Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1912-11-21
WHEN BRIDGET LEFT

Anne Fairfax glanced up impa-
tiently from her article on 'Why My
Servants Stay With Me-" for the Oe-
tober Homebreaker Magazine, to
face ''the daily question"
@What have you in the refrigera-
tor, Bridget?" she asked absent
mindedly. Her thoughts we're on
higher things at present than the
ordering of meats and vegetables.
~Nothin'," Bridget answered la
conically.
what Nothing left Of that big
roast And where is all the fruit
Mr.. Fairfax sent home yesterday
"Shure, I'm afther LAWN this aft
ernoon. | don't like bein' insinoo-
ated to be a thafe." And Bridget in
dignantly clattered down the narrow
back stairs, banging the meaningless
nursery gate after her. Some for
mer tenant of the Fairfax abode had
left that little gate in its present
place, but Anne Fairfax thought, as
she unattached it, that she was glad,
all things considered--her success
| full literary career, etc.-that, though
married three whole years, she had
nothing but a wire fence running
round the house"
"Three maids in one month"; she
sighed as she followed the irate and
slovenly Bridget into the culinary
/ department. of the Fairfax domicile
''No wonder l cannot get ahead
with my articles for the Home
breaker"
HE window shades were T0iicd ~
crookedly, and in the hot sunshine
thus admitted myriad flies buzzed
merrily about the kitchen. The cor
der man" stood holding the screen
door wide open, letting in more flies
which crawled here, there and every.
where. One jet of the gas stove was
; blazing high-for the pleasure anC
profit of the gas company, no doubt
for there was no sign of pot or pal
in its vicinity, though a veritabl'
mountain of them adorned the re
mains of breakfast, as it had beer
removed from the dining room tive
hours earlier; this was fanked OF
one side by an open bottle of milk
and on the others by-a rudy clus
ter of hair puffs and several hair
pinsl
Bridget" gasped Anne Fairfax
!. with one Mortified glance about he
!: kitchen, and rising in her wrath t
almost queenly dignity. 'FYou mad
a mistake when you said you wer
& leaving this afternoon. You ar
n leaving now-this very moment p
d The order man stepped quietly il
J. and closed the screen door gently
He recognized the ''lady of tn
r house" quality in Mrs. Fairfax's ac
cents. Bridget, cackling scornfull,
and fairly smoking with impudence
gathered up the fatal red hirsut
adornments and shufied up the bacl
stairs to ''pack," while Anne Fair
! fax ordered soap, ammonia, mops
brooms, scrub brushes, fly papers
ETC., from the astonished "orde
man" till that worthy gathered u
courage to ask, "Goin' to star
housecleanin', Mrs. Fairfax"
NO." snorted Anne Fairfax. "I'r
going to clean this kitchen! Jus
look at itw she walled, forgettin
her dignity. "That filthy creatur
has only been here one week, an
look at it! And l thought she wa
keeping things clean"
AS soon as the kitchen wa
darkened and less full of the buzzin
winged torments, Annelg Fairfa
tucked up her blue dimity skirt un
der a voluminous bingham apron
rolled her dainty sleeves above he
rather frail-looking elbows an
doughtily attacked the sink and il
greasy contents. After an hour
toll she decided to go down celia
and look at the refrigerator ugh
1t is as / feared, and the cellar is S
stuffy and musty."
Anne Fairfax climbed up on
. chair to open a window, but rust an