Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1933-03-24

6 >;@s:s BARRY WOMAN !& 8 s

At the foot of the stairs she
found a long living-room with
French windows. 1t was furnished
with new and curious furniture of
a type that Joyce had lever before
seen and that, unexpectedly con-
fronting her, caused her to gasp.
The tables, chairs, and lamps were
tantastically colored and shaped,
and these were here and there, or
naments so comic that she burst
out laughing.
She picked her way gingerly a
mid furniture that was vaguely
reminiscent of the New York sky
scrapers, and crossed the living
room, thinking as she glanced
through the glass doors, that she
must get out into that heavenly
garden Immediately after breakfast
and pick at least one rose before
some one told her to keep off the
grass.
The wonderful sunniness Of all
these rooms! The dinicg-room,
though smaller than the living
room, was light and cheerful, with
its long open windows framed in
rose vines. What a pleasant place
to a breakfast!
She heard sounds from beyond
the opposite door-iow voices, the
clink of china, a sudden rush OF
water, and the rustic of paper.
Just as she was wondering whether
to go, into the kitchen and announ-
ce her presence or look around for
a bell to ring, the door opened and
a woman in a maids uniform of
blue chambray appeared. She wa,
probably about forty years old, a
plump comfortable-looking sort OF
person with a round, red fac..
smooth black hair and blue eyes.
Seeing Joyce, she started in sur
prise and exclaimed, speaking rapid
ly and sounding a note of apology.
"We thought you must be still a
sleep, ma am, and we didn't want
to disturb you, not being sure how
} you'd be feeling this morning after
your fall, and all. Amt it fine that
you're able to be up? Ma'am, woulc
you have some breakfast this morn
ing?"
During this speech Joyce had
been getting hold of herself. By the
end of it she had made several dis
c~overies. One was that the maic
was plainly nervous. Her manner
indicated it seemed to Joyce, that
she was uncertain how her word.
would be received. Strangely like
/. like bis manner before he left!
Frills had evidently been of a tenn.
peramental disposition toward botf
master and maid!
Joyce could not help the maid
looks. She had ambition that thi.
woman would be a friend worth
having even if she were a servant
THANK you" smiled Joyce
wishing she knew the maids name
81 feel all right, except for a head.
ache and a little stiffness. But I'm
hungry. I would like some break.
fast, please"
:, The look of relief in the woman!
face was so strong as to amount al
most to gratitude. There was some
thing dog-like about it that touch.
lied Joyce and made her uncomfort'
liable at the same time.
"Ill have Marcia fix it right a.
.way, ma am. What would yo.
Ilike?"
"Oh, we'll, let me see. Some cot.
fee and toast and bacon and eggs
And -. and orange juice,
think" As the maid turned away
she added, 'By the way, was Their
any mail this morning.
:, "Why no, ma'am, there wouldn''
t be any today. It's Sunday, yo'
know"
"Of course, how stupid of me tt
forget" mumured Joyce blushing
D. Disappointed she strolled back t.
, the living-room to wait for break
fast. She had hoped there woult
= be a letter; It was so peculiar no
to know your own last name:
! On a three-tier green table Sc
close to the back of a strangely up
holstered davenport lay a few mag
i~azines.
At the bottom of the pile sh
found a Saturday Evening Post
and on the tinv yellow address labe