The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1913-05-30

eO0CK reu0CCO0 IN the m1FT0e.
After awhile she arose and went into
the dining DON Hawkins was busy
ing himself near the sideboard.
my guests did not come, Hawkins,"
said Henrietta In q ~Quavering tone a.
she seated herself at the flower deck
ed table. ''You can clear away the
other plates and bring my dinner"
Hawkins turned the light to q sub
dued glow, as beftted a dismal situa-
ton, and went ponderously to and fro
removing the gold and silver and crys-
tai collected at each place and making
. neat pile Of the hand painted favors
Henrietta had taken pride In ordering
for the occasion.
Henrietta Midgeley, who vas sociable
By disposition. found herself interested
In the buffers quiet movements % he
cleared away the evidences Of the I'M
invited guests.
Az he removed her soup plate she
spoke to him. more from loneliness
than any other motive.
"You are English. aren't you. Haw-
kinsT' she inquired.
YES, ma'am. begging your pardon,
ma'am," replied Hawkins. disappear
ing in the pantry.
"Are you marr1ed?" pursued Hen
rietta when he returned with q pair
OF silver dishes.
Eyes, ma'am." Hawkins face grew
pale - he lodged behind Henrietta's
chair.
docs your wife live herer'
yes, ma'am."
II wonder II she wouldn't like q
place In my house. I'm thinking Of
d~ischarging that French cook. I'm
sure he swore at me this morning, but
I can't prove 1t, for I don't understand
French. But he looked 40 IL he was
swearing" :.
"You tell me II you ear, i'm swearin'
at you. ma'am, and I'll knock II
bloomin' cad orr calculated Hawkins
fercely, for the moment forgetting the
dignity Of his ONCE.
why. Hawkins. you certainly are
loyal. Now. II your wife Is q good
cook she can have Pierre's place TO-
morrow"
my wife is a good cook. ma'am,
thanking you. but she's money in 'er
hown right and hemploys 'er own
cook" returned Hawkins. with dig
nifty.
Goodness! And she lets you work
for a living?" Henrietta was deeply
interested and had forgotten her own
modification.
."She as pervided for me most liberal,
ma'am. but she won't live with me,
and therefore I won't touch 'er money"
Hawkins spoke with bitter pride.
"she won't live with your" repeated
Henrietta, startled. lis she-is she
ashamed Of you" She blushed as she
thought Of her own husband, whom she
had left in London, rich. but avowedly
miserable at parting from his ambi-
tious spouse.
"She said Is 'ow I 'ad not the max
ms Of a society gent in me. and It was
20, ma'am. But she broke my cart"
"Just as I suppose l broke poor
Midgeley's." quavered Henrietta. burst
ing into tears. II left him all alone
In London to 90 into society. and now
hate 1t all. Look at the way they
have treated me-" She forgot herself
and lifted her voice above it's usual
low pitch. She hid her face in her
jeweled hands. looking r~idiculously tat
and pudgy by contrast with her spleu-
did surroundings.
blurted the butler as he folded; his
arms and stared de1antly at his mis-
tress.
Mrs. Midgeley screamed and arose to
her feet Whatever do you mean?
Why"-she hurried. toward him and
peered into his round. flushed face,
with its respectable yellow side whisk-
ers and shaven upper lip-"why-why.
it's Henry Midgeley! Oh. Henry. Hen
~: l never was SO glad to see anybody
in all my life! Let us go back to Lon
i don gp, s5e - cc.-ra fell into his
outstretched arms and wept noisily. as
she had yearned to do.
After awhile there shot into the
room q wrathful Pierre. who lung his
white cap and apron on the door and
danced upon them and howled about q
spoiled dinner and a ruined reputation
and demanded his wages.
It wal Midgeley, the erstwhile Haw-
k1ns. who paid him his wages and
babe him begone, and as the French
man witnessed the buffers arm steal
around the lavender velvet waist az
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