The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-08-02
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81 do feel SICK" l confessed.
"Are you going out this after
noon?" asked my mistress.
NO." said 1, 81 have no
friends to visit"
well, I'm afraid you are 60
ing to be SICK" said she, $50 you
ha dbetter take your afternoon
out and not come back. You
might see a doctor"
l thought of the FL cents and
the postage stamp my pocketbook
then contained.
II think l owe you $2.15," said
my employer, laying the money
among the dishes / had washed.
But, madam" / exclaimed,
where shall l go? What shall I
do? I know practically no one in
the town, as you are aware"
There are the charity wards
at the hospitals" she said, vague
ly, moving toward the door.
But no charity ward would ac-
cept me. l am not ill enough"
well. I'm sure l don't know"
she said; there are working girls
homes and things. 1 suppose you
could try the Y. w. c. A."
Where is the Y. w. G. A. E" 1
asked.
you really should not expect
me to answer your questions.
Why don't you ask your young
man who was sitting out here
with you the other night?" asked
the mistress of the kitchen.
Il do not know that young man
well enough to care to tell my
troubles to him." 1 answered.
II dare say he would be per-
fectly willing to look after you
for a few days" She threw the
insule at me as her silken skirts
swished through the pantry door.
How I longed to forget that I
was only servant, and say to
her as woman to woman what l
thought of her writing club pa
pers on Universal Sisterhood,
and before the ink was dry. treat
ing one of her own household so
uncharitably!
The only caller l had during my
service to Mrs. was a man
who spent an hour with me in the
kitchen one evening after my
work was done. He was a friend
OF a girl l knew In another city
and she had asked him to call.
Most of his visit was taken up
with my making butter balls
oh, those butter balls!
They were the bane of my ex-
fstence, and disgrace to the
household. The mistress said So
And they were not what might
be called bowling success.
There was war over those but
ter balls. My mistress hobby
was trimmings. She cared little
for fundamentals, such as enough
cooking utensils, but she would
have finger bowls and candelabra
every night for dinner. 1t was
the same way with the butter
balls, and she bewailed my inca
pacity in this respect, while 1T
never entered her head to find out
whether or not I kept my dish
mops and tea towels sweet smell
ing and free from germs.
SO spent all my spare time
even when I was supposed to be
entertaining callers - seriously
padding little squares OF creamery
butter.
/ had applied for the situation
without reference. Mrs. 49,
spent half hour trying to i'm
press upon me the ract that she
never employed help who could
not show references, but she en-
gagged me because-well. 1t was
Ibis way:
Il am sure you will look a per-
feet duck in uniforml My last
maid was SO homeIy that my hms-
band said 1t kept him awake
nightsl You know how to smile
when you open the door, It's
lutte the latest thing to have a
aid smile-not too much--but
lust a little" My mistress-to-be
waxed enthusiastic. You have
no objection to wearing caps?"
1t made no difference to me
whether or not I had a fiy-away
piece of lawn pinned on my head.
I'VE really have very little 70
do-end the work is not hard