Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1910-11-14


All, surely she said gracousy. you hire it
done by an intellectual Inferior That is right That
Is what do Only" she added with unconscious
pathos, mime doesn't clean things after I've hired
her
1t was plain that she did not Our visit to Mrs.
Narburton's home had taught us that
Toward spring she came to less frequently, and
hnally did not come at all In June we had a hur
ned note from her, explaining that she leaving
town Tor the summer regretting that time would not
permit farewell call, and referring vaguely to 4
reunion in the autumn when she returned the city
Jesslca and looked at each other.
She's offended" announced Jcssica positively
but at what. in Heavens name? Have you done
anything, Helen?"
| hastily disavowed the tacit charge
gested
yessica smiled in her most superior fashion.
My blunt speeches." she repeated Grace War
burton has said more brutal things to me in one
evening than you and l could think of in a month
if put our minds to it. That was one of her
charms, she added, refcctively.
| sighed, for this true. No amount of plain
speaking would hurt Mrs. Warburton, and | recalled
now that our last evening together had been
usually harmonious
Have we begun to bore her do you think" I
hazarded Jessica turned upon expression
made up, IN equal parts, OF human evaporation and
Christian forbcdranCe
How could we bore herr" she demanded terselv
She has read our textbooks and she thinks we're
literary 10 this retOrt reverential silence seemed
the only fitting tribute and gave it.
We discussed Mrs Warburton's letter further for
a lew moments; even, casually, for a few weeks.
Then. leaving town ourselves mental picture of
her faded INTO a dim background, in the darkest
cesses OF which lurked mysterously ball and chain.
1t was not until the following November that Mrs.
Warburton emerged from the obscurity in which,
so to speak, she had been enveloped. We back
in the city, and our editor friend casually mentioned
during call one afternoon, that the distinguished
apostle OF sex equality had married. We gasped in
unison.
Whom? When?" we demanded.
Our confessed that the details had escaOed
him.
1T was done pretty quietly, fancy" he hazarded.
ut would have to be, wouldn't it. in the circum-
stances? Wouldn't she be guyed a lot, and all that
for going back her coors?"
We pointed out that matrimony did not necessar-
lily include the change of Mrs. Warburton's convic-
tons.
Probably her husband is in sympathy with them.
and will conduct himself accordingly" Jessica ex-
planned But it's odd she didn't tell us. I'd like to
her again.
The wish evidently fingered in the mind of our
editor, for fortnight later he presented with
Mrs. Warburtons new address, which he had secured
from her publishers
Il forgot to ask her present name' he admitted
cheerfully but here's where she lives, and they'll
know there, of course, who she is"
Jesslca and hesitated a week more over the little
slip of paper.
Il suppose we really ought to keep away muir
INJURED at last And yet With any one but Mrs.
Warburton this silence would naturally suggest a
willingness to be deprived Of the delights of
society But with her II may a dozen other
things-povcrty fear that We will misunderstood
her, such reason. On the whole, | think
we ought to look her up"
We did, the next day. choosing the late afternoon
for our call. 1t was not difficult to find - East
Sixty-fourth Street which proved to be extremely
unpretentjous apartment house with of fire.
escapes zigzagging dzzy down its front The jan
itor, who opened the door and promptly wiped his
hand on the side OF his trousers after doing knew
where Mrs. Warbutron lived
up three flights. first door t the left" were his
terse directions We followed them. knock at
the door brought forth presently the sound of I'M
certain footsteps on the other side.
But moment said a familiar voice "Ah
mon Dea, zose darknesses! The doorway opened
and the subdued light of the hallway fell on the
round pink face OF Professor Alphonse Olivier. 1t
flushed deeper for moment. then beamed upon us.
Both his hands came forth in eager greeting Ex-
ctedly, delightedly. with many gesticulations and
much speech, he ushered US in.
My vie she prepare Supaire, he then ex-
planned, happily zen she come to u.s. oni? If | tell
hair Eat you are here. somezng burn. certqnement
Re fairst days all Misunderstanding But l teach
hair. and she improve-jOH DieH 'ow zat woman i'm
prove! 1t was miracle TrdmeHt"
We sought to leave, explaining that we would
come again. but he would hear of this. He led
things, recognized the dim brass of the samovar
IN Mrs. Warburtons former home Some effort had
been made to brighten There several brazen
Pushes its cheek.
we ave fHe,' explained our host with artless
candor. MY wife she do all-eferyzng She cook
she wash. she scrub 1t iss her wish. I teach hair
We ave not much of American dollairc naints-
HGrt. Later zey come, OU"
He continued to beam upon us his slippered feet
resting comfortably a hassock before him. his
shabby smokingjacket unbut:oned for greater COM
fort. The pipe he had PITT down at our entrance
lay on the floor smelling horribly From the kitchen
at the end of the hail. ne clatter of dishes the
brisk opening and closing Of stovedoors the sound
OF swift footsteps moving tc and fro. An odor Of
boiling onions waited to our nostris together
with the rrnistaksble scent Of something burning
Our hosts jaw dropped as this last borne in.
IT burn-somezng." he nurmured; ct always
burn-somezing. But she Improve. Oa, o@. she
improve"
Mr.. Wrburton-fo, Madame Olivier henceorth
came to the door at this moment, and beholdng
u.s. stood there for traoshxed second. She was
enveloped in huge calico apron cap was on her
head. and she vaguely held a kitchen towel in her
hands Suddenly dropping it. she forward,
turning first to and then 70 the other Of her