Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-09


reading lamp, some shelves of books, maya
zines on a table, some good worries on the
mantel, prints upon the dark gray walls,
and a wide windowseat looking over ter
race and harbOr.
1.-The late Mr.. Judson's rooms, sir" ex-
planned the man. Miss Natalie-that is.
Mrs. Garriott, sir-had them arranged for
YOU" He was lingering the straps of the
new masters suitcase.
Garriott had vision of this magnificent
individual hauling out of its hiding place the
kind of ragged shirt he had sometimes worn
in the West, and with an involuntary gesture
stopped him. "What are you doing?"
The man Strengthened. will you not
dress now, sir!
Garrott laughed. He suddenly remem-
bered his linen was new. "Oh, very well.
What's your name?"
"Tibbott, sir. l drew Mr. Judson's bath
and laid out his dinner clothes for fifteen
years His valet, sir; yours too, l hope.
Shall l draw it now, sir?"
The prospect appalled, Garriott. He had
lived in small hotel in Western town
where dress coat was either an object of
suspicion or of amusement. He had always
had one; but in the little manufacturing
city he had kept it in his trunk. He couldn't
repress a smile when he thought what Bill
.Jamison would say when he knew Brooke
had man to "lay out" his clothes and
draw" his bath. Tibbott eyed the new
master impassively. Twenty years with
Oliver Judson had taught him never to be
surprised at anything. So he unpacked the
valise and then silently crossed the room and
turned the spigots in the bath.
1t was clear that unless he made declara-
ton of independence Tibbott would arrange
schedule as inmutabe as time. For the
present he yielded to the inevitable, lit
cigarette, walked over to the window, and
looked out over the lovely landscape
Straight before him. rolling gently to the
blue harbor, lay lawn cut through the vir-
gin woods and bordered on each side by
heavy hedge of rhododendrons just coming
to bloom. A path wound through the trees
at the left, and down near the boathouse he
could make out the lines of several craft
moored close to the jetty. When Tibbott
came into the room again Garriott ques-
toned him.
"What boats are those, Tibbott?"
Boats. sir? A sloop, power boat, and
some launches, think. Mr.. Judson was
very partial to the water. sir" Had lib
bott added, for bathing as we'll as sailing"
he could not have looked at his master with
more eloquent eye.
and the little house to the right" con-
tinued Garriott.
yes, IlldI . lilS IiSdu SdIutIl-
er's cottage
Him. Do you know how many servants
there are?"
'More than twenty, I'm sure; thirty
persons, perhaps, sir, with the coachman and
chauffeur. Miss Natalie-that is, Mrs Gar
riott, sir-she has always run the place gen.
erously; though, as sometimes says to the
housekeeper-"
That will do, Tibbott," broke in Gar
riott. "You may 60. I'll ring. By the way.
what rooms do all these doors lead to-"
"This, sir, to the guest chambers. - indi-
eating; the one to the left to the morning
room; the one beside me here to the corridor
TO Mrs. CARROTS private suite" He put
his hand on the knob and turned it; but the
door would not open. Il did not know
Brooke flicked his cigarette out of the
window. That will do, Tibbott" he said
quietly.
THANK you, sir. Is there anything else?"
"No!" roared Garriott.
And the man, with another reproachful
look in the direction of the bathroom, van
ished into the hall.
GARRIOTT dressed slowly, with many
reflective pauses between bath and
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