New Britain herald., 1924-06-02
What Katie Displayed to Madge's
 Astunished Eyes

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 The attic at the farm covers the entire house with ample room for the storing of a whole houseful of furni' ture.
 Not having any furniture 10 store and Dicky having found it impossible to fill more than q quarter of 1t with his collecuons of theater programmes and magazines. he has fitted up q space under the highest part of the <roof for a loating place, where he can look over his beloved possessions.
 It was to this spot, where com fortable, if dilapidated appearing, rocking chairs and a table were placed, that Katie led me. I seated myself resignedly, knowing that there was no hurrying my little maid. She would tell the story she was so anxious to relate in her own time, with all the digressions so characteristic of her volubility.
 "Sit down, Katie" I said, drawing a chair near to mine. You might as well be comfortable while you talk
 Dots right" she gigsled, her fla cial muscles suddenly relaxing their tension.
 She slumped into the chair, fold ing her hands in her lap and patent ly preparing to take my advice as 10 comfort, while l sent my mind dash ing in a dozen directions wondering whether Katie was indeed menaced by some one, who, in her own phrase ology, twas trying to hang something on her." or whether the whole thing was a fgment of her movie-fed i'm agination.
 Yes. Madge Knows Mamie
 But her first sentence brought me erect. tense. in my chair:
 'Missis Graham, you know dot Mamie cross road?"
 l did not answer for a second, for was busy yisualizing Mamie who had helped Katie and Mrs. Ticer "clean house" under Mother Gra- hams supervision, before the arrival of the Braithwaites. I had been much impressed with the bright mentality and resourcefulness of the girl upon the night when the state. troopers searched the home of her parents for the escaping murderer, incidentally discovering a whiskey still in full operation.
 The discovery of a photograph closely resembling Mrs. Marks, my fiamboyant neighbor of the city apart ment, and the statement that the pie ture was of Mamie's half-aunt had intrigued my interest. Also, I re- membered the sudden wilderness of Mrs. Marks face when I made casual reference to the east end of the island and the picture I had seen resembling her. She had denied ever being cast of Patchogue, and I had mentally commented that she was falsifying. What might l not have stumbled upon?
 was careful to make my voice casual, however. Katie must be per mitted to tell her story in her own way or should get nowhere.
 ''Yes, I know Mamie" l said and Stoppeu snort
 "You Shoost yait!"
 ''You mean you tink you know her" Katie returned, with supcrbly unconscious impertincnce. Me, link know her, too; but I know notings. She deep vun, dot girl, und l tink she got me in vun nice mess.'
 "Oh, l hope not, Katic," l ex- claimed. startled out of my non-com- initial attitude, for the girls distress was patent
 You shoost vsit." katie's voice dripped mystery. After you go. she always doing nice tings for me. all time coming ofer, want me to go init by movies und getting me ice cream sodas"
 I smiled inyoluntarily at the pie lure, for l knew that Katie never could get enough Of cfncmas and sedas, nor could she persuade tired Jim to go with her more than once or twice week. The attentive Mamie mnst have appeared a fairy to my little maid.
 ''Und I sooch fool" Katie went cn. T never saw she vas shoogt rhyirg me for vun nanny goat, not