Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-03-17
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VeIluS 10 Cne DOne, ana GERTRUDE, as STe
gazed in panic from her bedroom window,
felt she had much rather be boiled in a
nice, clean vat of olive oil than face the
naughty heiress thus, in servantless house,
hair down her back, and wearing a soiled
kimono.
The elegant Miss Holland rang twice at
the bell, and looked slightly irritated at the
slowness of response. Bung, driving the
white hen, passed her once. With the
stealth of stalking tiger Gertrude scuttled
to side window near which Bung, all OBJ
livious, stood painting from his labors.
"Bung!" she whispered.
"Yep, Missy Geltlude."
"Sh-h-h! Come closer! There's young
lady calling, and no servants to let her in.
Go around to the kitchen and open the front
@Yep. l sabe plenty. You say go lound
to kitchen and open font door,"
Gertrude closed the window softly. A
moment later she nearly tainted when she
beheld Bung walk boldly up to the front
veranda and thus address the daughter of
the prune plutocrat:
"Missy Geltlude say nobody can let you
in. So you please go lound to kitchen and
open font door,"
Tableau!
sMy dear" warbled Gertrude with a
forced smile as she opened the door in her
deshabille, Il hope you won't think we've
all gone crazy the way our poor old servant
has"
"Ti,ese Chinese!" exclaimed Miss Hol-
land, as if to say, "My father can afford
English servants, you know"
Things, however, are never so bad as they
ought to be. Gertrude was able to explain
away the confusion with hundred short
II, 1f,.11,
Miss Holland was not a bad Sort under her
she had come to take Gertrude to an informal
house party overnight at the Holland
ranch, the latter girl accepted with all the
enthusiasm of her dancing teens. She left
note for her father pinned to his chair in the
sitting room, and the two girls, now arrayed
in almost equal splendor, drove away by the
East Road.
Bung continued to dig postholes.
IN defiance of all precedent, Judge Oliver
was driven back from the station in
livery rig. He looked unnaturally bent and
tired. Bung had to help him down from the
seat, and he groaned as he stepped, leaning
heavily on the shoulders of the Chinese
henchman. Bung maintained a tactful
silence; for he knew his boss was suffering
lIO11l d1lOlIeT ATTACK OIL SCldtlCd d1l0 WOulu
be testy accordingly.
The Judge found Gertrude's note on the
chair. He groaned again and swore an un-
Methodistic oath,
dts wonder both the girls have to go
gadding when Mothers in San Francisco
and Toms away at college," he complained
between agonlzing twltches. "Bung, I'm
going to be alone until Mrs Oliver returns
on the midnight train l want you to stand
by and take care of me. Help me up to bed
and mind, if you wrench my back, I'll
break yours!"
"All lite, Judge Olivah," answered Bung
cheerily. II no twist; you no bleak"
He braced his strong shoulder to the sup
port of his lord and master. With skill born
of practice he undressed the old man and
got bottle of liniment out of the top
drawer of the carved walnut bureau. He
applied the irritant vigorously to the quiv-
ering back muscles of the patient, then
patted up billowy mass of pillows and laid
the sufferer against them as tenderly as any
nurse could have lone. The Judges attacks,
he knew, lasted from three to ten hours,
during which time the sufferer, though in no
great pain when quiet, was unable to move
anything but his arms without enduring an
inquisition in every nerve.
"Put the lamp and teabell on the table
by my bed said the Judge, "and hand me