The Wyandotte herald. (Wyandotte, Mich.) 1879-1943, 1939-10-27

Tie hlLClSH. lou see, j III SuSle.
And before she knew it she had
told the strange Mr.. Smith Of her
life at the home and of her present
blissful existence as Mrs. Barring.
tons maid. A real home real
money-and the kindest people in
the world to work for.
Mr.. Smith gave Susie flattering
attention. And in the kitchen he
helped her set the oilcloth-covered
table for two and, when she had the
coffee ready to serve,1 and the salad
and sandwiches, the cup cakes and
shredded pineapple all daintily
spread out-she tried to follow
AIMS good taste in setting the table
he stood and held Susie's chair
while she was seated.
Susie was thrilled. Never in her
quiet life had she been so thrilled.
She didn't blame Ann for being a
bit interested in this jolly and very
courteous Mr. Smith. He passed
things to Susie, insisting that she
help herself first. He said, lone
or two-or maybe three-lumps?
and dropped them into her cup. He
jumped up and went to the stove
for more coffee And he talked
of the things that interested her.
"You look pretty in that pink
Dress" he said, as they ate their
dessert
Susie bluShed with pleasure.
Like it," she murmured. II put
on white dress every afternoon
sort of stiff one, like linen. And
a cute little apron"
WELL" said Mr.. Smith, through
a mouthful of cake, you'd look
good to me even if your dress was
mud-colored"
And they both laughed, as if at a
great joke.
Then the doorbell rang and Susie
went to the door.
A good-looking man, about Mr..
Barrington's age, stood there. SIS
Mrs. harrington homer" he asked.
mo-" said Susie, Hshe isn't
mot homer" said the man.
when will she be homer"
81 don't think that's any of your
business" said Susie, and slammed
the door. Fresh thing" she said,
explaining to Mr.. Smith in the kitch-
en-. Thinks just because I'm young
I'll tell him all our affairs. Prob
ably he's burglar, come to pry
around. I'm sort of glad you're
here to protect"
Mr.. Smith beamed. "Sure, I'll
protect you-always," he said. That
was swell feed you gave me. Sure
Mrs. harrington won't carer"
And then Mrs. Darlington herself
burst in at the kitchen door.
''Oh, hello SAM" she said. Come
to fix that leaky faucet upstairs?
You're the only plumber I ever
knew that could be depended on.
Susie, wasn't it nice I didn't have
to stay? The trial has been post
poned-and anyway the baby's bet
ter. Mr.. Smith Gomez"
And then between fearful apollo
gies on Susie's part and half
exasperated explanation on the
part of Ann, the thing was untan-
gled, while Sam Smith, the young
plumber, stood by very red of face
and uncomfortable, ready to defend
Susie if need be.
Mr.. Smith-the Mr.. Smith who
should have eaten lunch in the liv-
ing room-was an old friend Of
Johns, college classmate, stop
ping at the house for a visit with
Ann before he went on to town for
dinner with John.
And" said Ann, 81 suppose
he's the burglar you slammed the
door on! Oh, we'll"
Another ring at the door.
Ann answered it.
Sam and Susie heard her laugh
ing, explaining. In a minute she
came back to the kitchen.
Hurry up, Susie" she said.
Let's scrape up some lunch for Mr..
Smith-the other Mr.. Smith
and me. Sam, you run up
stairs and fix that leak. And-oh,
Sam! Busy this evening? Well,
why don't you invite Susie to 60 to
the movies? I'm going to town to
have dinner with my husband and
the other Mr.. Smith, and I don't
want to leave Susie to lonely eve
ming. Have her home by eleven"
And as Sans quick and cheerful
acquiescence came down the back
stairs as his noisy footsteps went up,
Ann said: Hes nice young man,
Susie. You'll like him, lots"