New Britain herald., 1916-01-15
A Curious Little PremOnitiOn.

''Taxi's here, maam.' As I passed through the foyer of
 the apartment building on my second errand to the janitor within two hours, the boy at the telephone switchboard stopped me with the an nouncement of the machines arrival. Thank you. Will you tell him 70 wait minute or two? I am all ready,
 but I must speak to the janitor before go."
 why didn't you ask me to get the janitor for you?"
 I shook my head smiling. I did not wish to speak to the janitor about barring Katie from the apartment in the presence of any one else. That
 was the reason I had not called him on the phone or sent the boy for him when I could not gain entrance to my own apartment because l had mis- laid my key. I had heard Dicky say
 once that these apartment house switchboard boys were the worst gos- sips to be found in the world and
 certainly did not want them discuss
 ing my affairs.
 Callahan appeared surprised to see me again.
 Well, we'll, ma'am," he said jov tally. Locked out again?" Not this time," I smiled at him.
 T have my key safe in my purse, and the kitchen door is bolted. I want you to keep some one else Out.' Callahan looked mildly surprised. T have a reason for thinking that my maid may come back this after- noon" I went on hastily. She has d
 key to the back door and when she
 finds the door bolted she may come
 to you. If she does, will you kinoly
 tell her that Mrs. Graham Will De gone until quite late, and that she VIII not need to return to the apartment until tomorrow morning. Don say
 anything to offend her, you unoef- stand, but don't let her 1n
 Sure, I understand, ma Jam. You don't want one of them foreigners r11nmaging your place when you're not there I'll see nobody gets in."
 Thank you, MT. CaIla ahan. Good day"
 Good day, ma'am." The old chap favored me with bow that was al- most courtly. I wondered if it were because I had pref1xed "Mr." to his name. I knew that the tenants gen. orally called him "Callahan,' but | never could see why, in democratic America, one mans calling should de- mand "Mr" and another mans pre- clude it.
 AS I walked toward the entrance where the taxi waited l could not help smiling at the old janitor's con- use of the word afor- eigner." I was almost certain that he himself had not been born in America, but he evidently considered himself to be native son, with the oF, lot
 The chauffeur stood holding the door of the taxicab open as l cane down the steps.
 "One hundred and four West Eleventh street." I said as he closed the door.
 He nodded, touched his cap, and n a moment I was again rolling over the city streets.
 Love and Contrast.
 I could not help contrasting this ride with the one I had taken only two hours before. Then I had hud- died, shaken and grief-strlcken, into a corner, unnerved with the shock of finding that my brother-cousin, Jack Bickett, with whom I had just dined, had loved me for years without my knowledge. Jack had sat beside me, stern, white-faced, yet putting aside his own sorrow to insist upon my tell ing my husband everything that had happened.
 And now, rested, with a feeling of joy at seeing Dicky, which outweighed my nervousness at his possible anger, I was speeding toward my husband and his friends, while Jack-I tried to visualize him in his lonely room at the Hotel Alfred, where he said he would be for the remainder of the day. waiting to see if I needed him in any way.
 But I resolute1y tried to put any