Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1911-07-05

ct believe you're right Many an
| evening I go to my lonely room in the
/ city and to bed bored"
But you have a home hereT
Here! Why. mother bothers me all
| the while. She treats me as she did
when 1 was a boy. It's my rubbers,
or my overcoat, or a fear that I'll get
spilled out Of my auto, or something
like that, with no rest from morning
| till night"
The maid bent over her work think
ling.
"A penny for your thoughts" said
| Eastburn-
| The maid looked up inquiringly, and
! he explained by asking her what had
set her to thinking.
ct was wondering" she replied, IF
| a wife should worry about you in that
| way would it bore you"
I 81 wonder" was the indefinite reply.
Mr.. Eastburn heard his mother COM
| ing upstairs, and, not relishing being
| caught in conversation with a maid,
| he went on up to his room. The sug
gestion that marriage was, after all,
| the only real life for man or woman
! coming from one who could not posi-
| bly, aspire to one of such different So
cfaI position impressed him. Women
had said that to him before, but he
knew they either wished to marry him
| for his wealth or secure him for a
| daughter Spoken by this humble
| maid the words had a new import.
AS he was dropping of to sleep he
| was picturing a home of his own with
| a wife in 1t, and during the last mo-
| ment before Inconsistencies the wife
! was the image of Miss Sanderson's
< maid.
The next morning, while Mr.. East
burn was sitting with his mother at
the breakfast table, a telegram was re-
| ceived from the expected guest saying
| that she was again delayed and would
write. When the letter came the writ
| er said that 1t might be a week be-
/ fore she could arrive. She also gave
| the information that her maid was
not a common servant, but a student
| Of domestic science and a friend whom
she had taken into her service. Would
| Mr. Eastb-rn kindly treat her with
more consideration than an ordinary
servant?
Mother" exclaimed the son, "con-
! found this Miss Sanderson!'
What do you mean, Edmond?"
"She's sent lady up here as a maid
| without telling us anything about it.
/ suspected right away that the girl
was not an ordinary maid. We must
| change our treatment of her at once
Let her dine with us this evening. 1
wish to make amends for not having
shown her proper consideration"
Miss Eastburn was quite willing to
act upon her sons suggestion. She
spoke to the maid after breakfast and
| told her of the proposed change.
! please give me your NAME" said
| Mrs. Eastburn.
adele, m'm."
"Never mind the 'm'm.' Adele
WHAT"
adele Richards"
"Wen, Miss Richards, believe you
brought some baggage of your own.
! trust you have some suitable ap-
| parel."
Miss Richards said that she had
and from that moment dropped the
ways of a maid. She appeared at din
| ner suitably but simply dressed, and
/ it seemed to Mr.. Eastburn that the
whole house was changed. His moth
| er was delighted that something had
occurred to keep him with her, since
she had been dreading his departure.
| Mr.. Eastburn asked a great many
| questions about domestic science and
from Miss Richards replies made up
his mind that she must be a very
stupid student But since she was
pretty and attractive he didn't mind
this After dinner when the maid
lady or maid, whichever the girl was,
sat down at the piano and played the
most difficult music delightfully."- Mr..
Eastburn was surprised again.
From that time forward the young
man had some one to hirt with and
thus while away the hours pleasantly.
He forgot all about the expected
guest or if he remembered that she
! was to visit his mother hoped her en-
gagements would keep her away in
definitely. Fortunately for him she
never came.
During Miss Richards stay the
loaner of surplus funds instructed his
attorney to foreclose certain mort
cages. the interest of which was in
default. The attorney replied that
the mortgagor would like to meet him
at their office for a conference. Mr..
Eastburn spoke of the matter to Miss
Richards, to whom he had become en-
gagged, saying that he would decline
the conference. His fancee convinced
him that it was his duty to meet his
debtor
He went to the city, and Miss Rich
ards followed him on the next train.
On entering his attorneys private Of
fee whom should he see but Miss
Sandersons maid.
What are you here for?' he asked.
astonished.
I'm your debtor"
my debtOr?'
eyes. I'm Edith Sanderson, the
mortgagor."
The young man looked at his fiancee
in a dazed manner, while she contin.