Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-05-21
SUNDAY MAGAZINE II.
SECRETARY OF FRIVOLOUS AFFAIRS

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speaking French, bridge, football, ct cetera.
but in all the wild flights. of my imagination
couldn't land on anything that seemed to
be just that, unless she wanted me to do all
those things. I'd have to draw the line at
football and baseball. could root; but
lA1OW I've always denied that I had nerves.
- l take it back. I'm sure / wore
groove in the floor up and down the hallway
that afternoon before she came. couldn't
sit down long enough to eat my luncheon; but
caught it in relays at the dining room door
each time / passed. Finally we heard the
hum of big car-you can always tell from
| the sound when car is big-whiCh stopped,
snorted, and stood still in front of our place.
Then came the jangle of the bell just in the
space of time that it would take dignified
old lady to get from the car to the button.
had searched stray newspapers and mag
azines for possible picture of her, as much
to kill time as to satisfy an impatient curl
osity; but the only one could find was a
snapshot in Sunday newspaper taken at a
charity bazaar, showing her with one foot in
the air and her mouth open. Icrumpled the
paper and flung it into corner,-much to
los disgust, for she prides herself on the
neat way I've been brought up,-but l kept
thinking of it as heard the elevator going
down and then coming up again. giggled
Historically, and my mouth was still
stretched in a broad grin when Mrs. Maria
Crowninshield Hazard entered. It's an
other instance of an all wise Providence TAX
ing care of us when we can't take care of
ourselves; for she liked the smile,-I knew
| it from the way she smiled back and squeezed
my hand,-and from the minute looked
into her beaming, fat FACET is fat and I'll
Il L.. 7 &1,c< H., tod
me for lady's maid I'd try to qualify for the
job.
She examined first myself, then 10,
through her lorgnette; but / wasn't one
whit frightened she did look so motherly!
@But which of you is Miss Codman?" she
asked.
Il am Miss Goldman, Josephine Goldman"
10 answered her; abut my sister, Louie, is
the one you came to See"
| She looked me over again, and thought
struck me.
@If you want Jo," l said hastily, aits just
the same. It's all in the family" But
could see 10 lady's maid! Goodness!
Il want the one who speaks French,
golf," she smiled. 3It's an experiment.
She sat down and waved the lorgnette at
the open windows. Il see you like fresh air
that's good, splendid" She raised the lor-
gnette and took in the room, the walls, the
pictures, the furniture furniture is all
right! @Good TASTE" she murmured; then
she looked at us. @You don't mind my being
personal? have a delicate proposition to
make, and must be sure of myself and you
before make it.
She got up and made an excursion round
the room; but it wasn't offensive, or JOS
eyebrows would have gone up. She ex-
amined the books and noticed the music
that lay open on the piano. There was
copy Of Mendelssohn's 1Rondo Capricci-
oso," a book of MacDowell's woodland
Sketches, the @Slumber Boat, and copy
of the latest Rag. l should have enjoyed
kicking that Rag into the waste basket; for
l did want her to approve of us.
@Varied taste in music" she remarked.
@That's good, excellent" Then she sat
down, and her next question was rather
startling. 3Do you really understand base
ball9"
II do, really" l answered. Il know the
game as well as Ty Cobb and Hans Wagner
although they might think differently on
the subject"
@It's an accomplishment so few girls in
society seem to care about" she sighed.
3Well, you see I'm not in society,"" has
tened to explain.
The lorgnette went up! 1t was the only
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