The Detroit times., 1912-04-27
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pie. Heaven, In LiEzie's eyes. was
the glare OF publicity; and since she
was unable TO shine in IL herself. she
loved 10 be attached to somebody
who could. Her fidelity was based on
Agatha's celebrity as singer. She |
would have preferred serving an act
ress who was all the rage. but con-
sidered popular singer. who paid
literally, as the next best thing.
There was always enough common
sense In Lizzie's remarks to make
some impression, even on a person
capable OF the folly OF mourning at a
deathbed. Agatha's spirits. freshen-
ed by hope and the sleep OF health, !
rose 10 buoyancy which was well
able to deal with practical questions.
She quickly formed q plan for the
day. though she was wise enough to
withhold the scheme from her maid.
Agatha drank her coffee, ate spar
ingly OF Sallie's toast, and, leaving
Lizzie with a piece OF sewing TO do.
! went first to James Hambleton's
room. After ten minutes or so she
slowly descended the stairs and went
out the front way. She circled the
garden and came round to the open
kitchen door. Sallie was kneeling
before her oven, inspecting bread.
Agatha watched her while she tapped
the bottom OF the tin, held her face
down close to the loaf, and finally
took the whole baking out OF the
| oven and tipped the tins on the table.
BILE.
That's the most delicious smell
that ever was!" said Agatha.
Sallie jumped and pulled her
apron straight.
/ "Lor', Miss Redmond, how you
scared me! Couldn't you sleep any
longer?"
Il didn't want to; I'm as good as
new. Tell me, Sallie. where all the
people are. Mr.. Hand Is In Mr.. Ham
bleton's room, know, but where
are the others?"
II guess they're all parceled
round" said Sallie, with symptoms
of smiling. Il don't wanter complain.
Miss Redmond. but We amt had any
such houseful since Parson Thay-
er's last conference met here, and not
so many then; only three ministers
and two wives, though, OF course.
ministers make more work. But !
wouldn't say a word, Miss Redmond,
about the work. II 1t wasn't for that
young woman that puts on such airs
coming and getting your tray. amt
used to that"
Sallie paused, like any good ora,
tor, while her main thesis gained i'm.
pressiveness from silence. 1t was
only too evident that her feelings were
hurt.
| Agatha considered the matter, but
before replying came farther into the
kitchen and touched the tip OF I'M
ger to one OF Sallies loaves, lifting II
to show its golden brown crust.
You're an expert at bread. Sallie,
I can see that" she said heartily. II
shouldn't have got over my accident
half so we'll II 1t hadn't been for your
good food and your care, and want
you TO know that | appreciate II"
She was reluctant to discuss the
maid, but her cordial liking for SAL
lie counseled frankness. Don't mind
about Lizzie. I thought you had too
much to do, and that she might just
as well help you. but II she bothers
you, we won't have It, And now tell
me where Mrs. Stoddard and the 9TH
ers are"
Sallies symptoms indicated that
she was about to be propritiated; but
she had yet desire to make her po-,
sltion clear to Miss Redmond. its
all right: only I've taken care OF the
china for IL years, and 1t don't seem
right to let her handle 1t. And she
told me herself that anybody that had
any respect for their hands wouldn't
do kitchen work And IL her hands
are too good for kitchen work, I'm
sure don't want her messing round
here. She left the tea on the stove
till It boiled, Miss Redmond, just yess
terday."
Agatha smiled. I'm sure Lizzie
; doesn't know anything about cooking.
Sallie, and she shall not bother you
any more" i..
Sallie turned a rather less melan-
) choly face toward Agatha. its been
fairly lonesome since the parson died.
I'm glad you've come to the red
house" The words came from Sai-
Hes lips grufiy and ungraciously,
but Agatha knew that they were sim
cere. She knew better, however, than
to appear to notice them. In mo-
ment Sallie went on: MRS. Stoddard,
, she's asleep In the front spare room.
Said for me to call her at IL"
Poor woman! She must be tired"
said Agatha
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