the pictures.
There was a sound Of closing
| door Marie was alone with the book
and magazines, the papercutter, the
seven chairs, the armchair, the SOFA
the comfortable, the mirror, the desk
the lace curtains, the pictures and the
Smyrna rug.
The lunch bell rang
She FASTENED to the dining room.
Copyright. by James Pott & Coz
| An hnecdote Of Success.