The Coolidge examiner., 1932-08-26

The second child, a lovely girl,
Griselda. wanted a certain lullaby
to send her to sleep, and so while
maid dressed madames hair she
sat beside the small bedstead that
she herself had painted, and softly
sang her girl to sleep.
AT seven-thirt1 while madame
was being hooked into a spangled
gown well fitted to her ample fig
ure, fraulein brought her in a bowl
of milk toast which she took stand
ing up.
At eight o'clock, the professor,
far more nervous than the madame
herself, awaited her in the lower
hall in stiff evening clothes, while
limousine chugged at the door.
AT a few minutes past eight,
madame, handsome in the spangles
and superb sable wrap across her
shoulders, descended the stairs.
There were final instructions to
leave with fraulein about baby's
cold and rubbing his small chest
with goose grease. There were
some questions to put to the chauf-
feur Ike, whose wife had sciatica.
The parlor maid came tearing down
to hand the professor madame's
throat syringe to have along in
case of emergency.
At eight forty-fve, madame ap-
peared on the stage of Carnegie hall
and for two hours held an audi
ence enchanted by the soaring mag
nificence of her voice.
At eleven o'clock, while the pro-
feSSor hovered about with madame's
wraps, the crowds milled about her
in the dressing room, begging for
buds from her corsage, eager to
press her hand, hungry for a closer
view Of the woman whose glory had
held them spellbound.
At half after eleven, the profes-
sor and madame once more en-
tered the room they called music
room"
There was table for two spread
beside roaring fire and Johanna,
the second upstairs girl, who had
had begged the privilege of staying
up instead of the waitress, was
standing ready to serve.
Madame herself went into the
kitchen and made the coffee. The
professor liked his percolated her
certain way. After that, with Jo-
hanna eager to remove her mis-
tress' stiff slippers for softer ones,
there was just quiet talk between
madame and the professor.
She had been her magnificent
best. His eyes caressed her. His
lips sought her hands.
Madame and the professor ate
now with relaxed enjoyment.
There were pigs knuckles. Not
coarse to the madame or the pro-
fessOr, but succulent food Of rich,
strong flavor The firm, white
bread madame had baked herself.
The salad, crisp and green, she
twirled in the bowl and concocted
its dressing out of ingredients that
Johanna brought her. There was
apple cake that madame had baked
the morning before and the rich cof-
fee of her brewing.
After that they sat by the fire,
nj hnr hue
the lovely chimes of the clock in
the hall sounded two.
Sitting back relaxed, madame's
hand reached idly out for the let
ter in the blue and black envelope
that had elected the single word
''twaddle" from her that morning.
She drew it again from it's envelope,
leaning back to read It through
half-closed amused eyes, to her
husband:
"Dear Madame Strassmore,
From your vast experience and
your enormous success, will you
give the readers of the Daily Ga
zette the benefit of your views upon
the following subject:
Do you think it possible for a
woman to have both home life and
q careerT'
"Twaddle," repeated madame,
and, trailing her handsome wrap,
went lazily upstairs on the arm of
her husband.