New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-05-21
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR MAY H. 1911
SECRETARY OF FRIVOLOUS AFFAIRS

that I'd do. had borrowed that about
speaking French, bridge, football. ct cetei TT
| pondcred over the intricate and unuSuai ;
but in all the wild flights of my Imagination
| couldn't land on anything that seemed 70 %
be just that, unless she wanted me 10 90 al
those things. I'd have to draw the line dV
football and baseball. | could root; but
NOV I've always denied that had nerves
~ ! take 1t back I'm sure l wore d
groove in the floor up and down the halfway
that afternoon before she came. could''
sit down long enough TO eat my luncheon DuI
caught 1t IN relays at the dining room dooi
each time | passed Finally we heard inc
hum Of big car-you can always tel irolI'
the sound when a car is big-whch Stoppcu'
snortcd, and stood still in front Of our place
| Then came the janglc Of the bell Just IN tne
space of time that it would take dignllled
| old lady to get from the car to the button.
had searched stray newspapers ana 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 a Sunday newspaper taken at d
charity bazaar, showing her with one foot IN
| the air and her mouth open. | crumpled the
paper and flung it into a corner, much 10
los disgust, for she prides herself on the
neat way I've been brought up,-but kept
thinking Of it as heard the elevator gong
down and then coming up again. gigglc1i
historically, and my mouth was sun
stretched in a broad grin when Mrs. Mara
Crowninshicld Hazard entered. It's an
other instance of an all wise Providence tax.
| ing care of us when we can't take care OF
/, In ba
| il from the way she smiled back and squeezed
my hand and from the minute looked
into her beaming, fat FACET is fat and II
have to say Sol knew that II she wanted
me for lady's maid Id try to qualify TOR the
job.
She examined first myself, then Jo,
through her lorgnette; but | wasn't one
whit frightened did look 50 motherly!
But which of you is Miss Goldman. she
asked.
lam Miss Goldman, Josephine Goldman
10 answered her; "but my sister Louie S
! the one you came TO Sec
She looked me over again, and a thought
struck me.
III ,ou want Jo," said hastily, cts just
the same. It's all in the family But
could see 10 lady's maidl Goodness
Il want lnc one WHO Sptetho lSHN4l,
| bridge, football, baseball, automobile, and
golf she smiled. Its an experiment.
She sat down ana we'd the lorgnette at
the open windows. I see you Ike fresh air
that good, splendii!' She ra.ed the lor-
gnettc and took in the room, the walls, the
pictures, the furniture that furniture IS all
right! "Good taste, she murmurcd; then
| She looked at It's. you don 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-
amincd the books and noticed the music
that lay open on the piano. There was a
copy Of Memberships "Rondo Caprccl-
oso," a book of MacDowells "Woodland
Sketches the "Slumber Boat, and copy
Of the latest Rag. should have enjoyed
kicking that Rag into the waste basket; for
| 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