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wife's warning signals, that he was not with a grim determination to receive the living up to his rôle, he pulled himself highest wages ever paid to general housetogether.
workers in the history of feminine labor. "By Jove," he said, with a quick recov- One bright Norwegian girl, carefully ery, “how did you do it all? You must trained for a week by Mrs. Hartwell in have worked like Trojans. But-er- the gentle art of waiting on table, triwould n't it have been simpler to get rid umphantly informed her mistress at the of the boxes and strings and paper-send end of the seventh day that she had secured 'em down-stairs, you know? And to un- a good place as "second girl,” owing to pack only one barrel at a time, and then this same instruction. It was after this put the things away before you unpacked episode that Mrs. Hartwell sought her the rest?"
husband with a demand for "new swear He stopped. His wife was making more words,” and, finding that he had used his signals, and the new servant was beside entire vocabulary and had nothing else to him, arms akimbo, her face darkened by offer, sank into a depression which lasted brooding wrongs.
a fortnight. “So that's the kind ye aare!" she de- At the beginning of the fourth month manded, "finding fault the very first Hilda came, bringing hope with her. The thing, is it? Herself warned me ye 'd evening of her arrival she answered in make a fuss over the mess, but I 'd not person young Hartwell's imperative ring believe it.” She was unrolling her sleeves of the bell, for he had forgotten his latchnow, and she pulled them into place with key. He had been dreading the new horan angry tug as she ended. “Give me me ror before him, so he stared hard as he day's wages,” she added, “an' I 'll be crossed the threshold. Here at last was goin'. If 't was a gineral houseworker yez the vision of his dream and Jessie's! He wanted, I c'u'd do the wurruk. But what pinched himself. Was he dreaming? Or yez needs is a team av horses, three good perhaps he had been run over by a cablecarts, six men, a vacyum claner, a cook, a car or automobile, and transferred to a paarlor maid, and a stame-dredge!" world where such visions await those who
She founced off to her room after this have borne much here below! outburst, and though they tried on her the Hilda was blonde, Hilda was young, power of their united eloquence and Hilda was pretty, and Hilda was in blue charm, she departed haughtily, carrying with a white cap. Even as he took in these the dingy suitcase that contained her glorious, these impossible, details, Hartworldly possessions. She left as a souvenir well felt deferential hands relieving him of of her sojourn two burned veal cutlets- his hat, then of his overcoat. Dazedly he which the Hartwells devoured in depressed entered his little drawing-room, to be met silence, broken finally by the gentleman. by another, fairer vision-his young wife,
“Damn her!” he said, vigorously. radiant. She was dressed for dinner, and “Damn 'em all!” Then he bit his lips she had a carnation in her hair-a favorite and Aushed. “I beg your pardon, Jessie,” adornment of hers in the past, but one she he muttered, contritely. But his wife was had abjured as a hollow mockery during looking up at him with a face glorified by these last months. the light of a great gratitude.
“How sweet you look !" cried Hart“Thank you, darling,” she said, simply. well. “What does it all mean?” She “I 've been wanting to all day, but of stopped him, with a quick hand on his lips. course I could n't!”
Then, drawing him into their small bedThe next three months of the Hartwells' room, she explained in an excited whisper. domestic life covered a period they both "You 'll have to dress for dinner,” she subsequently declined to discuss. A multi- said, hurriedly. “You won't mind, will tude of servants, old and young, plump you? She expects it!" and thin, came, lingered a few hours, or at She spoke the last words with a furtive most a few days, and went their way. glance at the closed door. Hartwell's eyes They were of all nationalities, of all com- followed hers, stupidly. plexions, of all tempers—but two things "She-- who?" he asked. they had in common: a deep-seated, com- “Hilda." prehensive ignorance of their work, coupled The name came softly, almost like an
invocation. Disregarding his puzzled Hilda's delicious coffee, ate Hilda's crisp look, his wife went on,
bacon, enjoyed Hilda's perfect muffins, "When it neared dinner-time, Hilda and felt his heart go out to Hilda in an asked if I needed more than half an hour expansion of domestic content to which he to dress. She seemed to take it for granted had heretofore been a stranger. He smiled that I would dress. So I-I did. And at her gratefully, bid her a cheery good-by she said dinner would be at seven, of when he left, and greeted her as a true course, because if you did n't get home and tried friend when he returned at till half-past six, you would need half an night. His wife, again in full evening hour to bathe and dress. Please hurry, dress, greeted him with the old-time joy. Josey."
“But you 're late, Josey,” she said, Josey hurried. Several thoughts arose alertly. “You have only twenty minutes in him, but he kept them to himself. A to dress for dinner." look at his wife's happy face checked their “Then I won't dress," declared Hartutterance. When his toilet was com- well, lightly. "I 'm horribly tired, anypleted he followed Jessie into the small how, and I 've got the beginning of a drawing-room. It was immaculate. The beastly headache." gas-logs blazed on the hearth, the light of His wife's face clouded. For a moment the reading-lamp streamed through a pol- she stood silent, in troubled thought. ished chimney, a great easy-chair was Then she said, suddenly: drawn up to the fire. Before he could "Please dress, Josey. I 'm sorry to insit down the new maid was at the door. sist when you don't feel well, but it 's
"Dinner is served," she announced. it 's really important." Long ancestral avenues seemed to diverge Hartwell rose without a word, set his from Hilda. She had an “atmosphere” lips, went to his room and dressed with a which had to be lived up to.
sense of injury which deepened as he strugAs in a dream the Hartwells went to gled with a refractory tie. His evening the table. The soft light of shaded can- clothes were laid out for him, so he was dles fell on their best dishes, their most back in the drawing-room in a surprisingly exquisite linen. These things had been short time. His wife rewarded him with carefully packed away, but Hilda had a grateful smile. found them. Joseph Hartwell drew his “I had tea this afternoon," she said. wife's chair out for her, an attention he “Hilda brought it in at five, though I was had omitted to pay her for weeks-seated alone, and served it as daintily as if we himself in his own, and vainly tried to were having a party. She took our brass catch her eye. She was chatting pleas- bowl to the florist's this morning, and had antly, but in formal tones, like a rural him fill it with ferns as a centerpiece for. social leader at a party. Hartwell grinned the table. She 's making a great deal of at her boyishly, but there was no answer- work for herself, but she seems to like ing flicker of humor in her cool, responsive it." smile. She was living up to Hilda.
Her husband frowned dubiously. That night, after dinner, he sought to "I don't mind her making work for probe the mystery of Hilda's capture, but herself,” he remarked frankly, “but I 'm Jessie cut him short.
not sure I enjoy having her make work for “We've got her!" she said. "Now me. Say, Jessie, have we got to dress for let 's look on these past months as a bad dinner every night, whether we feel like dream, and forget it. Let 's forget the it or not? Of course I know we ought to, horrible habits we 've formed lately, too, theoretically; but practically-have we and be civilized again. I 'm going to keep my resolution from this time on-- the Jessie nodded solemnly. one, you know, about not bothering you “I think we have,” she said. “But I with the servant question. Henceforth I don't mind. I like it. I always have.” intend to meet the housekeeping difficul- "Oh, well, all right.” Hartwell was ties without your help.”
in a better humor now. Dinner was anIt looked, indeed, as if she could, with nounced that moment. He was in a still Hilda's help. Hartwell, sitting at the more mellow mood when he had eaten it. breakfast-table the next morning, drank Hilda was a good cook, and how she could
cook so well and yet give them such per- upon the feast, after a gasp of adult apfect service in the dining-room he could preciation. not understand.
“Say, is n't this great, really ?” re"To-night you go to theater, not ?" ob- marked Hartwell, with his mouth full. served Hilda, affably, as she served the She's a 'perfect treasure,' that girl, - the dessert.
kind we read about." Hartwell stared. His wife looked elo- "Indeed she is," Jessie acquiesced. quently at him.
“But-can we keep her? There's the "Why, we were rather thinking about rub. We 'll have to be so careful!" it,” he said, carelessly. “I guess we will. She looked thoughtful, and a line of They say 'Madame Z' is a stirring thing. anxiety was discernible on her brow. DurWe might go to that and be harrowed ing the day she had gleaned from Hilda up, if you like, Jessie.”
the uneventful story of that young perHilda smiled in sweet approval. After son's life. She repeated it later to her dinner she bustled around eagerly, to get husband as he smoked peacefully before them ready. Her face fell when she the gas-logs. saw that Mrs. Hartwell's evening coat The next evening at six, young Hartdid not match her gown, but she wrapped well staggered into his home under the it round her loyally and without comment. weight of an unwieldly box.
"Now I call taxicab," she said, calmly. Carried it myself," he explained, And, going to the telephone, she did so sheepishly. “It 's a present for you, and without waiting for the protest which was I wanted to be here when you opened it. trembling on Joseph's startled lips. Do you realize that it 's my first married
“She seemed mighty glad to get rid of present to you, Jessie? We 've been in us," he murmured, as they entered the such a mess that I have n't had time, unwaiting vehicle a few minutes later. He til now, to even think of the delicate little had been irritated by the incident of the attentions all authorities agree that a man wrap. “Do you suppose,” he added, ironi- should pay his wife." cally, “her young man 's coming and she As he spoke Jessie was feverishly unwants the parlor? And say, Jessie, why fastening strings and tearing away paper. did she think we wanted a taxi?”
She gasped when the contents of the box Mrs. Hartwell shook her head.
came into view. A handsome evening "I suppose," she said, slowly, "she is wrap, selected with surprisingly good accustomed to people who take a taxicab taste, lay before her. With a cry of deas a woman would take a fresh handker- light she took it out, unfolded it, and put chief. But I 'm sure she is n't expecting it on at once. It fitted perfectly and was
I don't think Hilda would do extremely becoming. She hurled it and anything that is n't right."
herself into her husband's waiting arms. They enjoyed the play, and came home “I got the hint I wanted last night," after it in a humble cable-car, Hilda's said Hartwell, after a satisfying pause, expectant eyes not being on them. They “when I found you did n't have one that were in good spirits after the drama, sad would go with every gown. Before that I though it had been, and Hartwell real- could n't think what to give you. Do you ized, with sudden compunction, that such realize that we were married four months outings for Jessie were rarer than they ago to-day? This is an occasion worth should have been so early in their married celebrating." life. Passing the dining-room when they “Do I remember?" She looked at him reached home, he observed that the gas reproachfully. "Wait.
Wait. I'll show you! there was burning dimly, and entered to You 'll be more glad that you remembered turn it out. A cry of surprise and pleas- it. Come here." ure burst from him.
"Here" was apparently under the bed, “Great Scott, Jessie!” he said. “Come whither she had just dived. She emerged here!"
breathless, bearing a carefully wrapped Jessie rushed. On the table stood a parcel, which she handed him without a plate of sandwiches, a delicate salad, a word. He opened it eagerly and beheld bottle of claret, and Mr. Hartwell's sole a black velvet smoking-jacket. box of cigars. Like children the two fell "My anniversary present to you," gur
gled his wife, happily. “I thought of it held up the total for her inspection. last night when you hated so to dress. "Must we let her go?” he asked, “or can Evenings when we stay home you can take we economize in other ways, and keep off your dinner coat and be comfy in this. her? We can stand the bills, I suppose, Hilda won't mind," she added, as she but are n't we parting with our liberty, helped him into it.
too? She rules us with a rod of iron. At the end of their fifth month an She makes us do everything she thinks awakening came. Young Mrs. Hartwell best. Is it worth it?" approached her husband with features His wife hesitated, began to speak, then puckered with anxiety.
stopped. A great wave of color rolled “Josey, darling," she said, “I've just over her delicate face. been going over the grocer's and butcher's "Oh, we can't let her go, Josey," she bills. They 're perfectly awful! They 're cried. “We can never let her go, now. almost twice what they were last month.” She was talking yesterday about children. Mr. Hartwell nodded solemnly.
She said she would just love to have one “I know," he told her. “I've just been in the house. It seemed too good to be having a session over the bills for gas and true, that she should feel that way. To taxicabs. The figures are staggering." think she 's so interested! It made me
He showed them to her. She gasped. perfectly happy! She was just dear when Then, with a long sigh, she answered. I told her. But," — this point settled, her
“It means Hilda,” she said, reluctantly. voice changed as she turned to the smaller “We 've been living up to her, you see. issues — “how are we going to manage ?" Have n't you realized that?"
Her husband's chest swelled. His voice He stared at her with masculine obtuse- was full of pride as he answered.
“I know we 've had a bully time," “That 's all right, darling," he said, as he said, “and been mighty comfortable; he held her very close, very tenderly. “I but I don't see where she comes in." got a big increase in salary to-day. I was
“Oh, yes, you do, Josey Hartwell!" just bluffing a little over the bills before His wife's tone was triumphant. “You've telling you about it. And Brown, good understood exactly as well as I have. Only old Brown, told me he considered me the you would n't admit it. Have n't I seen most valuable man the firm has. He says you dressing for dinner nights when you'd if I keep up the pace I 've struck, I can almost rather die? Did n't you buy silk count on a good rise every year. So you socks because she wondered why you had see we 're all right. Hilda stays right on. none? Did n't you hire taxicabs a dozen Her principal job hereafter is to take care times rather than have her think you were of
you, and make you comfy. We 'll get stingy? Have n't you taken me to the a woman to do the washing and ironing theater twice a week because she expected and other heavy work.".
Mrs. Hartwell drew a long breath of Hartwell writhed. “Well,” he con- happiness. ceded, “suppose I did ? Have n't you "She 'll like that,” she said. “And oh, given three dinners this month simply be- to think she is really glad!" Then, cause she wondered why we did n't enter- “They'll make you a partner yet, dartain more?"
ling," she predicted, proudly. "They His wife's head drooped. “I know,” know they can't get along without you. she said. “And I wanted to show her off. Her mind reverted again to the vital And I 've squandered our income in laun- problem in their lives. dry bills because she expected me to wear “Hilda will stay now,” she said, confiall my best wedding lingerie--and of dently. “This--this will hold her." course she could n't do it up. She had n't For a moment they sat in happy silence. time. She was too busy laundering extra
The shadow of the angel's wing touched table linen, and getting late suppers for them, but the angel had the bright face of us, and planning for our pleasure in vari
Hilda. Then young Mrs. Hartwell conous ways, and arranging for our life as she tinued aloud her train of thought: intends us to live it."
“She can see for herself," she mur"What's the answer
, Jessie?”. Hart- mured, contentedly, " that we 're doing well added the figures before him and everything we can to please her!"
AN ARTIST'S VIGNETTES
BY SYDNEY ADAMSON
WITH PICTURES BY THE WRITER
UKALI burst upon me first above tent we watched for hours the blended life
the steamboat-landing after I had that filled the little market-place. passed the custom-house. His cousin, also Attracted by a delicate voice and charma guide, had already seized upon me as ing accent, I quickly noted the finely chishis prey, and having secured my umbrellas eled features of a noble, a private in the as a mark of attachment, he was ordering Chasseurs d'Afrique.
Chasseurs d'Afrique. Beside him sat anvarious donkey-drivers to handle my lug- other of his company, with a strangely gage.
stern face, who spoke little. But in the I looked up and saw the tall, fine fig- hard, set line of his jaw one could see the ure, crowned with its beautiful head. The will that locked forever some unfortunate features bespoke a high-bred Arab strain, incident which had made him enlist in the with beautiful, dark eyes that showed the legion. Only one of his fine mettle could whites like a startled horse, and a trim, accept with resignation a fate so foreign to black beard that did not conceal the clear- his birth. The face of the first chasseur cut mouth,
showed a peace as of a clear conscience. He came over, and quietly, in a few Dukali turned sharply as a prisoner in words, asked if he could assist me to a the grasp of armed men was hurried crylodging. My captor rounded upon him ing and struggling across the market-place like a gutter dog upon a mastiff that dares and fell upon his knees sobbing piteously to dispute a bone.
before a Moor of venerable appearance I said: “I would rather have you, but who sat against the café wall. A woman, this man seized me amid that yelling unveiled, threw herself before him, rendthrong on the pier, and I am powerless to ing her garments, and kissing his feet, and resist. To-morrow I shall have you for imploring him piteously to be merciful my guide."
to her only son. The guards expostulated Dukali inclined his head stiffly, while and made charges, the magistrate tried to the irate screams of his cousin seemed to calm them, and the prisoner denied and fall harmlessly about his dignity.
wailed for mercy, each in turn. There The services he afterward rendered was doubt, and when the woman lifted her were delicately done, and the hope of gain tear-stained face and imploringly held out was never visible or in any way suggested, her arms, the magistrate stirred his coffee even though our meetings were frequent and let his spirit soften. So he spoke genand his assistance was valuable. He shared tly to the man and to the guards, who let my taste for coffee in large glasses weak- him go, and held forth his hand to silence ened with warm milk. Seated by a café the stream of blessings that the mother table on the street, in perfect physical con- poured upon him.