New Britain herald., 1919-09-29
HEART and MY HUSBAND EELE GARRISCN'S NEW PHASE OF RepeZafions 0f a Wi1e

or two to spare, to Naties manifest delight.
 see, got everytings all ready for vou." She pointed gleefully to the mixing table, where flour, sugar, butter, favoring, eggs, tins, mixing bowl, everything to the last spoon, was laid out in readiness for my hands.
 q know you want have everything out of vay ven grandmudder gets back" she said, lowering her voice as if Mother Graham could hear her. And I hide dot cake for you were she no find hecm. Den ven she gets cO!l you put lot frosting on, and 1 hide Aheem again. Den ven you want heem, she all ready!"
 kept my face straight with an effort through this weird jumbling of pronouns, thanked Katie warmly and proceeded to the building of the cake about which l had dreamed so much, even in those never-to -be-for- gotten days before the baby was born. Then, I think, in common with most prospective mothers, l lived in antlc1- patton every moment of his life from his first cuddling in my arms to the time when he should be graybeard with grandchildren.
 At last it was finished and depos- tied in the oven. I started to clear up the work table, but Katie stopped me promptly.
 You know how you help me more dan dis?" she demanded, taking the flour sitter from my hand. 'l feeX dis in vun-vot you call heem, shake of vun cows tail"
 Stranger Calls.
 But I was not destined to know then what she wanted me to do, for even as I murmured "sheeps tail, Katie" in laughing correction of her idiom. the front doorbell rang an inn perative peal, and Katie, slipping out of her gingham apron and into the white one in which she always an- swers the doorbell, turned to me in quiringly.
 You see anybody"
 Bring the card to me first" l said resignedly, despairing of ever suc- ceeding in my painstalSing effort to teach Katie the proper lore of the doorbell T will slip up the back stairs, and you can bring the card tray up the front stairs to my room. Don't forget the tray"
 "I no forget" she returned earnest 1y But som etimes dey have no card"
 Then ask the persons name and bring me that" I said patiently.
 The bell rang again, this time a, longer peal, and I felt swift preju- dice against the impatient person on the other side of the front door. AS I sped up the back stairs and swiftly rearranged my dress before the mir TOT in my room, I resolved to deny myself to the caller if it were a pos sible thing to do.
 Accordingly, when Katie hurriedly mounted the stairs and announced breathlessly:
 "Its man who says he no geev hees name, but he got to see you," I rejoined quickly:
 "Go down and tell him that Mrs. Graham is engaged and cannot see anyone whose name is not sent to her"
 Katie's face reflected her approval.
 'I no like hees looks," she. whis- pered. He vun great beeg stiff, und I leave heem stand on doorstep vile I coon cop stairs.'
 You did just right, Katie," I said. Admit no one to the house who re- fuses to give his name"
 She went downstairs again, this time with evident zest in her errand, while l renewed the task of straight ening my room.
 To my surprise the man did not go away I heard the barley of voices, although I could not distinguish the words. Then Katie came slowly up stairs again, her face afame with in dignation.
 Dot bunch of sour greens, he say you see heem mighty qveeck ven you see dis,'' she said, extending a cheap sealed envelope to me.
 I tore it open, saw three words in a fourishing chirogra phy as tawdry as the envelope:
 Representing MT. Stock bridge"