Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1936-01-26
VI HIGH COURAGE IA
BY Jeangns' l. Bowman l!.!'

indignation. Miss Sharlee say I am
to do her hair. Is thees of necessity"
A smile twisted the corners OF Annes
mouth and a twinkle appeared In the
depths of her brown eyes, Don't you
want to?"
"Non!" The reply was emphatic,
and Miss Anne, wish now to know.
Are these people to stay here moch
longer?"
"Why?" The smile was visible now.
For thees reason. II they are to
stay on. weesh to give notice"
"Yvonne," Anne was startled, you
wouldn't leave me, would you?" She
couldn't tell her maid she WAS as eager
as any one to see Charlotte and Tom
Farley depart for their respective
homes. to say nothing of Sharlee.
II would not .weesh to, but Miss
Anne" She seemed to hesitate,
then went on reluctantly as though
hiding something she was too loyal
to reveal. "They say they are not to
go and Miss Sharlee, she tell me last
night that she would fire me for being
what she call fresh If it were not
that I do her hair bettair than the
beauty parlor."
A tiny furrow appeared on Anne's
brow. They're probably only waiting
the reading of the will. That takes
place tomorrow"
Yvonne's lips set in straight line.
you weesh to breakfast with them?"
she asked, after moment.
Il certainly don't wish to-" Anne
admitted. and again she shuddered at
the vision of sitting at the long silent
table with Buttons, his disappearing
nose in the air, serving the doleful,
black-clad relatives.
Then" Yvonne's quick smile
twinkled, perhaps I should breeng
the tray to you?"
will you do that?" Anne asked, as
if she were conniving with a fellow
culprit
"Weeth plaisure." agreed Yvonne.
and hurried away.
Idling in the fragrant bath water,
Anne thought of the relatives and
wondered at their peculiar assumption
of possession. They treated her as il
she were a tolerated guest. Shed been
too dulled with grief to care or remon-
strate at first. but now, with the
servants who had been in the family
since she was child being imposed
upon, it would be we'll to come to a
definite understanding with them.
Well. once the will was read and
they knew how much of the Luke
Farnsworth money was theirs, they
would be content to go home. Or if
not, she could tactfully close the
house and run up to Mount Hood for a
rest before her marriage.
She dressed and found Yvonne
ready with the breakfast tray spread
before the open hearth fire. When
she had done justice to the meal,
which bore evidence of the servants
affection from the bowl of hyacinths,
supplied by Buttons. to her favorite
omelet, made by Maggie, she found
Yvonne studying her with queer
expression.
What is it, Yvonne, what's worry
ing you?"
I'VE would wish to speak with you,
all the servants at once, please"
"Of course. Yvonne. have them up
.. wait, take the telephone call,
please"
Yvonne answered the telephone,
then plugged it in near Anne and
handed it to her.
ssrrbic ic Anna
Miss Anne. this is Judge Kellogg.
Anne's face cleared of its worry.
Judge Kellogg was a constant visitor at
her home in the old days before Tom
Farley married Mabel, and took over
much of the firms legal business.
MY dear, I must see you right
away. Can you come to my Office i'm
mediately?"
Rob Croker will be here shortly
and he"
mo, I must see you first, alone
There Is something you should know
before confronting your relatives or
any one. Can you slip away without
their knowing where you are going?"
Il q. well I could. Something
should know"
Yes. Anne, something I know Luke
would want me to tell you privately.
Something, my dear, which will take
every ounce of courage you possess to
face"
Anne handed the telephone back to
Yvonne, then turned to the other
servants who had entered. There was
Buttons, pathetic smile on his homely
face; Maggie, putting from her climb
up the back stairs, and Mrs. Harvey,
black gown rustling.
What is this. mutiny?" she asked
lightly, trying to hide the apprehension
Judge Kellogg's words has reused.
Anne makes brave best of a bad