The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1916-02-17

hltu OF KIN, says she. except nus
band and son or two, and hold no
communication with any Of 'em. They
are eXtravagant burdens on hard
working woman. l want you to be a
daughter to me. They say I'm stingy
and mean. and the papers print lies
about my doing my own cooking and
washing. It's lie,' she goes on. 4
put my washing out. except the hand
kerchiefs and stockings and petticoats
and collars and light stuff like that.
I've got S4000O,O00 in cash and stocks
and bonds that are as negotiable as
Standard Oil preferred at q church fair.
I'm lonely old woman, and l need
companionship. You're the most beau
tiful human being I ever saw says
she. VIII you come and live with me ?
I'll show 'em whether can spend mou-
ey or not she says.
well, man, what would you have
done? or course l fell to it. And, to
tell the truth. began to like old Mag
gle. 1t wasn't all on account Of the
forty millions and what she could do
for me. l was kind of lonesome in the
world too. Everybody's got to have
somebody they can explain to about
the pain in their left shoulder and how
fast patent leather shoes wear out
when they begin to crack. And you
can't talk about such things to men
you meet in hotels; they're looking for
just such openings.
$50 gave up my job in the hotel
and went with Mrs. Brown. certain
ly seemed to have mash on her.
Shed look at me for half an hour at a
time when l was sitting, reading or
looking ut the magazines.
"One time I says to her: DO re-
mind you Of some deceased relative or
friend of your childhood. Mrs. Brown /?
I've noticed you give me a pretty good
optical inspection from time to time
"'iou have face she says, exact
ly like dear friend OF, mine-the best
friend ever had. But like you for
yourself. child. too she says.
And say, man, what do you suppose
she did: LooSened up like q Marcel
wave IN the surf at Coney. She took
me to swell drcssmaker and gave her
Il In carte to fit me out-moncy no OBJ
ject They were rush orders, and
madam locked the front door and put
the whole force to work.
"Then we moved to-where do you
think? No; guess again. That's right
the Hotel Bonton. We had six
room apartment, and it cost 500 a
day. / saw the bill. began to love
that old lady.
And then. man, when my dresses
began to come in-oh. | won't tell you
about en-, You couldn't understand.
And | began to call her Aunt Maggie.
You've read about Cinderella. Of course.
Well. what Cinderella said when the
prince fitted that 3ia A on her foot
was hard luck story compared to the
things | told myself.
Then Aunt Maggie says she is going
to give me coming out banquet in the
Bonton that'll make moving vans OF
all the old Dutch families on Fifth
avenue.
I've been out before, Aunt Maggie
says l. But I'll come out again. But
you know says l, that this is one OF
the swellest hotels in the city. And
you know-pardon me-that it's hard
to get bunch OF notablcs together un-
less you've trained for it
Don't fret about that. Child says
Aunt Maggie. I don't send out invi.
tations-I issue orders. Nll have fifty
guests here that couldn't be brought
together again at any reception unless
IL were given by q king or q trust
busting district attorney. They are men.
of course. and all of 'em either owe me
money or intend to. Some Of their
wives won't come. but a good many
will
"Weil, I wish you could have been at
that banquet. The dinner service was
ill gold and cut glass. There were
about forty men and eight ladies pres
ent besides Aunt Maggie and !. You'd
never have known the third richest
woman in the world. She had on
new black silk dress with so much pas.
sementerie on ii that 1t sounded exactly
like hailstorm I heard once when |
was staying all night with Il cir! that
lived In Il top floor studio.
And my dress! Say, man, / can't
waste the words on you. 1t was all
hand made lace-where there was any
of 1t at ail-and 1t cost $500. 1 saw
the bill The men were all baldheaded
or white sidewhiskered, and they kept
up running fire of light repartee
about 3 per cents and Bryan and the
cotton crop.
"On the left Of me was something
that talked like banker, and on my
right was young fellow who said he
was q newspaper artist. He was the
only-well, was going to tell you.
AFTER the dinner was over Mrs.
Brown and I went up to the apart
ment We had to squeeze our way
through mob of reporters all the
way through the halls. That's one OF
the things money does foy you. Say.
do you happen to know a newspaper
artist named Iathrop---a taIl man With