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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net + + + + + +Title: Paste Jewels + +Author: John Kendrick Bangs + +Release Date: November 20, 2004 [eBook #4930] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PASTE JEWELS*** + + + +Transcribed by David Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk, from the +1897 Harper and Brothers edition. +</pre> +<p> +<a name="startoftext"></a> +PASTE JEWELS<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +PREFACE<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +It may interest the readers of this collection of tales, if there should +be any such, to know that the incidents upon which the stories are based +are unfortunately wholly truthful. They have one and all come +under the author’s observation during the past ten years, and +with the exception of “Mr. Bradley’s Jewel,” concerning +whom it is expressly stated that she was employed through lack of other +available material, not one of the servants herein made famous or infamous, +as the case may be, was employed except upon presentation of references +written by responsible persons that could properly have been given only +to domestics of the most sterling character. It is this last fact +that points the moral of the tales here presented, if it does not adorn +them.<br> +<br> +J. K. B.<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +THE EMANCIPATION OF THADDEUS<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +They were very young, and possibly too amiable. Thaddeus was but +twenty-four and Bessie twenty-two when they twain, made one, walked +down the middle aisle of St. Peter’s together.<br> +<br> +Everybody remarked how amiable she looked even then; not that a bride +on her way out of church should look unamiable, of course, but we all +know how brides do look, as a rule, on such occasions - looks difficult +of analysis, but strangely suggestive of determined timidity, if there +can be such a quality expressed in the human face. It is the natural +expression of one who knows that she has taken the most important step +of her life, and, on turning to face those who have been bidden to witness +the ceremony, observes that the sacredness of the occasion is somewhat +marred by the presence in church of the unbidden curiosity-seekers, +who have come for much the same reason as that which prompts them to +go to the theatre - to enjoy the spectacle. But Bessie’s +face showed nothing but that intense amiability for which she had all +her life long been noted; and as for Thaddeus, he never ceased to smile +from the moment he turned and faced the congregation until the carriage +door closed upon him and his bride, and then, of course, he had to, +his lips being otherwise engaged. Indeed, Thaddeus’s amiability +was his greatest vice. He had never been known to be ill-natured +in his life but once, and that was during the week that Bessie had kept +him in suspense while she was making up her mind not to say “No” +to an important proposition he had made - a proposition, by-the-way, +which resulted in this very ceremony, and was largely responsible for +the trials and tribulations which followed.<br> +<br> +Thaddeus was rich - that is, he had an income and a vocation; a charming +little home was awaiting their coming, off in a convenient suburb; and, +best of all, Bessie was an accomplished house-keeper, having studied +under the best mistresses of that art to be found in the country. +And even if she had not completely mastered the art of keeping house, +Thaddeus was confident that all would go well with them, for their waitress +was a jewel, inherited from Bessie’s mother, and the cook, though +somewhat advanced in years, was beyond cavil, having been known to the +family of Thaddeus for a longer period than Thaddeus himself had been. +The only uncertain quantity in the household was Norah, the up-stairs +girl, who was not only new, but auburn-haired and of Celtic extraction.<br> +<br> +Under such circumstances did the young couple start in life, and many +there were who looked upon them with envy. At first, of course, +the household did not run as smoothly as it might have done - meals +were late, and served with less ceremony than either liked; but, as +Bessie said, as she and Thaddeus were finishing their breakfast one +morning, “What could you expect?”<br> +<br> +To which Thaddeus, with his customary smile, replied “What, indeed! +We get along much better than I really thought we should with old Ellen.”<br> +<br> +Old Ellen was the cook, and she had been known to Thaddeus as “Old +Ellen” even before his lips were able to utter the words.<br> +<br> +“Ellen has her ways, and Jane has hers,” said Bessie. +“After Jane has got accustomed to Ellen’s way of getting +breakfast ready, she will know better how to go about her own work. +I think, perhaps, cook’s manner is a little harsh. She made +Jane cry about the omelet this morning; but Jane is teary, anyhow.”<br> +<br> +“It wouldn’t do to have Ellen oily and Jane watery,” +Thaddeus answered. “They’d mix worse than ever then. +We’re in pretty good luck as it is.”<br> +<br> +“I think so, too, Teddy,” Bessie replied; “but Jane +is so foolish. She might have known better than to send the square +platter down to Ellen for an omelet, when the omelet was five times +as long as it was broad.”<br> +<br> +“You always had square omelets, though, at your house - that is, +whenever I was there you had,” said Thaddeus. “And +I suppose Jane’s notion is that as things happened under your +mother’s régime, so they ought to happen here.”<br> +<br> +“Possibly that was her notion,” replied Bessie; “but, +then, in your family the omelets were oblong, and Ellen is too old to +depart from her traditions. Old people get set in their ways, +and as long as results are satisfactory, we ought not to be captious +about methods.”<br> +<br> +“No, indeed, we shouldn’t,” smiled Thaddeus; “but +I don’t want you to give in to Ellen to too great an extent, my +dear. This is your home, and not my mother’s, and your ways +must be the ways of the house.”<br> +<br> +“Ellen is all right,” returned Bessie, “and I am so +delighted to have her, because, you know, Teddy dear, she knows what +you like even better, perhaps, than I do - naturally so, having grown +up in your family.”<br> +<br> +“Reverse that, my dear. Our family grew up on Ellen. +She set the culinary pace at home. Mother always let her have +her own way, and it may be she is a little spoiled.”<br> +<br> +“Do you know, Teddy, I wonder that, having had Ellen for so many +years, your mother was willing to give her up.”<br> +<br> +“Oh, I can explain that,” Thaddeus answered. “I’m +the youngest, you know; the rest of the family were old enough to be +weaned. Besides, father was getting old, and he had a notion that +the comforts of a hotel were preferable to the discomforts of house-keeping. +Father likes to eat meals at all hours, and the annunciator system of +hotel life, by which you can summon anything in an instant, from a shower-bath +to a feast of terrapin, was rather pleasing to him. He was always +an admirer of the tales of the genii, and he regards the electric button +in a well-appointed hotel as the nearest approach to the famous Aladdin +lamp known to science. You press the button, and your genii do +the rest.”<br> +<br> +“But a hotel isn’t home,” said Bessie.<br> +<br> +“A hotel isn’t this home,” answered Thaddeus. +“Love in a cottage for me; but, Bessie, perhaps you - perhaps +it wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to speak to Jane and Ellen this +morning about their differences. I am an hour late now.”<br> +<br> +Then Thaddeus kissed Bessie, and went down to business.<br> +<br> +On Thaddeus’s departure Bessie’s cheerfulness also deserted +her, and for the first time in her life she felt that it would do her +good if she could fly out at somebody - somebody, however, who was not +endeared to the heart of Thaddeus, or too intimately related to her +own family, which left no one but Norah upon whom to vent the displeasure +that she felt. Norah was, therefore, sought out, and requested +rather peremptorily to say how long it had been since she had dusted +the parlor; to which Norah was able truthfully to answer, “This +mornin’, mim.” Whereupon Bessie’s desire to +be disagreeable departed, and saying that Norah could now clean the +second-story front-room windows, she withdrew to her own snug sewing-room +until luncheon should be served. She was just a trifle put out +with Norah for being so efficient. There is nothing so affronting +to a young house-keeper as the discovery that the inherited family jewels, +upon whom much reliance has been placed, are as paste alongside of the +newly acquired bauble from whom little was expected. It was almost +unkind in Norah, Bessie thought, to be so impeccably conscientious when +Jane and Ellen were developing eccentricities; but there was the consoling +thought that when they had all been together a month or two longer, +their eccentricities would so shape themselves that they would fit into +one another, and ultimately bind the little domestic structure more +firmly together.<br> +<br> +“Perhaps if I let them alone,” Bessie said to herself, “they’ll +forget their differences more quickly. I guess, on the whole, +I will say nothing about it.”<br> +<br> +That night, when Thaddeus came home, the first thing he said to his +wife was: “Well, I suppose you were awfully firm this morning, +eh? Went down into the kitchen and roared like a little tyrant, +eh? I really was afraid to read the paper on the way home. +Didn’t know but what I’d read of a ‘Horrid Accident +in High Life. Mrs. Thaddeus Perkins’s Endeavor to Maintain +Discipline in the Household Results Fatally. Two Old Family Servants +Instantly Killed, and Three of the Kitchen Table Legs Broken by a Domestic +Explosion!’”<br> +<br> +“Be serious, Thaddeus,” said Bessie.<br> +<br> +And Thaddeus became instantly serious. “They - they haven’t +left us, have they?” he whispered, in an awe-struck tone.<br> +<br> +“No. I - I thought I’d let them fight it out between +themselves,” replied Bessie. “You see, Thaddeus, servants +are queer, and do not like to have their differences settled by others +than themselves. It’ll work out all right, if we let them +alone.”<br> +<br> +“I don’t know but that you are right,” said Thaddeus, +after a few moments of thought. “They’re both sensible +girls, and capable of fighting their own battles. Let’s +have dinner. I’m hungry as a bear.”<br> +<br> +It was half-past six o’clock, and the usual hour for dinner. +At 8.10 dinner was served. The intervening time was consumed by +Jane and Ellen endeavoring to settle their differences by the silent, +sniffy method - that is, Jane would sniff, and Ellen would be silent; +and then Ellen would sniff, and Jane would be silent. As for Thaddeus +and Bessie, they were amused rather than angry to have the dear little +broiled chicken Bessie had provided served on the large beef-platter; +and when the pease came up in a cut-glass salad-dish, Thaddeus laughed +outright, but Bessie’s eyes grew moist. It was too evident +that Jane and Ellen were not on speaking terms, and there was strong +need for some one to break the ice. Fortunately, Bessie’s +mother called that evening, and some of her time was spent below-stairs. +What she said there only Ellen and Jane knew, but it had its effect, +and for two or three weeks the jewels worked almost as satisfactorily +as did Norah, the new girl, and quite harmoniously.<br> +<br> +“Bessie,” said Thaddeus, one night as they ate their supper, +“does it occur to you that the roast is a little overdone to-night?”<br> +<br> +“Yes, Teddy, it is very much overdone. I must speak to Ellen +about it. She is a little careless about some things. I’ve +told her several times that you like your beef rare.”<br> +<br> +“Well, I’d tell her again. Constant dropping of water +on its surface will wear away a stone, and I think, perhaps, the constant +dropping of an idea on a cook’s head may wear away some of the +thickest parts of that - at least, until it is worn thin enough for +the idea to get through to where her brain ought to be. You might +say to her, too, that for several nights past dinner has been cold.”<br> +<br> +“I’ll speak to her in the morning,” was Bessie’s +reply; and the dear little woman was true to her purpose.<br> +<br> +“She explained about the beef and the cold dinner, Ted,” +she said, when Thaddeus came home that afternoon.<br> +<br> +“Satisfactorily to all hands, I hope?” said Thaddeus, with +his usual smile.<br> +<br> +“Yes, perfectly. In fact, I wonder we hadn’t thought +of it ourselves. In the old home, you know, the dinner-hour was +six o’clock, while here it is half-past six.”<br> +<br> +“What has that got to do with it?” asked Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“How obtuse of you, Teddy!” exclaimed Bessie. “Don’t +you see, the poor old thing has been so used to six-o’clock dinners +that she has everything ready for us at six? And if we are half +an hour late, of course things get cold; or if they are kept in the +oven, as was the case with the beef last night, they are apt to be overdone?”<br> +<br> +“Why, of course. Ha! Ha! Wonder I didn’t +think of that,” laughed Thaddeus, though his mirth did seem a +little forced. “But - she’s - she’s going to +change, I suppose?”<br> +<br> +“She said she’d try,” Bessie replied. “She +was really so very nice about it, I hadn’t the heart to scold +her.”<br> +<br> +“I’m glad,” was all Thaddeus said, and during the +rest of the meal he was silent. Once or twice he seemed on the +verge of saying something, but apparently changed his mind.<br> +<br> +“Are you tired to-night, dear?” said Bessie, as the dessert +was served.<br> +<br> +“No. Why?” said Thaddeus, shortly.<br> +<br> +“Oh, nothing. I thought you seemed a little so,” Bessie +answered. “You mustn’t work too hard down-town.”<br> +<br> +“No, my dear girl,” he said. “I won’t, +and I don’t. I was thinking all through dinner about those +girls down-stairs. Perhaps - perhaps I had better talk to them, +eh? You are so awfully kind-hearted, and it does seem to me as +though they imposed a little on you, that’s all. The salad +to-night was atrocious. It should have been kept on the ice, instead +of which it comes to the table looking like a last year’s bouquet.”<br> +<br> +Bessie’s eyes grew watery. “I’m afraid it was +my fault,” she said. “I ought to have looked after +the salad myself. I always did at home. I suppose Jane got +it out expecting me to prepare it.”<br> +<br> +“Oh, well, never mind,” said Thaddeus, desirous of soothing +the troubled soul of his wife. “I wouldn’t have mentioned +it, only Jane does too much thinking, in a thoughtless way, anyhow. +Servants aren’t paid to think.”<br> +<br> +“I’ll tell you what, Thaddeus,” said Bessie, her spirits +returning, “we are just as much to blame as they are; we’ve +taken too much for granted, and so have they. Suppose we spend +the evening putting together a set of rules for the management of the +house? It will be lots of fun, and perhaps it will do the girls +good. They ought to understand that while our parents have had +their ways - and reasonable ways - there is no reason why we should +not have our ways.”<br> +<br> +“In other words,” said Thaddeus, “what we want to +draw up is a sort of Declaration of Independence.”<br> +<br> +“That’s it, exactly,” Bessie replied.<br> +<br> +“Better get a slate and write them on that,” suggested Thaddeus, +with a broad grin. “Then we can rub out whatever Jane and +Ellen don’t like.”<br> +<br> +“I hate you when you are sarcastic,” said Bessie, with a +pout, and then she ran for her pad and pencil.<br> +<br> +The evening was passed as she had suggested, and when they retired that +night the house of Perkins was provided with a constitution and by-laws.<br> +<br> +“I don’t suppose I shall recognize my surroundings when +I get back home to-night,” said Thaddeus, when he waked up in +the morning.<br> +<br> +“Why not?” asked Bessie. “What strange transformation +is there to be?”<br> +<br> +“The discipline will be so strict,” answered Thaddeus. +“I presume you will put those rules of ours into operation right +away?”<br> +<br> +“I have been thinking about that,” said Bessie, after a +moment. “You see, Thad, there are a great many things about +running a house that neither you nor I are familiar with yet, and it +seems to me that maybe we’d better wait a little while before +we impose these rules on the girls; it would be awkward to have to make +changes afterwards, you know.”<br> +<br> +“There is something in that,” said Thaddeus; “but, +after all, not so much as you seem to think. All rules have exceptions. +I’ve no doubt that the cook will take exception to most of them.”<br> +<br> +“That’s what I’m afraid of, and as she’s so +old I kind of feel as if I ought to respect her feelings a little more +than we would Norah’s, for instance. I can just tell you +I shall make Norah stand around.”<br> +<br> +“I think it would be a good plan if you did,” said Thaddeus. +“I’m afraid Norah will die if you don’t. She +works too hard to be a real servant - real servants stand around so +much, you know.”<br> +<br> +“Don’t be flippant, Thaddeus. This is a very serious +matter. Norah is a good girl, as you say. She works so much +and so quickly that she really makes me tired, and I’m constantly +oppressed with the thought that she may get through with whatever she +is doing before I can think of something else to occupy her time. +But with her we need have none of the feeling that we have with Jane +and Ellen. She is young, and susceptible to new impressions. +She can fall in with new rules, while the other two might chafe under +them. Now, I say we wait until we find out if we cannot let well +enough alone, and not raise discord in our home.”<br> +<br> +“There never was an Eden without its serpent,” sighed Thaddeus. +“I don’t exactly like the idea of fitting our rules to their +idiosyncrasies.”<br> +<br> +“It isn’t that, dear. I don’t want that, either; +but neither do we wish to unnecessarily hamper them in their work by +demanding that they shall do it our way.”<br> +<br> +“Oh, well, you are the President of the Republic,” said +Thaddeus. “You run matters to suit yourself, and I believe +we’ll have the most prosperous institution in the world before +we know it. If it were a business matter, I’d have those +rules or die; but I suppose you can’t run a house as you would +a business concern. I guess you are right. Keep the rules +a week. Why not submit ‘em to your mother first?”<br> +<br> +“I thought of that,” said Bessie. “But then +it occurred to me that as Ellen had served always under your mother, +it would be better if we consulted her.”<br> +<br> +“I don’t,” said Thaddeus. “She’d +be sure to tell you not to have any rules, or, if she didn’t, +she would advise you to consult with the cook in the matter, which would +result in Ellen’s becoming President, and you and I taxpayers. +She used to run our old house, and now see the consequences!”<br> +<br> +“What are the consequences?” asked Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Mother and father have been driven into a hotel, and the children +have all been married.”<br> +<br> +“That’s awful,” laughed Bessie.<br> +<br> +And so the rules were filed away for future reference. That they +would have remained on file for an indefinite period if Thaddeus had +not asked a friend to spend a few weeks with him, I do not doubt. +Bessie grew daily more mistrustful of their value, and Thaddeus himself +preferred the comfort of a quiet though somewhat irregular mode of living +to the turmoil likely to follow the imposition of obnoxious regulations +upon the aristocrats below-stairs. But the coming of Thaddeus’s +friend made a difference.<br> +<br> +The friend was an elderly man, with a business and a system. He +was a man, for instance, who all his life had breakfasted at seven, +lunched at one, and dined at six-thirty, of which Thaddeus was aware +when he invited him to make his suburban home his headquarters while +his own house was being renovated and his family abroad. Thaddeus +was also aware that the breakfast and dinner hours under Bessie’s +regime were nominally those of his friend, and so he was able to assure +Mr. Liscomb that his coming would in no way disturb the usual serenity +of the domestic pond. The trusting friend came. Breakfast +number one was served fifteen minutes after the hour, and for the first +time in ten years Mr. Liscomb was late in arriving at his office. +He had not quite recovered from the chagrin consequent upon his tardiness +when that evening he sat down to dinner at Thaddeus’s house, served +an hour and ten minutes late, Ellen having been summoned by wire to +town to buy a pair of shoes for one of her sister’s children, +the sister herself suffering from poverty and toothache.<br> +<br> +“I hope you were not delayed seriously this morning, Mr. Liscomb,” +said Bessie, after dinner.<br> +<br> +“Oh no, not at all!” returned Liscomb, polite enough to +tell an untruth, although its opposite was also a part of his system.<br> +<br> +“Ellen must be more prompt with breakfast,” said Thaddeus. +“Seven, sharp, is the hour. Did you speak to her about it?”<br> +<br> +“No, but I intend to,” answered Bessie. “I’ll +tell her the first thing after breakfast to-morrow. I meant to +have spoken about it to-day, but when I got down-stairs she had gone +out.”<br> +<br> +“Was it her day out?”<br> +<br> +“No; but her sister is sick, and she was sent for. It was +all right. She left word where she was going with Jane.”<br> +<br> +“That was very considerate of her,” said Liscomb, politely.<br> +<br> +“Yes,” said Bessie. “Ellen’s a splendid +woman.”<br> +<br> +Later on in the evening, about half-past nine, when Mr. Liscomb, wearied +with the excitement of the first irregular day he had known from boyhood, +retired, Thaddeus took occasion to say:<br> +<br> +“Bessie, I think you’d better tell Ellen about having breakfast +promptly in the morning to-night, before we go to bed.”<br> +<br> +“Very well,” returned Bessie, “I’ll go down +now and do it;” and down she went. In a moment she was back. +“The poor thing was so tired,” she said, “that she +went to bed as soon as dinner was cooked, so I couldn’t tell her.”<br> +<br> +“Why didn’t you send up word to her by Jane?”<br> +<br> +“Oh, she <i>must </i>be asleep by this time!”<br> +<br> +“Oh!” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +It was nine o’clock the next morning when Ellen opened her eyes. +Breakfast had been served a half-hour earlier, Jane and Bessie having +cooked some eggs, which Bessie ate alone, since Thaddeus and Liscomb +were compelled to take the eight-o’clock train to town, hungry +and forlorn. Liscomb was very good-natured about it to Thaddeus, +but his book-keeper had a woful tale to tell of his employer’s +irritability when he returned home that night. As for Thaddeus, +he spoke his mind very plainly - to Liscomb. Bessie never knew +what he said, nor did any of the servants; but he said it to Liscomb, +and, as Liscomb remarked later, he seemed like somebody else altogether +while speaking, he was so fierce and determined about it all. +That night a telegram came from Liscomb, saying that he had been unexpectedly +delayed, and that, as there were several matters requiring his attention +at his own home, he thought he would not be up again until Sunday.<br> +<br> +Bessie was relieved, and Thaddeus was mad.<br> +<br> +“We <i>must </i>have those rules,” he said.<br> +<br> +And so they were brought out. Ellen received them with stolid +indifference; Jane with indignation, if the slamming of doors in various +parts of the house that day betokened anything. Norah accepted +them without a murmur. It made no difference to Norah on what +day she swept the parlor, nor did she seem to care very much because +her “days at home” were shifted, so that her day out was +Friday instead of Thursday.<br> +<br> +“Has Ellen said anything about the rules, my dear?” asked +Thaddeus, a week or two later.<br> +<br> +“Not a word,” returned Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Has she ‘looked’ anything?”<br> +<br> +“Volumes,” Bessie answered.<br> +<br> +“Does she take exception to any of them?”<br> +<br> +“No,” said Bessie, “and I’ve discovered why, +too. She hasn’t read them.”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus was silent for a minute. Then he said, quite firmly for +him, “She must read them.”<br> +<br> +“<i>Must </i>is a strong word, Teddy,” Bessie replied, “particularly +since Ellen can’t read.”<br> +<br> +“Then you ought to read them to her.”<br> +<br> +“That’s what I think,” Bessie answered, amiably. +“I’m going to do it very soon - day after to-morrow, I guess.”<br> +<br> +“What has Jane said?” asked Thaddeus, biting his lip.<br> +<br> +Bessie colored. Jane had expressed herself with considerable force, +and Bessie had been a little afraid to tell Thaddeus what she had said +and done.<br> +<br> +“Oh, nothing much,” she answered. “She - she +said she’d never worn caps like a common servant, and wasn’t +going to begin now; and then she didn’t like having to clean the +silver on Saturday afternoons, because the silver-powder got into her +finger-nails; and that really is too bad, Teddy, because Saturday night +is the night her friends come to call, and silver-powder is awfully +hard to get out of your nails, you know; and, of course, a girl wants +to appear neat and clean when she has callers.”<br> +<br> +“Of course,” said Thaddeus. “And I judge by +the appearance of the brass fenders that she doesn’t like to polish +them up on Wednesday because it gives her a backache on Thursday, which +is her day out.”<br> +<br> +Bessie’s eyes took on their watery aspect again.<br> +<br> +“Do the fenders look so very badly, Ted?” she asked.<br> +<br> +“They’re atrocious,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“I’m sorry, dear; but I did my best. I polished them +myself this afternoon; Jane had to go to a funeral.”<br> +<br> +“Oh, my!” cried Thaddeus. “This subject’s +too much for me. Let’s go out - somewhere, anywhere - to +a concert. Music hath its charms to soothe a savage breast, and +my breast is simply the very essence of wildness to-night. Put +on your things, Bess, and hurry, or I’ll suffocate.”<br> +<br> +Bessie did as she was told, and before ten o’clock the happy pair +had forgotten their woes, nor do I think they would have remembered +them again that night had they not found on their return home that they +were locked out.<br> +<br> +At this even the too amiable Bessie was angry - very angry - unjustly, +as it turned out afterwards.<br> +<br> +“They weren’t to blame, after all,” she explained +to Thaddeus, when he came home the next night. “I spoke +to them about it, and they all thought we’d spend the night with +your mother and father at the Oxford.”<br> +<br> +“They’re a thoughtful lot,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +And so time passed. The “treasures” did as they pleased; +the dubious auburn-haired Norah continued her aggravating efficiency. +Bessie’s days were spent in anticipation of an interview of an +unpleasant nature with Jane or Ellen “to-morrow.” +Thaddeus’s former smile grew less perpetual - that is, it was +always visible when Bessie was before him, but when Bessie was elsewhere, +so also was the token of Thaddeus’s amiability. He chafed +under the tyranny, but it never occurred to him but once that it would +be well for him to interview Ellen and Jane; and then, summoning them +fiercely, he addressed them mildly, ended the audience with a smile, +and felt himself beneath their sway more than ever.<br> +<br> +Then something happened. A day came and went, and the morrow thereof +found Thaddeus dethroned from even his nominal position of head of the +house. There was a young Thaddeus, an eight-pound Thaddeus, a +round, red-cheeked, bald-headed Thaddeus that looked more like the Thaddeus +of old than Thaddeus did himself; and then, at a period in which man +feels himself the least among the insignificant, did our hero find happiness +unalloyed once more, for to the pride of being a father was added the +satisfaction of seeing Jane and Ellen acknowledge a superior. +Make no mistake, you who read. It was not to Thaddeus junior that +these gems bowed down. It was to the good woman who came in to +care for the little one and his mother that they humbled themselves.<br> +<br> +“She’s great,” said Thaddeus to himself, as he watched +Jane bustling about to obey the command of the temporary mistress of +the situation as she had never bustled before.<br> +<br> +“She’s a second Elizabeth,” chuckled Thaddeus, as +he listened to an order passed down the dumb-waiter shaft from the stout +empress of the moment to the trembling queen of the kitchen.<br> +<br> +“She’s a little dictatorial,” whispered Thaddeus to +his newspaper, when the monarch of all she surveyed gave him <i>his +</i>orders. “But there are times, even in a Republic like +this, when a dictator is an advantage. I hate to see a woman cry, +but the way Jane wept at the routing Mrs. Brown gave her this morning +was a finer sight than Niagara.”<br> +<br> +But, alas! this happy state of affairs could not last forever. +Thaddeus was just beginning to get on easy terms with Mrs. Brown when +she was summoned elsewhere.<br> +<br> +“Change of heir is necessary for one in her profession,” +sighed Thaddeus; and then, when he thought of resuming the reins himself, +he sighed again, and wished that Mrs. Brown might have remained a fixture +in the household forever. “Still,” he added, more +to comfort himself than because he had any decided convictions to express +- “still, a baby in the house will make a difference, and Ellen +and Jane will behave better now that Bessie’s added responsibilities +put them more upon their honor.”<br> +<br> +For a time Thaddeus’s prophecy was correct. Ellen and Jane +did do better for nearly two months, and then - but why repeat the old +story? Then they lapsed, that is all, and became more tyrannical +than ever. Bessie was so busy with little Ted that the household +affairs outside of the nursery came under their exclusive control. +Thaddeus stood it - I was going to say nobly, but I think it were better +put ignobly - but he had a good excuse for so doing.<br> +<br> +“A baby is an awful care to its mother,” he said; “a +responsibility that takes up her whole time and attention. I don’t +think I’d better complicate matters by getting into a row with +the servants.”<br> +<br> +And so it went. A year and another year passed. The pretty +home was beginning to look old. The bloom of its youth had most +improperly faded - for surely a home should never fade - but there was +the boy, a growing delight to his father, so why complain? Better +this easy-going life than one of domestic contention.<br> +<br> +Then on a sudden the boy fell ill. The doctor came - shook his +head gravely.<br> +<br> +“You must take him to the sea-shore,” he said. “It +is his only chance.”<br> +<br> +And to the sea-shore they went, leaving the house in charge of the treasures.<br> +<br> +“I have confidence in you,” said Thaddeus to Jane and Ellen +on the morning of the departure, “so I have decided to leave the +house open in your care. Mrs. Perkins wants you to keep it as +you would if she were here. Whatever you need to make yourselves +comfortable, you may get. Good-bye.”<br> +<br> +“What a comfort it is,” said Bessie, when they had reached +the sea-shore, and were indulging in their first bit of that woful luxury, +homesickness - “what a comfort it is to feel that the girls are +there to look after things! An empty house is such a temptation +to thieves.”<br> +<br> +“Yes,” said Thaddeus. “I hope they won’t +entertain too much, though.”<br> +<br> +“Ellen and Jane are too old for that sort of thing,” Bessie +answered.<br> +<br> +“How about Norah?”<br> +<br> +“Oh, I forgot to tell you. There was nothing really for +Norah to do, so I told her she could go off and stay with her mother +on board-wages.”<br> +<br> +“Good!” said Thaddeus, with a pleased smile. “It +isn’t a bad idea to save, particularly when you are staying at +the sea-shore.”<br> +<br> +In this contented frame of mind they lived for several weeks. +The boy grew stronger every day, and finally Thaddeus felt that the +child was well enough to warrant his running back home for a night, +“just to see how things were going.” That the girls +were faithful, of course, he did not doubt; the regularity with which +letters addressed to him at home - and they were numerous - reached +him convinced him of that; but the hamper containing the week’s +wash, which Ellen and Jane were to send, and which had been expected +on Thursday of the preceding week, had failed for once to arrive; the +boy had worn one dress four days, Thaddeus’s collars were getting +low, and altogether he was just a little uneasy about things. +So he availed himself of his opportunity and went home, taking with +him a friend, in consideration of whom he telegraphed ahead to Ellen +to prepare a good breakfast, not caring for dinner, since he and his +companion expected to dine at the club and go to the theatre before +going out to his home.<br> +<br> +The result would have been fatal to Bessie’s peace of mind had +she heard of it during her absence from home. But Thaddeus never +told her, until it was a matter of ancient history, that when he arrived +at home, a little after midnight, he found the place deserted, and was +compelled to usher his friend in through the parlor window; that from +top to bottom the mansion gave evidence of not having seen a broom or +a dust-brush since the departure of the family; that Jane had not been +seen in the neighborhood for one full week - this came from those living +on adjoining property; that Ellen had been absent since early that morning, +and was not expected to return for three days; and, crowning act of +infamy, that he, Thaddeus, and his friend were compelled to breakfast +next morning upon a half of a custard pie, a bit mouldy, found by the +lord of the manor on the fast-melting remains of a cake of ice in the +refrigerator. Whether it would have happened if Thaddeus had not +been accompanied by a friend, whose laughter incited him to great deeds, +or not I am not prepared to say, but something important did happen. +Thaddeus rose to the occasion, and committed an act, and committed it +thoroughly. The Thaddeus of old, the meek, long-suffering, too +amiable Thaddeus, disappeared. The famous smile was given no chance +to play. His wife was absent, and the smile was far away with +her. Thaddeus, with one fell blow, burst his fetters and became +free.<br> +<br> +That afternoon, when he had returned to the seaboard, Bessie asked him, +“How was the house?”<br> +<br> +“Beautiful,” said Thaddeus, quite truthfully; for it was.<br> +<br> +“Did Ellen say anything about the hamper?”<br> +<br> +“Not a word.”<br> +<br> +“Did you speak to her about it?”<br> +<br> +“Nope.”<br> +<br> +“Oh, Teddy! How could you forget it?”<br> +<br> +To the lasting honor of Thaddeus be it said that he bore up under this +unflinchingly.<br> +<br> +“Did you have a good breakfast, Ted?” Bessie asked, returning +to the subject later.<br> +<br> +“Very,” said Thaddeus, thinking of the hearty meal he and +his fellow-sufferer had eaten at the club after getting back to town. +“We had a tomato omelet, coffee, toast, rice cakes, tenderloin +steak, and grits.”<br> +<br> +“Dear me!” smiled Bessie; she was so glad her Teddy had +been so well treated. “All that? Ellen must have laid +herself out.”<br> +<br> +“Yes,” said Thaddeus; “I think she did.”<br> +<br> +<br> +All the following week Thaddeus seemed to have a load on his mind - +a load which he resolutely refused to share with his wife - and on Friday +he found it necessary to go up to town.<br> +<br> +“I thought this was your vacation,” remonstrated Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Well, so it is,” said Thaddeus. “But - but +I’ve got one or two matters to attend to - matters of very great +importance - so that I think I’ll have to go.”<br> +<br> +“If you must, you must,” said Bessie. “But I +think it’s horrid of your partner to make you go back to town +this hot weather.”<br> +<br> +“Don’t be cross with my partner,” said Thaddeus; “especially +my partner in this matter.”<br> +<br> +“Have you different partners for different matters?”<i> +</i>queried Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Never mind about that, my dear; you’ll know all about it +in time, so don’t worry.”<br> +<br> +“All right, Teddy. But I don’t like to have you running +away from me when I’m at a hotel. I’d rather be home, +anyhow. Can’t I go with you? Little Ted is well enough +now to go home.”<br> +<br> +“Not this time; but you can go up next Wednesday if you wish,” +returned Thaddeus, with a slight show of embarrassment.<br> +<br> +And so it was settled, and Thaddeus went to town. On Wednesday +they all left the sea-shore to return to Phillipseburg.<br> +<br> +“Oh, how lovely it looks!” ejaculated Bessie, as she entered +the house, Norah having opened the door. “But - er - where’s +Jane, Norah?”<br> +<br> +“Cookin’ the dinner, mim.”<br> +<br> +“Why, Jane can’t cook.”<br> +<br> +“If you please, mim, this is a new Jane.”<br> +<br> +Bessie’s parasol fell to the floor. “A wha-a-at?” +she cried.<br> +<br> +“A new Jane. Misther Perkins has dispinsed with old Jane +and Ellen, mim.”<br> +<br> +Bessie rushed up-stairs to her room and cried. The shock was too +sudden. She longed for Thaddeus, who had remained at the station +collecting the bath-tubs and other luxuries of the baby from the luggage-van, +to come. What did it all mean? Jane and Ellen gone! +New girls in their places!<br> +<br> +And then Thaddeus came, and made all plain to the little woman, and +when he was all through she was satisfied. He had discharged the +tyrants, and had supplied their places. The latter was the important +business which had taken him to town.<br> +<br> +“But, Teddy,” Bessie said, with a smile, when she had heard +all, “how did poor mild little you ever have the courage to face +those two women and give them their discharge?”<br> +<br> +Teddy blushed. “I didn’t,” he answered, meekly; +“I wrote it.”<br> +<br> +Five years have passed since then, and all has gone well. Thaddeus +has remained free, and, as he proudly observes, domestics now tremble +at his approach - that is, all except Norah, who remembers him as of +old. Ellen and Jane are living together in affluence, having saved +their wages for nearly the whole of their term of “service.” +Bessie is happy in the possession of two fine boys, to whom all her +attention - all save a little reserved for Thaddeus - is given; and, +as for the dubious, auburn-haired, and distinctly Celtic Norah, Thaddeus +is afraid that she is developing into a “treasure.”<br> +<br> +“Why do you think so?” Bessie asked him, when he first expressed +that fear.<br> +<br> +“Oh, she has the symptoms,” returned Thaddeus. “She +has taken three nights off this week.”<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +MR. BRADLEY’S JEWEL<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +Thaddeus was tired, and, therefore, Thaddeus was grumpy. One premise +only was necessary for the conclusion - in fact, it was the only premise +upon which a conclusion involving Thaddeus’s grumpiness could +find a foothold. If Thaddeus felt rested, everything in the world +could go wrong and he would smile as sweetly as ever; but with the slightest +trace of weariness in his system the smile would fade, wrinkles would +gather on his forehead, and grumpiness set in whether things were right +or wrong. On this special occasion to which I refer, things were +just wrong enough to give him a decent excuse - outside of his weariness +- for his irritation. Norah, the housemaid, had officiously undertaken +to cover up the shortcomings of John, who should have blacked Thaddeus’s +boots, and who had taken his day off without preparing the extra pair +which the lord of the manor had expected to wear that evening. +It was nice of the housemaid, of course, to try to black the extra pair +to keep John out of trouble, but she might have been more discriminating. +It was not necessary for her to polish, until they shone like Claude +Lorraine glasses, two right boots, one of which, paradoxical as it may +seem, was consequently the wrong boot; so that when Thaddeus came to +dress for the evening’s diversion there was nowhere to be found +in his shoe-box a bit of leathern gear in which his left foot might +appear in polite society to advantage. Possibly Thaddeus might +have endured the pain of a right boot on a left foot, had not Norah +unfortunately chosen for that member a box-toed boot, while for the +right she had selected one with a very decided acute angle at its toe-end.<br> +<br> +“Just like a woman!” ejaculated Thaddeus, angrily.<br> +<br> +“Yes,”<i> </i>returned Bessie, missing Thaddeus’s +point slightly. “It was very thoughtful of Norah to look +after John’s work, knowing how important it was to you.”<br> +<br> +Fortunately Thaddeus was out of breath trying to shine up the other +pointed-toe shoe, so that his only reply to this was a look, which Bessie, +absorbed as she was in putting the studs in Thaddeus’s shirt, +did not see. If she had seen it, I doubt if she would have been +so entirely happy as the tender little song she was humming softly to +herself seemed to indicate that she was.<br> +<br> +“Some people are born lucky!” growled Thaddeus, as he finished +rubbing up the left boot, giving it a satin finish which hardly matched +the luminous brilliance of its mate, though he said it would do. +“There’s Bradley, now; he never has any domestic woes of +this sort, and he pays just half what we do for his servants.”<br> +<br> +“Oh, Mr. Bradley. I don’t like him!” ejaculated +Bessie. “You are always talking about Mr. Bradley, as if +he had an automaton for a servant.”<br> +<br> +“No, I don’t say he has an automaton,” returned Thaddeus. +“Automatons don’t often work, and Bradley’s jewel +does. Her name is Mary, but Bradley always calls her his jewel.”<br> +<br> +“I’ve heard of jewels,” said Bessie, thinking of the +two Thaddeus and she had begun their married life with, “but they’ve +always seemed to me to be paste emeralds - awfully green, and not worth +much.”<br> +<br> +“There’s no paste emerald about Bradley’s girl,” +said Thaddeus. “Why, he says that woman has been in Mrs. +Bradley’s employ for seven weeks now, and she hasn’t broken +a bit of china; never sweeps dust under the beds or bureaus; keeps the +silver polished so that it looks as if it were solid; gets up at six +every morning; cooks well; is civil, sober, industrious; has no hangers-on +- ”<br> +<br> +“Is Mr. Bradley a realist or a romancer?” asked Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Why do you ask that?” replied Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“That jewel story sounds like an <i>Arabian Nights </i>tale,” +said Bessie. “I don’t believe that it is more than +half true, and that half is exaggerated.”<br> +<br> +“Well, it <i>is </i>true,” said Thaddeus. “And, +what is more, the girl helps in the washing, plays with the children, +and on her days out she stays at home and does sewing.”<br> +<br> +Bessie laughed. “She must be a regular Koh-i-noor,” +she said. “I suppose Mr. Bradley pays her a thousand dollars +a month.”<br> +<br> +“No, he doesn’t; he pays her twelve,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“Then he is just what I said he was,” snapped Bessie - “a +mean thing. The idea - twelve dollars a month for all that! +Why, if she could prove she was all that you say she is, she could make +ten times that amount by exhibiting herself. She is a curiosity. +But if I were Mrs. Bradley I wouldn’t have her in the house. +So many virtues piled one on the other are sure to make an unsafe structure, +and I believe some poor, miserable little vice will crop out somewhere +and upset the whole thing.”<br> +<br> +“You are jealous,” said Thaddeus; and then he went out.<br> +<br> +The next day, meeting his friend Bradley on the street, Thaddeus greeted +him with a smile, and said, “Mrs. Perkins thinks you ought to +take up literature.”<br> +<br> +“Why so?” asked Bradley.<br> +<br> +“She thinks De Foe and Scott and Dumas and Stevenson would be +thrown into the depths of oblivion if you were to write up that jewel +of yours,” said Thaddeus. “She thinks your Mary is +one of the finest, most imaginative creations of modern days.”<br> +<br> +“She doubts her existence, eh?” smiled Bradley.<br> +<br> +“Well, she thinks she’s more likely to be a myth than a +Smith,” said Thaddeus. “She told me to ask you if +Mary has a twin-sister, and to say that if you hear of her having any +relatives at all - and no domestic ever lived who hadn’t - to +send her their addresses. She’d like to employ a few.”<br> +<br> +“I am sorry Mrs. Perkins is so blinded by jealousy,” said +Bradley, with a smile. “And I regret to say that Mary hasn’t +a cousin on the whole police force, or, in fact, any kind of a relative +whatsoever, unless she prevaricates.”<br> +<br> +“Too bad,” said Thaddeus. “I had a vague hope +we could stock up on jewels of her kind. Where did you get her, +anyhow - Tiffany’s?”<br> +<br> +“No. At an unintelligence office,” said Bradley. +“She was a last resort. We had to have some one, and she +was the only girl there. We took her for a week on trial without +references, and, by Jove! she turned out a wonder.”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus grinned, and said: “Give her time, Bradley. By-the-way, +at what hours is she on exhibition? I’d like to see her.”<br> +<br> +“Come up to-night and test the truth of what I say,” said +Bradley. “I won’t let anybody know you are coming, +and you’ll see her just as we see her. What do you say?”<br> +<br> +The temptation was too strong for Thaddeus to resist, and so it was +that Bessie received a telegram that afternoon from her beloved, stating +that he would dine with Bradley, and return home on a late train. +The telegram concluded with the line, “<i>I</i>’<i>m going +to appraise the escaped crown-jewel.</i>”<br> +<br> +Bessie chuckled at this, and stayed up until long after the arrival +of the last train, so interested was she to hear from Thaddeus all about +the Bradley jewel, who, as she said, “seemed too good to be true”; +but she was finally forced to retire disappointed and somewhat anxious, +for Thaddeus did not return home that night.<br> +<br> +Somewhere in the neighborhood of eight o’clock the next morning +Bessie received a second telegram, which read as follows:<br> +<br> +“<i>Do not worry. I am all right. Will be home about +nine, Have breakfast.</i>”<br> +<br> +“Now I wonder what on earth can have kept him?” Bessie said. +“Something has happened, I am sure. Perhaps an accident +on the elevated, or maybe - ”<br> +<br> +She did not finish the sentence, but rushed into the library and snatched +up the morning paper, scanning its every column in the expectation, +if not hope, of finding that some horrible disaster had occurred, in +which her Thaddeus might have been involved. The paper disclosed +nothing of the sort. Only a few commonplace murders, the usual +assortment of defalcations, baseball prophecies, and political prognostications +could Bessie discover therein. Never, in fact, had the newspaper +seemed so uninteresting - not even a bargain-counter announcement was +there - and with an impatient, petulant stamp of her little foot she +threw the journal from her and returned to the dining-room. It +was then half-past eight, and, hardly able to contain herself with excitement, +Bessie sat down by the window, and almost, if not quite, counted every +swing of the pendulum that pushed the hands of the clock on to the desired +hour. She could not eat, and not until curiosity was gratified +as to what it was that had detained Thaddeus, and what, more singular +still, was bringing him home instead of sending him to business at nine +o’clock in the morning, could she, in fact, do anything.<br> +<br> +Finally, the grinding sounds of carriage wheels on the gravel road without +were heard, and in an instant Bessie was at the door to welcome the +prodigal. And what a Thaddeus it was that came home that morning! +His eyes showed conclusively that he had had no sleep, save the more +or less unsatisfactory napping which suburban residents get on the trains. +His beautiful pearl-gray scarf, that so became him when he left home +the previous morning, was not anywhere in sight. His cheek was +scratched, and every button that his vest had ever known had taken wings +unto itself and flown, Bessie knew not whither. And yet, tired +out as he was, dishevelled as he was, Thaddeus was not grumpy, but inclined +rather to explosive laughter as he entered the house.<br> +<br> +“Why, Thaddeus!” cried Bessie, in alarm. “What +on earth is the matter with you? You look as if you had been in +a riot.”<br> +<br> +“That’s a pretty good guess, my dear,” returned Thaddeus, +with a laugh, “but not quite the right one.”<br> +<br> +“But tell me, what have you been doing? Where have you been?”<br> +<br> +“At Bradley’s, my love.”<br> +<br> +“You haven’t been - been quarrelling with Mr. Bradley?”<br> +<br> +“No. Bradley’s jewel has proved your husband’s +Waterloo, as well as the Sedan of Bradley himself,” returned Thaddeus, +throwing his head back and bursting out into a loud guffaw.<br> +<br> +“I am not good at riddles, Thaddeus,” said Bessie, “and +I haven’t laughed much myself since that last train came in last +night and didn’t bring you. I think you might tell me - +”<br> +<br> +“Why, my dear little girl,” said Thaddeus, walking to her +side and kissing her, “I didn’t mean to keep you in suspense, +and of course I’ll tell you.”<br> +<br> +Then, as they ate their breakfast, Thaddeus explained. “I +told Bradley that you were a sceptic on the subject of his jewel,” +he said, “and he offered to prove that she was eighteen carats +fine by taking me home with him, an unexpected guest, by which act he +would test her value to my satisfaction. Of course, having cast +doubts upon her excellence, I had to accept, and at half-past five he +and I boarded an elevated train for Harlem. At six we stood before +Bradley’s front door, and as he had left his keys at the office, +he rang the bell and waited. It was a long wait, considering the +presence of a jewel within doors. It must have lasted fifteen +minutes, and even that would have been but the beginning, in spite of +repeated and continuous pulling of the bell-handle, had we not determined +to enter through the reception-room window.”<br> +<br> +“Did you try the basement door?” queried Bessie, with a +smile, for it pleased her to hear that the jewel was not quite flawless.<br> +<br> +“Yes,” said Thaddeus. “We rang four times at +the basement, and I should say seven times at the front door, and then +we took to the window. Bradley’s is one of those narrow +English-basement houses with a small yard in front, so that the reception-room +window is easy to reach by climbing over the vault leading to the basement +door, which is more or less of a cellar entrance. Fortunately +the window was unlocked. I say fortunately, because it enabled +us to get into the house, though if I were sitting on a jury I think +I should base an indictment - one of criminal negligence - of the Jewel +on the fact that it was unlocked. It was just the hour, you know, +when policemen yawn and sneak-thieves prowl.”<br> +<br> +“How careless!” vouchsafed Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Very,” said Thaddeus. “But this time it worked +for the good of all concerned, although my personal appearance doesn’t +give any indication that I gained anything by it. In fact, it +would have been better for me if the house had been hermetically sealed.”<br> +<br> +“Don’t dally so much, Thaddeus,” put in Bessie. +“I’m anxious to hear what happened.”<br> +<br> +“Well, of course Bradley was very much concerned,” continued +Thaddeus. “It was bad enough not to be able to attract the +maid’s attention by ringing, but when he noticed that the house +was as dark as pitch, and that despite the clanging of the bell, which +could be heard all over the neighborhood, even his wife didn’t +come to the door, he was worried; and he was more worried than ever +when he got inside. We lit the gas in the hall, and walked back +into the dining-room, where we also lighted up, and such confusion as +was there you never saw! The table-cloth was in a heap on the +floor; Bradley’s candelabra, of which he was always so proud, +were bent and twisted out of shape under the table; glasses broken beyond +redemption were strewn round about; and a mixture of pepper, salt, and +sugar was over everything.”<br> +<br> +“‘I believe there have been thieves here,’ said Bradley, +his face turning white. And then he went to the foot of the stairs +and called up to his wife, but there no answer.<br> +<br> +“Then he started on a dead run up the stair. Above all was +in confusion, as in the dining-room. Vases were broken, pictures +hung awry on the walls; but nowhere was Mrs. Bradley or one of the Bradley +children to be seen.<br> +<br> +“Then we began a systematic search of the house. Everywhere +everything was upside-down, and finally we came to a door on the third +story back, leading into the children’s play-room, and as we turned +the knob and tried to open it we heard Mrs. Bradley’s voice from +within.<br> +<br> +“‘Who’s there?’ she said, her voice all of a +tremble.<br> +<br> +“‘It is I!’ returned Bradley. ‘Open the +door. What is the meaning of all this?’<br> +<br> +“‘Oh, I’m so glad you have come!’ returned Mrs. +Bradley, with a sob, and then we heard sounds as of the moving of heavy +furniture. Mrs. Bradley, for some as yet unexplained reason, seemed +to have barricaded herself in.<br> +<br> +“Finally the door was opened, and Mrs. Bradley buried her face +on her husband’s shoulder and sobbed hysterically.<br> +<br> +“‘What on earth is the matter?’ asked Bradley, as +his children followed their mother’s lead, except that they buried +their faces in his coat-tail pockets. ‘What has happened?’<br> +<br> +“‘Mary!’ gasped Mrs. Bradley.”<br> +<br> +“The jewel?” asked Bessie.<br> +<br> +“The same,” returned Thaddeus, with a smile. “She +was the jewel, alas! now deprived of her former glorious setting.<br> +<br> +“‘What’s the matter with Mary?’<i> </i>asked +Bradley.<br> +<br> +“‘She’s been behaving outrageously. I found +her this morning,’ said Mrs. Bradley, ‘rummaging through +my escritoire, throwing things all over the floor; and when I remonstrated +she said she was looking for a sheet of paper on which to write a letter. +I told her she should have asked me for it, and she replied impertinently +that she never asked favors of anybody. I told her to leave the +room, and she declined to do it, picking up a sofa-pillow and throwing +it at me. I was so overcome I nearly fainted.’”<br> +<br> +“I should think she would have been overcome! Such impudence!” +said Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Humph!” said Thaddeus. “That isn’t a +marker to what followed. Why, according to Mrs. Bradley’s +story, that escaped Koh-i-noor called her all sorts of horrible names, +threw an empty ink-pot at a photograph of Bradley himself, that stood +on the mantel, and then, grabbing up a whisk-broom, literally swept +everything else there was on the mantel off to the floor with it. +This done, she began to overturn chairs with an ardor born of temper, +apparently; and, finally, Mrs. Bradley got so frightened that she ran +from the room, and the jewel started in pursuit. Straight to the +nursery ran the lady of the house - for there was where the children +were, playing house, no doubt, with little idea that jewels sometimes +deteriorated. Once in the nursery, Mrs. Bradley slammed the door +to, locked it, and then, still fearful, rolled before it the bureau +and the children’s cribs. After that the actions of the +jewel could only be surmised. The door was pounded and the atmosphere +of the hall was rent with violent harangues; then a hurried step was +heard as the jewel presumably sailed below-stairs; then crashings were +heard - crashings which might have indicated the smashing of windows, +of picture-glass, of mirrors, chairs, and other household appurtenances, +after which, Mrs. Bradley observed, all became still.”<br> +<br> +“Mercy! what a trial!” said Bessie. +“And was she locked up in the nursery all day?”<br> +<br> +“From twelve until we rescued her at a little after six,” +said Thaddeus. “Then Bradley and I started out to find the +jewel, if possible, and I regret to say that it was possible. +We found her asleep on the kitchen table, and Bradley hadn’t any +more sense than to try and wake her up. He succeeded too well. +For the next ten minutes she was the most wide-awake woman you ever +saw, and she kept us wide awake too. The minute she opened her +eyes and saw us standing before her, she sprang to her feet and made +a rush at Bradley, for which he was totally unprepared, the consequence +of which was that in an instant he found himself sitting in a very undignified +manner, for the head of the house, on the kitchen floor, trying to collect +his somewhat scattered faculties.<br> +<br> +“When she had persuaded Bradley to take a seat, she turned to +shower her attentions on me. I jumped to one side, but she managed +to grab hold of my vest, and hence its buttonless condition. By +this time Bradley was on his feet again, and, having had the temerity +to face his jewel the second time, he again came off second best, losing +one of the button-holes of his collar in the mêlée. +I rushed in from behind, and flirtatiously, perhaps, tried to grab hold +of her hands, coming off the field minus a necktie, but plus that picturesque +scratch you see on my nose. Stopping a moment to count up my profit +and loss, I let Bradley make the next assault, which resulted in a drawn +battle, Bradley losing his watch and his temper, the jewel losing her +breath and her balance. So it went on for probably three or four +minutes longer, though we certainly acquired several years of experience +in those short minutes, until finally we managed to conquer her. +This done, we locked her up in a closet.”<br> +<br> +“Had she been at the cooking-sherry?” asked Bessie.<br> +<br> +“We thought so at first, and Bradley sent for a policeman,” +said Thaddeus “but when he came we found the poor creature too +exhausted to be moved, and in a very short while Mrs. Bradley decided +that it was a case for a doctor and not for a police-justice. +So the doctor was summoned, and we waited, dinnerless, in the dining-room +for his verdict, and finally it came. <i>Bradley’s jewel +was insane</i>!”<br> +<br> +“Insane!” echoed Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Mad as a hatter,” replied Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“Well, I declare!” said Bessie, thoughtfully. “But, +Thaddeus, do you know I am not surprised.”<br> +<br> +“Why, my dear?” he asked.<br> +<br> +“Because, Teddy, she was too perfect to be in her right mind.”<br> +<br> +And Thaddeus, after thinking it all over, was inclined to believe that +Bessie was in the right.<br> +<br> +“Yes, Bess, she was perfect - perfect in the way she did her work, +perfect in the way she smashed things, and nowhere did she more successfully +show the thoroughness with which she did everything than when it came +to removing the buttons from my vest. Isn’t it too bad that +the only perfect servant that ever lived should turn out to be a hopeless +maniac? But I must hurry off, or I’ll miss my train.”<br> +<br> +“You are not going down to town to-day?” asked Bessie.<br> +<br> +“To-day, above all other days, am I going down,” returned +Thaddeus. “I am enough of a barbarian to be unwilling to +lose the chance of seeing Bradley, and asking him how he and his jewel +get along.”<br> +<br> +“Thaddeus!”<br> +<br> +“Why not, my dear?”<br> +<br> +“It would be too mean for anything.”<br> +<br> +“Well, perhaps you are right. I guess I won’t. +But he has rubbed it into me so much about our domestics that I hate +to lose the chance to hit back.”<br> +<br> +“Has he?” said Bessie, her face flushing indignantly, and, +it may be added, becomingly. “In that case, perhaps, you +might - ha! ha! - perhaps you might telegraph and ask him.”<br> +<br> +And Thaddeus did so. As yet he has received no reply.<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +UNEXPECTED POMP AT THE PERKINS’S<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +“My dear,” said Thaddeus, one night, as he and Mrs. Perkins +entered the library after dinner, “that was a very good dinner +to-night. Don’t you think so?”<br> +<br> +“All except the salmon,” said Bessie, with a smile.<br> +<br> +“Salmon?” echoed Thaddeus. “Salmon? I +did not see any salmon.”<br> +<br> +“No,” said Bessie, “that was just the trouble. +It didn’t come up, although it was in the house before dinner, +I’m certain. I saw it arrive.”<br> +<br> +“Ellen couldn’t have known you intended it for dinner,” +said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“Yes, she knew it was for dinner,” returned Bessie, “but +she made a mistake as to whose dinner it was for. She supposed +it was bought for the kitchen-table, and when I went down-stairs to +inquire about it a few minutes ago it was fulfilling its assumed mission +nobly. There wasn’t much left but the tail and one fin.”<br> +<br> +“Well!” ejaculated Thaddeus, “I call that a pretty +cool proceeding. Did you give her a talking to?”<br> +<br> +“No,” Bessie replied, shortly; “I despise a domestic +fuss, so I pretended I’d gone down to talk about breakfast. +We’ll have breakfast an hour or two earlier to-morrow, dear.”<br> +<br> +“What’s that for?” queried Thaddeus, his eyes open +wide with astonishment. “You are not going shopping, are +you?”<br> +<br> +“No, Teddy, I’m not; but when I got downstairs and realized +that Ellen had made the natural mistake of supposing the fish was for +the down-stairs dinner, this being Friday, I had to think of something +to say, and nothing would come except that we wanted breakfast at seven +instead of at eight. It doesn’t do to have servants suspect +you of spying upon them, nor is it wise ever to appear flustered - so +mamma says - in their presence. I avoided both by making Ellen +believe I’d come down to order an early breakfast.”<br> +<br> +“You are a great Bessie,” said Thaddeus, with a laugh. +“I admire you more than ever, my dear, and to prove it I’d +get up to breakfast if you’d ordered it at 1 A.M.”<br> +<br> +“You’d be more likely to stay up to it,” said Bessie, +“and then go to bed after it.”<br> +<br> +“There’s your Napoleonic mind again,” said Thaddeus. +“I should never have thought of that way out of it. But, +Bess,” he continued, “when I was praising to-night’s +dinner I had a special object in view. I think Ellen cooks well +enough now to warrant us in giving a dinner, don’t you?”<br> +<br> +“Well, it all depends on what we have for dinner,” said +Bessie. “Ellen’s biscuits are atrocious, I think, +and you know how lumpy the oatmeal always is.”<br> +<br> +“Suppose we try giving a dinner with the oatmeal and biscuit courses +left out?” suggested Thaddeus, with a grin.<br> +<br> +Bessie’s eyes twinkled. “You make very bright after-dinner +speeches, Teddy,” she said. “I don’t see why +we can’t have a dinner with nothing but pretty china, your sparkling +conversation, and a few flowers strewn about. It would be particularly +satisfactory to me.”<br> +<br> +“They’re not all angels like you, my dear,” Thaddeus +returned. “There’s Bradley, for instance. He’d +die of starvation before we got to the second course in a dinner of +that kind, and if there is any one thing that can cast a gloom over +a dinner, it is to have one of the guests die of starvation right in +the middle of it.”<br> +<br> +“Mr. Bradley would never do so ungentlemanly a thing,” said +Bessie, laughing heartily. “He is too considerate a man +for that; he’d starve in silence and without ostentation.”<br> +<br> +“Why this sudden access of confidence in Bradley?” queried +Thaddeus. “I thought you didn’t like him?”<br> +<br> +“Neither I did, until that Sunday he spent with us,” Bessie +answered. “I’ve admired him intensely ever since. +Don’t you remember, we had lemon pie for dinner - one I made myself?”<br> +<br> +“Yes, I remember,” said Thaddeus; “but I fail to see +the connection between lemon pie and Bradley. Bradley is not sour +or crusty.”<br> +<br> +“You wouldn’t have failed to see if you’d watched +Mr. Bradley at dinner,” retorted Bessie. “He ate two +pieces of it.”<br> +<br> +“And just because a man eats two pieces of lemon pie prepared +by your own fair hands you whirl about, and, from utterly disliking +him, call him, upon the whole, one of the most admirable products of +the human race?” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“Not at all,” Bessie replied, with a broad smile; “but +I did admire the spirit and politeness of the man. On our way +home from church in the morning we were talking about the good times +children have on their little picnics, and Mr. Bradley said he never +enjoyed a picnic in his life, because every one he had ever gone to +was ruined by the baleful influence of lemon pie.”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus laughed. “Then he didn’t like lemon pie?” +he asked.<br> +<br> +“No, he hated it,” said Bessie, joining in the laugh. +“He added that the original receipt for it came out of Pandora’s +box.”<br> +<br> +“Poor Bradley!” cried Thaddeus, throwing his head back in +a paroxysm of mirth. “Hated pie - declared his feelings +- and then to be confronted by it at dinner.”<br> +<br> +“He behaved nobly,” said Bessie. “Ate his first +piece like a man, and then called for a second, like a hero, when you +remarked that it was of my make.”<br> +<br> +“You ought to have told him it wasn’t necessary, Bess,” +said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“I felt that way myself at first,” Bessie explained; “but +then I thought I wouldn’t let him know I remembered what he had +said.”<br> +<br> +“I fancy that was better,” said Thaddeus. “But +about that dinner. What do you say to our inviting the Bradleys, +Mr. and Mrs. Phillips, the Robinsons, and the Twinings?”<br> +<br> +“How many does that make? Eight besides ourselves?” +asked Bessie, counting upon her fingers.<br> +<br> +“Yes - ten altogether,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“It can’t be done, dear,” said Bessie. “We +have only eight fruit plates.”<br> +<br> +“Can’t you and I go without fruit?” Thaddeus asked.<br> +<br> +“Not very well,” laughed Bessie. “It would never +do.”<br> +<br> +“They might think the fruit was poisoned if we did, eh?” +suggested Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“Besides, Mary never could serve dinner for ten; eight is her +number. Last time we had ten people, don’t you remember, +she dropped a tray full of dishes, and poured the claret into the champagne +glasses?”<br> +<br> +“Oh, yes, so she did,” said Thaddeus. “That’s +how we came to have only eight fruit plates. I remember. +I don’t think it was the number of people at the table, though. +It was Twining caused the trouble, he had just made the pleasant remark +that he wouldn’t have an Irish servant in his house, when Mary +fired the salute.”<br> +<br> +“Then that settles it,” said Bessie. “We’ll +cut the Twinings out, and ask the others. I don’t care much +for Mrs. Twining, anyhow; she’s nothing but clothes and fidgets.”<br> +<br> +“And Twining doesn’t do much but ask you what you think +of certain things, and then tell you you are all wrong when he finds +out,” said Thaddeus. “Yes, it’s just as well +to cut them off this time. We’ll make it for eight, and +have it a week from Thursday night.”<br> +<br> +“That’s Mary’s night off,” said Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Then how about having it Friday?”<br> +<br> +“That’s Maggie’s night off, and there won’t +be anybody to mind the baby.”<br> +<br> +“Humph!” said Thaddeus. “I wish there were a +baby safe-deposit company somewhere. Can’t your mother come +over and look after him?”<br> +<br> +“No,” said Bessie, “she can’t. The child +always develops something every time mother comes. Not, of course, +that I believe she gives it to him, but she looks for things, don’t +you know.”<br> +<br> +“Yes,” said Thaddeus, “I know. Then make it +Wednesday. That’s my busy day down-town, and I shan’t +be able to get home much before half-past six, but if dinner is at seven, +there will be time enough for me to dress.”<br> +<br> +“Very well,” said Bessie. “I will write the +invitations to-morrow, and, meanwhile, you and I can get up the menu.”<br> +<br> +“Oysters to begin with, of course,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“I suppose so,” said Bessie, “though, you remember, +the last time we had oysters you had to open them, because the man from +the market didn’t get here until half-past seven.”<br> +<br> +“And Ellen had never opened any except with a tack-hammer,” +said Thaddeus. “Yes, I remember. But lightning never +strikes twice in the same place. Put down the oysters. Then +we’ll have some kind of a purée - celery purée, +eh?”<br> +<br> +“That will be very good if Ellen can be induced to keep it thick.”<br> +<br> +“Perhaps we’d better tell her we want a celery consommé,” +suggested Thaddeus. “Then it will be sure to be as thick +as a dictionary.”<br> +<br> +“I guess it will be all right,” said Bessie. “What +kind of fish?”<br> +<br> +“Bradley likes salmon; Robinson likes sole; Phillips likes whitebait, +and so do I.”<br> +<br> +“We’ll have whitebait,” said Bessie, simply. +“Then a saddle of mutton?”<br> +<br> +“Yes, and an entrée of some kind, and next individual ruddy +ducks.”<br> +<br> +“No Roman punch?”<br> +<br> +“We can get along without that, I think,” said Thaddeus. +“We want to keep this dinner down to Mary’s comprehension, +and I’m afraid she wouldn’t know what to make of an ice +in the middle of the dinner. The chances are she’d want +to serve it hot.”<br> +<br> +“All right, Teddy. What next?”<br> +<br> +“I would suggest a lemon pie for Bradley,” smiled Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“What do you say to Ellen’s making one of her tipsy-cakes?” +suggested Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Just the thing,” said Thaddeus, smacking his lips with +enthusiasm. “I could eat a million of ‘em. Then +we can finish up with coffee and fruit.”<br> +<br> +So it was settled. The invitations were sent out, and Bessie devoted +her energies for the next ten days to making ready.<br> +<br> +Ellen’s culinary powers were tested at every meal. For dinner +one night she was requested to prepare the purée, which turned +out to be eminently satisfactory. Thaddeus gave her a few practical +lessons in the art of opening oysters, an art of which he had become +a master in his college days - in fact, if his own words were to be +believed, it was the sole accomplishment he had there acquired which +gave any significance whatever to his degree of B. A. - so that in case +the “fish gentleman” failed to appear in time nothing disastrous +might result. Other things on the menu were also ordered at various +times, and all went so well that when Thaddeus left home on the chosen +Wednesday morning, it was with a serene sense of good times ahead. +The invited guests had accepted, and everything was promising.<br> +<br> +As Thaddeus had said, Wednesday was his busy day, and never had it been +busier than upon this occasion. Everything moved smoothly, but +there was a great deal to move, and finally, when all was done, and +Thaddeus rose to leave his desk, it was nearly six o’clock, and +quite impossible for him to reach home before seven. “I +shall be late,” he said, as he hurried off; and he was right. +He arrived at home coincidently with his guests, rushed to his room, +and dressed. But one glimpse had he of Bessie, and that was as +they passed on the stairs, she hurrying down to receive her guests, +he hurrying up to change his clothes.<br> +<br> +“Oh, Thad!” was all she said, but to Thaddeus it was disconcerting.<br> +<br> +“What is the matter, dear?” he asked.<br> +<br> +“Nothing; I’ll tell you later. Hurry,” she gasped, +“or the dinner will be spoiled.”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus hurried as he never hurried before, and in fifteen minutes +walked, immaculate as to attire, into the drawing-room, where Bessie, +her color heightened to an unusual degree, and her usually bright eyes +fairly flaming with an unwonted brilliance, was entertaining the Bradleys, +the Phillipses, and the Robinsons.<br> +<br> +“Didn’t expect me, did you?” said Thaddeus, as he +entered the room.<br> +<br> +“No,” said Bradley, dryly. “This is an unexpected +pleasure. I didn’t even know you were a friend of the family.”<br> +<br> +“Well, I am,” said Thaddeus. “One of the oldest +friends I’ve got, in fact, which is my sole excuse for keeping +you waiting. Old friends are privileged - eh, Mrs. Robinson?”<br> +<br> +“Dinner is served,” came a deep bass voice from the middle +of the doorway.<br> +<br> +Thaddeus jumped as if he had seen a ghost, and, turning to see what +could have caused the strange metamorphosis in the soprano tremolo of +Mary’s voice, was astonished to observe in the parting of the +portières not the more or less portly Mary, but a huge, burly, +English-looking man, bowing in a most effective and graceful fashion +to Mrs. Bradley, and then straightening himself up into a pose as rigid +and uncompromising as that of a marble statue.<br> +<br> +“What on earth - ” began Thaddeus, with a startled look +of inquiry at Bessie. But she only shook her head, and put her +finger to her lips, enjoining silence, which Thaddeus, fortunately, +had the good sense to understand, even if his mind was not equal to +the fathoming of that other mystery, the pompous and totally unexpected +butler.<br> +<br> +But if Thaddeus was surprised to see the butler, he was amazed at the +dinner which the butler served. Surely, he thought, if Ellen can +prepare a dinner like this, she ought to be above taking sixteen dollars +and a home a month. It was simply a regal repast. The oysters +were delicious, and the purée was superior to anything Thaddeus +had ever eaten in the line of soups in his life - only it was lobster +purée, and ten times better than Ellen’s general run of +celery purée. He winked his eye to denote his extreme satisfaction +to Bessie when he thought no one was looking, but was overwhelmed with +mortification when he observed that the wink had been seen by the overpowering +butler, who looked sternly at him, as much as to say, “’Ow +wery wulgar!”<br> +<br> +“I must congratulate your cook upon her lobster purée, +Mrs. Perkins,” said Mr. Phillips. “It is delicious.”<br> +<br> +“Yes,” put in Thaddeus. “But you ought to taste +her celery purée. She is undoubtedly great on purées.”<br> +<br> +Bessie coughed slightly and shook her head at Thaddeus, and Thaddeus +thought he detected the germ of a smile upon the cold face of the butler. +He was not sure about it, but it curdled his blood just a little, because +that ghost of a smile seemed to have just a tinge of a sneer in it.<br> +<br> +“This isn’t the same cook you had last time, is it?” +asked Bradley.<br> +<br> +“Yes,” said Thaddeus. “Same one, though it was +my wife who made that lem—”<br> +<br> +“Thaddeus,” interrupted Bessie, “Mrs. Robinson tells +me that she and Mr. Robinson are going down to New York to the theatre +on Friday night. Can’t we all go?”<br> +<br> +“Certainly,” said Thaddeus. “I’m in on +any little diversion of that sort. Why, what’s this? - er +- why, yes, of course. Phillips, you’ll go; and you, too, +eh, Bradley?”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus was evidently much upset again; for, instead of the whitebait +he and Bessie had decided upon for their fish course, the butler had +entered, bearing in a toplofty fashion a huge silver platter, upon which +lay a superb salmon, beautifully cooked and garnished. This he +was now holding before Thaddeus, and stood awaiting his nod of approval +before serving it. Inasmuch as Thaddeus not only expected whitebait, +but had also never before seen the silver platter, it is hardly surprising +that he should sit staring at the fish in a puzzled sort of way. +He recovered shortly, however, gave the nod the butler was waiting for, +and the dinner proceeded. And what a dinner it was! Each +new course in turn amazed Thaddeus far more than the course that had +preceded it; and now, when the butler, whom Thaddeus had got more or +less used to, came in bearing a bottle of wine, followed by another +stolid, well-dressed person, who might have been his twin-brother and +who was in reality no more than assistant to the other, Thaddeus began +to fear that the wine he had partaken of had brought about that duplication +of sight which is said to be one of the symptoms of over-indulgence. +Either that or he was dreaming, he thought; and the alternative was +not a pleasant one, for Thaddeus did not over-indulge, and as a person +of intellect he did not deem it the proper thing to dream at the dinner-table, +since the first requisite of dreaming is falling asleep. This +Thaddeus never did in polite society.<br> +<br> +To say that he could scarcely contain himself for curiosity to know +what had occurred to bring about this singular condition of affairs +is to put it with a mildness which justice to Thaddeus compels me to +term criminal. Yet, to his credit be it said, that through the +whole of the repast, which lasted for two hours, he kept silent, and +but for a slight nervousness of manner no one would have suspected that +he was not as he had always been. Indeed, to none of the party, +not even excepting his wife, did Thaddeus appear to be anything but +what he should be. But when, finally, the ladies had withdrawn +and the men remained over the coffee and cigars, he was compelled to +undergo a still severer test upon his loyalty to Bessie, whose signal +to him to accept all and say nothing he was so nobly obeying.<br> +<br> +Bradley began it. “I didn’t know you’d changed +from women to men servants, Perkins?”<br> +<br> +“<i>Yes,</i>”<i> </i>said Thaddeus “we’ve changed.”<br> +<br> +“Rather good change, don’t you think?”<br> +<br> +“Splendid,” said Phillips. “That fellow served +the dinner like a prince.”<br> +<br> +“I don’t believe he’s any more than a duke, though,” +said Bradley. “His manner was quite ducal - in fact, too +ducal, if Perkins will let me criticise. He made me feel like +a poor, miserable, red-blooded son of the people. I wanted an +olive, and, by Jove, I didn’t dare ask for it.”<br> +<br> +“That wasn’t his fault,” said Robinson, with a laugh. +“You forget that you live in a country where red blood is as good +as blue. Where did you get him, Thaddeus?”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus looked like a rat in a corner with a row of cats to the fore.<br> +<br> +“Oh! - we - er - we got him from - dear me! I never can +remember. Mrs. Perkins can tell you, though,” he stammered. +“She looks after the menagerie.”<br> +<br> +“What’s his name?” asked Phillips.<br> +<br> +Thaddeus’s mind was a blank. He could not for the life of +him think what name a butler would be likely to have, but in a moment +he summoned up nerve enough to speak.<br> +<br> +“Grimmins,” he said, desperately.<br> +<br> +“Sounds like a Dickens’ character,” said Robinson. +“Does he cost you very much?”<br> +<br> +“Oh no - not so very much,” said Thaddeus, whose case was +now so desperate that he resolved to put a stop to it all. Unfortunately, +his method of doing so was not by telling the truth, but by a flight +of fancy in which he felt he owed it to Bessie to indulge.<br> +<br> +“No - he doesn’t cost much,” he repeated, boldly. +“Fact is, he is a man we’ve known for a great many years. +He - er - he used to be butler in my grandfather’s house in Philadelphia, +and - er - and I was there a great deal of the time as a boy, and Grimmins +and I were great friends. When my grandfather died Grimmins disappeared, +and until last month I never heard a word of him, and then he wrote +to me stating that he was out of work and poor as a fifty-cent table-d’hôte +dinner, and would like employment at nominal wages if he could get a +home with it. We were just getting rid of our waitress, and so +I offered Grimmins thirty a month, board, lodging, and clothes. +He came on; I gave him one of my old dress-suits, set him to work, and +there you are.”<br> +<br> +“I thought you said a minute ago Mrs. Perkins got him?” +said Bradley, who is one of those disagreeable men with a memory.<br> +<br> +“I thought you were talking about the cook,” said Thaddeus, +uneasily. “Weren’t you talking about the cook?”<br> +<br> +“No; but we ought to have been,” said Phillips, with enthusiasm. +“She’s the queen of cooks. What do you pay her?”<br> +<br> +“Sixteen,” said Thaddeus, glad to get back on the solid +ground of truth once more.<br> +<br> +“What?” cried Phillips. “Sixteen, and can cook +like that? Take me down and introduce me, will you, Perkins? +I’d like to offer her seventeen to come and cook for me.”<br> +<br> +“Let’s join the ladies,” said Thaddeus, abruptly. +“There’s no use of our wasting our sweetness upon each other.”<br> +<br> +If the head of the house had expected to be relieved from his unfortunate +embarrassments by joining the ladies, he was doomed to bitter disappointment, +for the conversation abandoned at the table was resumed in the drawing-room. +The dinner had been too much of a success to be forgotten readily.<br> +<br> +Thaddeus’s troubles were set going again when he overheard Phillips +saying to Bessie, “Thaddeus has been telling us the remarkable +story of Grimmins.”<br> +<br> +Nor were his woes lightened any when he caught Bessie’s reply: +“Indeed? What story is that?”<br> +<br> +“Why, the story of the butler - Grimmins, you know. How +you came to get him, and all that,” said Phillips. “Really, +you are to be congratulated.”<br> +<br> +“I am glad to know you feel that way,” said Bessie, simply, +with a glance at Thaddeus which was full of wonderment.<br> +<br> +“He is a treasure,” said Bradley; “but your cook is +a whole chestful of treasures. And how fortunate you and Thaddeus +are! The idea of there being anywhere in the world a person of +such ability in her vocation, and so poor a notion of her worth!”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus breathed again, now that the cook was under discussion. +He knew all about her.<br> +<br> +“Yes, indeed,” said Bessie. “He did well.”<br> +<br> +“I mean the cook,” returned Bradley. “You mean +she did well, don’t you?”<br> +<br> +What Bessie would have answered, or what Thaddeus would have done next +if the conversation had been continued, can be a matter of unprofitable +speculation only, for at this point a wail from above-stairs showed +that Master Perkins had awakened, and the ladies, considerate of Bessie’s +maternal feelings, promptly rose to take their leave, and in ten minutes +she and Thaddeus were alone.<br> +<br> +“What on earth is the story of Grimmins, Thaddeus?” she +asked, as the door closed upon the departing guests.<br> +<br> +Thaddeus threw himself wearily down upon the sofa and explained. +He told her all he had said about the butler and the cook.<br> +<br> +“That’s the story of Grimmins,” he said, when he had +finished.<br> +<br> +“Oh, dear me, dear me!” cried Bessie, “you told the +men that, and I - I, Thaddeus, told the women the truth. Why, +it’s - it’s awful. You’ll never hear the end +of it.”<br> +<br> +“Well, now that they know the truth, Bess,” Thaddeus +said, “suppose you let me into the secret. What on earth +is the meaning of all this - two butlers, silver platters, dinner fit +for the gods, and all?”<br> +<br> +“It’s all because of the tipsy-cake,” said Bessie.<br> +<br> +“The what?” asked Thaddeus, sitting up and gazing at his +wife as if he questioned her sanity.<br> +<br> +“The tipsy-cake,” she repeated. “I gave Ellen +the bottle of brandy you gave me for the tipsy-cake, and - and she drank +half of it.”<br> +<br> +“And the other half?”<br> +<br> +“Mary drank that. They got word this morning that their +brother was very ill, and it upset them so I don’t believe they +knew what they were doing; but at one o’clock, when I went down +to lunch, there was no lunch ready, and when I descended into the kitchen +to find out why, I found that the fire had gone out, and both girls +were - both girls were asleep on the cellar floor. They’re +there yet - locked in; and all through dinner I was afraid they might +come to, and - make a rumpus.”<br> +<br> +“And the dinner?” said Thaddeus, a light breaking through +into his troubled mind.<br> +<br> +“I telegraphed to New York to Partinelli at once, telling him +to serve a dinner for eight here to-night, supplying service, cook, +dinner, and everything, and at four o’clock these men arrived +and took possession. It was the only thing I could do, Thad, wasn’t +it?”<br> +<br> +“It was, Bess,” said Thaddeus, gravely. “It +was great; but - by Jove, I wish I’d known, because - Did you +really tell the ladies the truth about it?”<br> +<br> +“Yes, I did,” said Bessie. “They were so full +of praises for everything that I didn’t think it was fair for +me to take all the credit of it, so I told them the whole thing.”<br> +<br> +“That was right, too,” said Thaddeus; “but those fellows +will never let me hear the end of that infernal Grimmins story. +I almost wish we - ”<br> +<br> +“You wish what, Teddy dear?”<br> +<br> +“I almost wish we had not attempted the tipsy-cake, and had stuck +to my original suggestion,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“What was that?” Bessie asked.<br> +<br> +“To have lemon pie for dessert, for Bradley’s sake,” +answered Thaddeus, as he locked the front door and turned off the gas.<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +AN OBJECT-LESSON<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +It was early in the autumn. Mr. and Mrs. Perkins, with their two +hopefuls, had returned from a month of rest at the mountains, and the +question of school for Thaddeus junior came up.<br> +<br> +“He is nearly six years old,” said Bessie, “and I +think he is quite intelligent enough to go to school, don’t you?”<br> +<br> +“Well, if you want my honest opinion,” Thaddeus answered, +“I think he’s intelligent enough to go without school for +another year at least. I don’t want a hot-house boy, and +I have always been opposed to forcing these little minds that we are +called upon by circumstances to direct. It seems to me that the +thing for us to do is to hold them back, if anything. If Teddy +goes to school now, he’ll be ready for college when he is twelve. +He’ll be graduated at sixteen, and at twenty he’ll be practising +law. At twenty-five he’ll be leader of the bar; and then +- what will there be left for him to achieve at fifty? Absolutely +nothing.”<br> +<br> +Mrs. Perkins laughed. “You have great hopes for Teddy, haven’t +you?”<br> +<br> +“Certainly I have,” Thaddeus replied; “and why shouldn’t +I? Doesn’t he combine all my good qualities plus yours? +How can he be anything else than great?”<br> +<br> +“I am afraid there’s a touch of vanity in you,” said +Mrs. Perkins, with a smile. “That remark certainly indicates +it.”<br> +<br> +“No - it’s not vanity in me,” said Thaddeus. +“It’s confidence in you. You’ve assured me so +often of my perfection that I am beginning to believe in it; and as +for your perfection, I’ve always believed in it. Hence, +when I see Teddy combining your perfect qualities with my own, I regard +him as a supernaturally promising person - that is, I do until he begins +to show the influence of contact with the hired man, and uses language +which he never got from you or from me.”<br> +<br> +“Granting that he is great at twenty-five,” said Mrs. Perkins, +after a few moments’ reflection, “is that such a horrible +thing?”<br> +<br> +“It isn’t for the parents of the successful youth, but for +the successful youth himself it’s something awful,” returned +Thaddeus, with a convincing shake of the head. “If no one +ever lived beyond the age of thirty-five it wouldn’t be so bad, +but think of living to be even so young as sixty, with a big reputation +to sustain through more than half of that period! I wouldn’t +want to have to sustain a big name for twenty-five years. Success +entails conspicuousness, and conspicuousness makes error almost a crime. +Put your mind on it for a moment. Think of Teddy here. How +nervous it would make him in everything he undertook to feel that the +eyes of the world were upon him. And take into consideration that +other peculiarity of human nature which leads us all, you and me as +well as every one else, to believe that the man who does not progress +is going backward, that there is no such thing as standing still; then +think of a man illustrious enough for seventy at twenty-five - at the +limit of success, with all those years before him, and no progress possible! +No, my dear. Don’t let’s talk of school for Teddy +yet.”<br> +<br> +“I am sure I don’t want to force him,” said Mrs. Perkins, +“but it sometimes seems to me that he needs lessons in discipline. +I can’t be following around after him all the time, and it seems +to me some days that I do nothing but find fault with him. I don’t +want him to think I’m a stern mother; and when he tells me, as +he did yesterday, that he wishes I’d take a vacation for a month, +I can’t blame him.”<br> +<br> +“Did he tell you that?” asked Thaddeus, with a chuckle.<br> +<br> +“Yes, he did,” replied Mrs. Perkins. “I’d +kept him in a chair for an hour because he would tease Tommy, and when +finally I let him go I told him that he was wearing me out with his +naughtiness. About an hour later he came back and said, ‘You +have an awful hard time bringin’ me up, don’t you?’<i> +</i>I said yes, and added that he might spare me the necessity of scolding +him so often, to which he replied that he’d try, but thought it +would be better if I’d take a vacation for a month. He hadn’t +much hope for his own improvement.”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus shook internally.<br> +<br> +“He’s perfectly wild, too, at times,” Mrs. Perkins +continued. “He wants to do such fearful things. I +caught him sliding down the banisters yesterday head-foremost, and you +know how he was at the Mountain House all summer long. Perfectly +irrepressible.”<br> +<br> +“That’s very true,” said Thaddeus. “I +was speaking of it to the doctor up there, and asked him what he thought +I’d better do.”<br> +<br> +“And what did he say?” asked Mrs. Perkins.<br> +<br> +“He stated his firm belief that there was nothing you or I could +do to get him down to a basis, but thought Hagenbeck might accomplish +something.”<br> +<br> +“No doubt he thought that,” cried Bessie. “No +doubt everybody thought that, but it wasn’t entirely Teddy’s +fault. If there is anything in the world that is well calculated +to demoralize an active-minded, able-bodied child, it is hotel life. +Teddy was egged on to all sorts of indiscretions by everybody in the +hotel, from the bell-boys up. If he’d stand on his head +on the cashier’s desk, the cashier would laugh first, and then, +to get rid of him, would suggest that he go into the dining-room and +play with the headwaiter; and when he upset the contents of his bait-box +in Mrs. Harkaway’s lap, she interfered when I scolded him, and +said she liked it. What can you do when people talk that way?”<br> +<br> +“Get him to upset his bait-box in her lap again,” said Thaddeus. +“I think if he had been encouraged to do that as a regular thing, +every morning for a week, she’d have changed her tune.”<br> +<br> +“Well, it all goes to prove one thing,” said Mrs. Perkins, +“and that is, Teddy needs more care than we can give him personally. +We are too lenient. Whenever you start in to punish him it ends +up with a game; when I do it, and he says something funny, as he always +does, I have to laugh.”<br> +<br> +“How about the ounce-of-prevention idea?” suggested Thaddeus. +“We’ve let him go without a nurse for a year now - why can’t +we employ a maid to look after him - not to boss him, but to keep an +eye on him - to advise him, and, in case he declines to accept the advice, +to communicate with us at once? All he needs is directed occupation. +As he is at present, he directs his own occupation, with the result +that the things he does are of an impossible sort.”<br> +<br> +“That means another servant for me to manage,” sighed Mrs. +Perkins.<br> +<br> +“True; but a servant is easier to manage than Teddy. You +can discharge a servant if she becomes impossible. We’ve +got Teddy for keeps,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“Very well - so be it,” said Mrs. Perkins. “You +are right, I guess, about school. He ought not to be forced, and +I’d be worried about him all the time he was away, anyhow.”<br> +<br> +So it was decided that Teddy should have a nurse, and for a day or two +the subject was dropped. Later on Mrs. Perkins reopened it.<br> +<br> +“I’ve been thinking all day about Teddy’s nurse, Thaddeus,” +she said, one evening after dinner. “I think it would be +nice if we got him a French nurse. Then he could learn French +without any forcing.”<br> +<br> +“Good scheme,” said Thaddeus. “I approve of +that. We might learn a little French from her ourselves, too.”<br> +<br> +“That’s what I thought,” said Bessie and that point +was decided. The new nurse was to be French, and the happy parents +drew beatific visions of the ease with which they should some day cope +with Parisian hotel-keepers and others in that longed-for period when +they should find themselves able, financially, to visit the French capital.<br> +<br> +But -<br> +<br> +Ah! Those buts that come into our lives! Conjunctions they +are called! Are they not rather terminals? Are they not +the forerunners of chaos in the best-laid plans of mankind? If +for every “but” that destroys our plan of action there were +ready always some better-succeeding plan, then might their conjunctive +force seem more potent; as life goes, however, unhappily, they are not +always so provided, and the English “but” takes on its Gallic +significance, which leads the Frenchman to define it as meaning “the +end.”<br> +<br> +There was an object-lesson in store for the Perkinses.<br> +<br> +On the Sunday following the discussion with which this story opens, +the Perkinses, always hospitable, though distinctly unsociable so far +as the returning of visits went, received a visit from their friends +the Bradleys. Ordinarily a visit from one’s town friends +is no very great undertaking for a suburban host or hostess, but when +the town friends have children from whom they are inseparable, and those +children have nurses who, whithersoever the children go, go there also, +such a visit takes on proportions the stupendousness of which I, being +myself a suburban entertainer, would prefer not to discuss, fearing +lest some of my friends with families, recalling these words, might +consider my remarks of a personal nature. Let me be content with +saying, therefore, that when the Bradleys, Mr. and Mrs., plus Master +and Miss, plus Harriet, the English nurse, came to visit the Perkins +homestead that Sunday, it was a momentous occasion for the host and +hostess, and, furthermore, like many another momentous occasion, was +far-reaching in its results.<br> +<br> +In short, it provided the Perkins family with that object-lesson to +which I have already alluded.<br> +<br> +The Bradleys arrived on Sunday night, and as they came late little Harry +Bradley and the still smaller Jennie Bradley were tired, and hence not +at all responsive to the welcomes of the Perkinses, large or small. +They were excessively reticent. When Mrs. Perkins, kneeling before +Master Harry, asked him the wholly unnecessary question, “Why, +is this Harry?” he refused wholly to reply; nor could the diminutive +Jennie be induced to say anything but “Yumps” in response +to a similar question put to her, “Yumps” being, it is to +be presumed, a juvenilism for “Yes, ma’am.” +Hence it was that the object-lesson did not begin to develop until breakfast +on Sunday morning. The first step in the lesson was taken at that +important meal, when Master Harry observed, in stentorian yet sweetly +soprano tones:<br> +<br> +“Hi wants a glarse o’ milk.”<br> +<br> +To which his nurse, standing behind his chair to relieve the Perkinses’ +maid of the necessity of looking after the Bradley hopefuls, replied:<br> +<br> +“’Ush, ‘Arry, ‘ush! Wite till yer arsked.”<br> +<br> +Mrs. Bradley nodded approval to Harriet, and observed quietly to Mrs. +Perkins that Harriet was such a treasure; she kept the children so well +in subjection.<br> +<br> +The incident passed without making any impression upon the minds of +any but Thaddeus junior, who, taking his cue from Harry, vociferously +asserted that he, too, wished a glass of milk, and in such terms as +made the assertion tantamount to an ultimatum.<br> +<br> +Then Miss Jennie seemed to think it was her turn.<br> +<br> +“Hi doan’t care fer stike. Hi wants chickin,” +said she. “I’n’t there goin’ ter be no +kikes?”<br> +<br> +Mrs. Perkins laughed, though I strongly suspect that Thaddeus junior +would have been sent from the table had he ventured to express a similar +sentiment. Mrs. Bradley blushed; Bradley looked severe; Perkins +had that expression which all parents have when other people’s +children are involved, and which implies the thought, “If you +were mine there’d be trouble; but since you are not mine, how +cunning you are!” But Harriet, the nurse, met the problem. +She said:<br> +<br> +“Popper’s goin’ ter have stike, Jinnie; m’yby +Mr. Perkins’ll give yer lots o’ gryvy. Hit i’n’t +time fer the kikes.”<br> +<br> +Perhaps I ought to say to those who have not studied dialect as “she +is spoke” that the word m’yby is the Seven Dials idiom for +maybe, itself more or less an Americanism, signifying “perhaps,” +while “kikes” is a controvertible term for cakes.<br> +<br> +After breakfast, as a matter of course, the senior members of both families +attended divine service, then came dinner, and after dinner the usual +matching of the children began. The hopefuls of Perkins were matched +against the scions of Bradley. All four were brought downstairs +and into the parental presence in the library.<br> +<br> +“Your Harry is a fine fellow, Mrs. Bradley,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“Yes, we think Harry is a very nice boy,” returned Mrs. +Bradley, with a fond glance at the youth.<br> +<br> +“Wot djer si about me, mar?” asked Harry.<br> +<br> +“Nothing, dear,” replied Mrs. Bradley, raising her eyebrows +reprovingly.<br> +<br> +“Yes, yer did, too,” retorted Harry. “Yer said +as ‘ow hi were a good boy.”<br> +<br> +“Well, ‘e i’n’t, then,” interjected Jennie. +“‘E’s a bloomin’ mean un. ‘E took +a knoife an’ cut open me doll.”<br> +<br> +“’Ush, Jinnie, ’ush!” put in the nurse. +“Don’t yer tell tiles on ’Arry. ‘E didn’t +mean ter ’urt yer doll. ’Twas a haxident.”<br> +<br> +“No, ’twasn’t a haxident,” said Jennie. +“’E done it a-purpice.”<br> +<br> +“Well, wot if hi did?” retorted Harry. “Didn’t +yer pull the tile off me rockin’-’orse?”<br> +<br> +“Well, never mind,” said Bradley, seeing how strained things +were getting. “Don’t quarrel about it now. It’s +all done and gone, and I dare say you were both a little to blame.”<br> +<br> +“’Hi war’n’t!” said Harry, and then the +subject was dropped. The children romped in and out through the +library and halls for some time, and the Bradleys and Perkinses compared +notes on various points of interest to both. After a while they +again reverted to the subject of their children.<br> +<br> +“Does Harry go to school?” asked Bessie.<br> +<br> +“No, we think he’s too young yet,” returned Mrs. Bradley. +“He learns a little of something every day from Harriet, who is +really a very superior girl. She is a good servant. She +hasn’t been in this country very long, and is English to the core, +as you’ve probably noticed, not only in her way of comporting +herself, but in her accent.”<br> +<br> +“Yes, I’ve observed it,” said Bessie. “What +does she teach him?”<br> +<br> +“Oh, she tells him stories that are more or less instructive, +and she reads to him. She’s taught him one or two pretty +little songs - ballads, you know - too. Harry has a sweet little +voice. Harry, dear, won’t you sing that song about Mrs. +Henry Hawkins for mamma?”<br> +<br> +“Don’t warn’ter,” said Harry. “Hi’m +sick o’ that bloomin’ old song.”<br> +<br> +“Seems to me I’ve heard it,” said Thaddeus. +“As I remember it, Harry, it was very pretty.”<br> +<br> +“It is,” said Bradley. “It’s the one you +mean - ‘Oh, ’Lizer! dear ’Lizer! Mrs. ’Ennery +’Awkins.’ Harry sings it well, too; but I say, Thad, +you ought to hear the nurse sing it. It’s great.”<br> +<br> +“I should think it might be.”<br> +<br> +“She has the accent down fine, you know.”<br> +<br> +“Sort of born to it, eh?”<br> +<br> +“Yes; you can’t cultivate that accent and get it just right.”<br> +<br> +“I’ll do ‘Dear Old Dutch’ for yer,” suggested +Harry. “Hi likes thet better ‘n ‘Mrs. ‘Awkins.’”<br> +<br> +So Harry deserted “Mrs. ’Awkins” and sang that other +pathetic coster-ballad, “Dear Old Dutch,” and, to the credit +of Harriet, the nurse, it must be said that he was marvellously well +instructed. It could not have been done better had the small vocalist +been the own son of a London coster-monger instead of the scion of an +American family of refinement.<br> +<br> +Thus the day passed. Jennie proved herself quite as proficient +in the dialect of Seven Dials as was Harry, or even Harriet, and when +she consented to stand on a chair and recite a few nursery rhymes, there +was not an unnoticed “h” that she did not, sooner or later, +pick up and attach to some other word to which it was not related, as +she went along.<br> +<br> +In short, as far as their speech was concerned, thanks to association +with Harriet, Jennie and Harry were as perfect little cockneys as ever +ignored an aspirate.<br> +<br> +The visit of the Bradleys, like all other things, came to an end, and +Bessie, Thaddeus, and the children were once more left to themselves. +Teddy junior, it was observed, after his day with Harry, developed a +slight tendency to misplace the letter “h” in his conversation, +but it was soon corrected, and things ran smoothly as of yore. +Only - the Only being the natural sequence of the But referred to some +time since - Mr. and Mrs. Perkins changed their minds about the French +nurse, and it came about in this way:<br> +<br> +“Thaddeus,” said Bessie, after the Bradleys had departed, +“what is the tile of a rockin’-’orse?”<br> +<br> +“I don’t know. Why?” asked Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“Why, don’t you remember,” she said, “young +Harry Bradley accused Jennie of pulling out the tile of his rockin’-’orse?”<br> +<br> +“Oh yes! Ha, ha!” laughed Thaddeus. “So +she did. I know now. Tile is cockney for tail.”<br> +<br> +“Did you notice the accent those children had?”<br> +<br> +“Yes.”<br> +<br> +“All got from the nurse, too?”<br> +<br> +“True.”<br> +<br> +“Ah, Teddy, what do you think of our getting a French maid, after +all? Don’t you think that we’d run a great risk?”<br> +<br> +“Of what?”<br> +<br> +“Of having Ted speak - er - cockney French.”<br> +<br> +“H’m - yes. Very likely,” said Thaddeus. +“I’d thought of that myself, and, I guess, perhaps we’d +better stick to Irish.”<br> +<br> +“So do I. We can correct any tendency to a brogue, don’t +you think?”<br> +<br> +“Certainly,” said Thaddeus. “Or, if we couldn’t, +it wouldn’t be fatal to the boy’s prospects. It might +even help him if he - ”<br> +<br> +“Help him? If what?”<br> +<br> +“If he ever went into polities,” said Perkins.<br> +<br> +And that was the object-lesson which a kindly fate gave to the Perkinses +in time to prevent their engaging a French maid for the children.<br> +<br> +As to its value as a lesson, as to the value of its results, those who +are familiar with French as spoken by nurse-instructed youths can best +judge.<br> +<br> +I am not unduly familiar with that or any other kind of French, but +I have ideas in the matter.<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +THE CHRISTMAS GIFTS OF THADDEUS<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +That you may thoroughly comprehend how it happened that on last Christmas +Day Thaddeus meted out gifts of value so unprecedented to the domestics +of what he has come to call his “menagerie” - the term menage +having seemed to him totally inadequate to express the state of affairs +in his household - I must go back to the beginning of last autumn, and +narrate a few of the incidents that took place between that period and +the season of Peace on Earth and Good-will to Men. Should I not +do so there would be many, I doubt not, who would deem Thaddeus’s +course unjustifiable, especially when we are all agreed that Christmas +Day should be for all sorts and conditions of men the gladdest, happiest +day of all the year.<br> +<br> +Thaddeus and Bessie and the little Thad had returned to their attractive +home after an absence of two months in a section of the Adirondacks +whither the march of civilization had not carried such comforts as gas, +good beds, and other luxuries, to which the little family had become +so accustomed that real camp-life, with its beds of balsam, lights of +tallow, and “fried coffee,” possessed no charms for them. +They were all renewed in spirit and quite ready to embark once more +upon the troubled seas of house-keeping; and, as they saw it on that +first night at home, their crew was a most excellent one. The +cook rose almost to the exalted level of a chef in the estimation of +Thaddeus as course upon course, to the number of seven, each made up +of some delicacy of the season, came to the table and received the indorsement +which comes from total consumption. They were well served, too, +these courses; and the two heads of the family, when Mary, the waitress, +would enter the butler’s pantry, leaving them alone and unobserved, +nodded their satisfaction to each other across the snow-white cloth, +and by means of certain well-established signals, such as shaking their +own hands and winking the left eye simultaneously, with an almost vicious +jerk of the head, silently congratulated themselves upon the prospects +of a peaceful future in a domestic sense.<br> +<br> +“That was just the best dinner I have had in centuries,” +said Thaddeus, as they adjourned to the library after the meal was over. +“The broiled chicken was so good, Bess, that for a moment I wished +I were a bachelor again, so that I could have it all; and after I got +over my first feeling of hesitation over the oysters, and realized that +it was September with an R - belated, it is true, but still there - +and ate six of them, I think I could have gone downstairs and given +cook a diamond ring with seven solitaires in it and a receipted bill +for a seal-skin sacque. I don’t see how we ever could have +thought of discharging her last June, do you?”<br> +<br> +“It was a good dinner,” said Bessie, discreetly ignoring +the allusion to their intentions in June; for she had a well-defined +recollection that at that time Bridget had given signs of emotional +insanity every time she was asked to prepare a five-o’clock breakfast +for Thaddeus and his friends, to the number of six, who had acquired +the habit of going off on little shooting trips every Saturday, making +the home of Thaddeus their headquarters over Sunday, when the game the +huntsmen had bagged the day before had to be plucked, cleaned, and cooked +by her own hands for dinner. “And it was nicely selected, +too,” she added. “I sometimes think that I’ll +let Bridget do the ordering at the market.”<br> +<br> +“H’m! Well,” said Thaddeus, shaking his head +dubiously, “I haven’t a doubt that Bridget could do it, +and would be very glad to do it; but I don’t believe in setting +a cook up in business.”<br> +<br> +“How do you mean?”<br> +<br> +“I mean that I haven’t any doubt that Bridget would in a +very short time become a highly successful produce-broker with bull +tendencies. The chicken market would be buoyant, and the quotations +on the Stock Exchange of, say, B., S., and P.-U.-C. - otherwise, Beef, +Succotash, and Picked-Up-Codfish - would rise to the highest point in +years. Why, my dear, by Christmas-time cook would have our surplus +in her own pocket-book; and in the place of the customary five oranges +and an apple she would receive from the butcher a Christmas-card in +the shape of a check of massive, if not graceful, proportions. +No, Bess, I think the old way is the best.”<br> +<br> +“Perhaps it is. By-the-way, John has kept the grounds looking +well, hasn’t he? The lawn doesn’t seem to have a weed +on it,” said Bessie, walking to the window and gazing out at the +soft velvety sward in the glow of twilight.<br> +<br> +“Yes, it looks pretty well; but there’s a small heap of +stuff over there near the fence which rather inclines me to believe +that the weeds have been pulled out within the last few days - in fact, +since you wrote to announce our return. John is an energetic man +in an emergency, and I haven’t a doubt he has been here at least +once a week ever since we left. I’ll keep a record of John +this fall.”<br> +<br> +And so the two contented home-comers talked happily along, and when +they closed their eyes in sleep that night they were, upon the whole, +very well satisfied with life.<br> +<br> +Weeks elapsed, and with them some of the air-castles collapsed. +Whether custom staled the infinite variety of the cook’s virtues, +and age withered the efficiency of Mary, the waitress, or whether something +was really and radically wrong with the girls, Thaddeus and Bessie could +not make out. Certain it was, however, that by slow degrees the +satisfaction for which that first dinner seemed to stand as guarantor +wore away, and dissatisfaction entered the household. Mary developed +a fondness for church at most inconvenient hours - hours at which in +fact, neither Thaddeus nor Bessie had ever supposed church could be. +That it was eternal they both knew, but they had always supposed there +were intermissions. Then the cook’s family, which had hitherto +been moderately healthful, began to show signs of invalidism, though +no such calamity as actual dissolution ever set its devastating step +within the charmed circle of her relatives. Cousins fell ill whom +she alone could comfort; nephews developed maladies for which she alone +could care; and, according to Thaddeus’s record, John had been +compelled on penalty of a fine to attend the funerals of some twenty-four +deceased intimate friends in less than two months, although the newspapers +contained no mention of the existence of a possible epidemic in the +Celtic quarter. It is true that John showed a more pronounced +desire to make his absence less inconvenient to his employer than did +Mary and the cook, by providing a substitute when the Ancient Order +of Funereal Hibernians compelled him to desert the post of duty; but +Thaddeus declared the “remedy worse than the disease,” for +the reason that John’s substitute - his own brother-in-law - was +a weaver by trade, whose baskets the public did not appreciate, and +whose manner of cutting grass in the early fall and of tending furnace +later on was atrocious.<br> +<br> +“If I could hire that man in summer,” Thaddeus remarked +one night when John’s substitute had “fixed” the furnace +so that the library resembled a cold-storage room, “I think we +could make this house an arctic paradise. He seems to have a genius +for taking warmth by the neck and shaking enough degrees of heat out +of it to turn a conflagration into an iceberg. I think I’ll +tell the Fire Commissioners about him.”<br> +<br> +“He can’t compare with John,” was Bessie’s answer +to this.<br> +<br> +“No. I think that’s why John sends him here when he +is off riding in carriages in honor of his deceased chums. By +the side of Dennis, John is a jewel.”<br> +<br> +“John is very faithful with the furnace,” said Bessie. +“He never lets it go down. Why, day before yesterday I turned +off every register in the house, and even then had to open all the windows +to keep from suffocating.”<br> +<br> +“But that wasn’t all John, my dear,” said Thaddeus. +“The Weather Bureau had something to do with it. It was +a warm day for this season of the year, anyhow. If John could +combine the two businesses of selling coal and feeding furnaces, I think +he would become a millionaire. And, by-the-way, I think you ought +to speak to him, Bess, about the windows. Since you gave him the +work of window-cleaning to do, it is evident that he thinks I have nothing +to say in the matter, for he persistently ignores my requests that he +clean them in squares as they are made, and not rub up a little circle +in the middle, so that they look like blocks of opalescent glass with +plate-glass bulls’-eyes let into the centre. Look at them +now.”<br> +<br> +“Dennis did that. John had to go to Mount Vernon with his +militia company to-day.”<br> +<br> +“Dennis is well named, for his name is - But never mind. +I’ll credit John with his twelfth day off in four weeks.”<br> +<br> +From John to Bridget, in the matter of days off, was an easy step, though +such was Bessie’s consummate diplomacy that Thaddeus would probably +have continued in ignorance of the extent to which Bridget absented +herself had they not both taken occasion one day to visit some relatives +in Philadelphia, and on their return home at night found no dinner awaiting +them.<br> +<br> +“What’s the matter now?” asked Thaddeus, a little +crossly, perhaps, for visiting relatives in Philadelphia irritated him +- possibly because he and they did not agree in politics, and their +assumption that Thaddeus’s party was entirely made up of the ignorant +and self-seeking was galling to him. “Why isn’t dinner +ready?”<br> +<br> +“Mary says that an hour after we left cook got a telegram from +New York saying that her brother was dying, and she had to go right +off.”<br> +<br> +“I thought that brother was dying last week?”<br> +<br> +“No; that was her mother’s brother, he got well. This +is another person entirely.”<br> +<br> +“Naturally,” snapped Thaddeus. “But next time +we get a cook let’s have one whose relatives are all dead, or +in the old country, where they can’t be reached. I’m +tired of this business.”<br> +<br> +“Well, you shouldn’t be cross with me about it, Thad,” +said Bessie, with a teary look in her eyes. “I have to put +up with a great deal more of it than you have, only you never know of +it. Why, I’ve cooked one-half of my own luncheons in the +last month.”<br> +<br> +“And the dinners, too, I’ll wager,” growled Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“No; she’s always got home for dinner heretofore.”<br> +<br> +“Well, we’ll keep a record-book for her, too, then. +And we’ll be generous with her. We’ll allow her just +as I was allowed in college - twenty-five per cent. in cuts. If +she has twenty-five and a fifth per cent., she goes.”<br> +<br> +“I don’t think I understand,” said Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Well, we’ll put it this way: There are thirty days in a +month. That means ninety meals a month. If she cooks sixty-seven +and a half of them she can stay; if she fails to cook the other twenty-two +and a half she can stay; but woe be unto her if she slips up by even +so little as a millionth part of the sixty-eighth!”<br> +<br> +“I don’t see how you can manage the half part of it.”<br> +<br> +“We’ll leave that to her,” said Thaddeus, firmly; +“and, what is more, we’ll put John and Mary on the same +basis, and Dennis we won’t have on any basis at all. A man +who will take advantage of his brother’s absence at a wake to +black the shoes of that brother’s only employer with stove-polish +is not the kind of a man I want to have around.”<br> +<br> +“It will be a very good plan,” said Bessie, “for all +except Mary. Her absences she cannot well avoid. She has +to go to church.”<br> +<br> +“How many times a week does she have to go?” queried Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“She is required to go to confession.”<br> +<br> +“Well, let her reform, and then she’ll have nothing to go +to confession for. I don’t believe that’s where she +goes, either. I notice that one-half those evenings she takes +off, permitting me to mind the front door, and enabling us both to acquire +proficiency in the art of helping ourselves at dinner, there’s +a fireman’s ball or a policeman’s hop or a letter-carriers’ +theatre party going on somewhere in the county, and it’s my belief +the worshipping she does on these occasions is at the shrine of Terpsichore +or that of Melpomene, which is a heathen custom and not to be tolerated +here. If she’s so fond of living in church we can quote +to her Hamlet’s advice to Ophelia - ‘Get thee to a nunnery!’ +Why, Bess, I was mortified to death the other night when Bradley dined +here, he’s all the time bragging about his menagerie, and I tried +to bluff him out and make him believe we were waited on by angels in +disguise, and you know what happened. He came, saw, and I was +regularly knocked out. You let us in; we waited on ourselves; +cook had prepared the seven-o’clock dinner at five to give her +a chance to go to the hospital to see her brother-in-law with the measles; +John had one of his Central-African fires on, and Bradley’s laughing +about it yet.”<br> +<br> +“Mr. Bradley was very disagreeable the other night, anyhow,” +sniffed Bessie. “He acted as if he were camping out!”<br> +<br> +“Well, I can’t honestly say I blame him for that,” +retorted Thaddeus. “It only needed a balsam bed and a hole +in the roof to let the rain in on him to complete the illusion.”<br> +<br> +Finally, December came, and the tendencies of absenteeism on the part +of the servants showed no signs of abatement. They were remonstrated +with, but it made no difference. They didn’t go out, they +declared, because they wanted to, but because they had to. Cook +couldn’t let her relatives go unattended. Mary’s religious +scruples simply dragged her out of the house, try as she would to stay +in; and as for John, as long as Dennis was on hand to take his place +he couldn’t see why Mr. Perkins was dissatisfied. To tell +the truth, John had recently imbibed some more or less capitalistic +- or anticapitalistic - doctrines, and he was quite incapable of understanding +why, if a street-contractor, for instance, was permitted by the laws +of the land to sublet the work for which he had contracted, he, John, +should not be permitted to sublet his contract to Dennis, piecemeal, +or even as a whole, if he saw fit to do so.<br> +<br> +Thaddeus, seeing that Bessie was very much upset by the condition of +affairs, had said little about it since Thanksgiving Day, when he had +said about as much as the subject warranted after a six-course dinner +had been hurried through in one hour, two courses having been omitted +that Bridget might catch the train leaving for New York at 3.10. +Nor would he have said anything further than the final words of dismissal +had he not come home late one afternoon to dress for a dinner at his +club, when he discovered that, owing to the usual causes, the week’s +wash, which the combined efforts of cook and waitress should have finished +that day, was delayed twenty-four hours, the consequence being that +Thaddeus had to telephone to the haberdashery for a dress-shirt and +collar.<br> +<br> +“It’s bad enough having one’s wife buy these things +for one, but when it comes to having a salesman sell you over a telephone +the style of shirt and collar ‘he always wears himself,’ +it is maddening,” began Thaddeus, and then he went on at such +an outrageous rate that Bessie became hysterical, and Thaddeus’s +conscience would not permit of his going out at all that night, and +that was the beginning of the end.<br> +<br> +“I’ll fix ‘em at Christmas-time,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“You won’t forget them at Christmas, I hope, Thad,” +said Bessie, whose forgiving nature would not hear of anything so ungenerous +as forgetting the servants during the holidays.<br> +<br> +“No,” laughed Thaddeus. “I won’t forget +‘em. I’ll give ‘em all the very things they +like best.”<br> +<br> +“Oh, I see,” smiled Bessie. “On the coals-of-fire +principle. Well, I shouldn’t wonder but it would work admirably. +Perhaps they’ll be so ashamed they’ll do better.”<br> +<br> +“Perhaps - if the coals do not burn too deep,” said Thaddeus, +with a significant smile.<br> +<br> +Christmas Eve arrived, and little Thad’s tree was dressed, the +gifts were arranged beneath it, and all seemed in readiness for the +dawning of the festal day, when Bessie, taking a mental inventory of +the packages and discovering nothing among them for the servants save +her own usual contribution of a dress and a pair of gloves for each, +turned and said to Thaddeus:<br> +<br> +“Where are the hot coals?”<br> +<br> +“The what?” asked Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“The coals of fire for the girls and John.”<br> +<br> +“Oh!” Thaddeus replied, “I have ‘em in the library. +I don’t think they’ll go well with the tree.”<br> +<br> +“What are they?” queried Bess, with a natural show of curiosity. +“Checks?”<br> +<br> +“Yes, partly,” said Thaddeus. “Mary is to have +a check for $16, Bridget one for $18, and John one for $40.”<br> +<br> +“Why, Thaddeus, that’s extravagant. Now, my dear, +there’s no use of your doing anything of that - ”<br> +<br> +“Wait and see,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“But, Teddy!” Bessie remonstrated. “Those are +the amounts of their wages. You will spoil them, and if I - ”<br> +<br> +“As I said before, wait, Bess, wait!” said Thaddeus, calmly. +“You’ll understand the whole scheme to-morrow, after breakfast.”<br> +<br> +And she did, and when she did she almost wished for a moment that she +didn’t, for after breakfast Thaddeus summoned the three offenders +into his presence, and the effect was not altogether free from painful +features to the forgiving Bess.<br> +<br> +“Bridget,” Thaddeus said, “do you remember what Mrs. +Perkins gave you last Christmas?”<br> +<br> +“I do not!” replied Bridget, rather uncompromisingly; for +it was a matter of history that she thought Mrs. Perkins on the last +Christmas festival had shown signs of parsimony in giving her a calico +gown instead of one of silk.<br> +<br> +“Well, you won’t forget next year what you got this,” +said Thaddeus, dryly. “Here is an envelope containing $18, +the amount of your wages until January 1st. Mary, what did you +get last Christmas?”<br> +<br> +“A box of candy, sir.”<br> +<br> +“Nothing else?”<br> +<br> +“I believe there was a dress of some kind. I gave it to +my cousin.”<br> +<br> +“Good. I am glad you were so generous. Here is an +envelope for you. It has $16 in it, your wages up to January 1st.”<br> +<br> +Bessie stood in the doorway, a mute witness to what seemed to her an +incomprehensible scene.<br> +<br> +“John, what did you get?”<br> +<br> +“Five dollars an’ a day off.”<br> +<br> +“And a two-dollar bill for Dennis, eh?”<br> +<br> +“Dennis got that.”<br> +<br> +“True. Well, John, here’s $40 for you - that pays +you until January 1st. Now, it strikes me that, considering the +behavior of you three people, I am very generous to pay you your wages +a week in advance, but I am not going to stop there. I have studied +you all very carefully, and I’ve tried to discover what it is +you are fondest of. Cook and Mary do not seem to care much for +dresses, though I believe there are dresses and gloves under the tree +for them, which fact they will doubtless forget by next Christmas Day. +The five dollars and a day off John seems to remember, though from his +manner of recalling it I do not think his remembrance is a very pleasing +one. Now I’ve found out what it is you all like the best, +and I’m going to give it to you.”<br> +<br> +Here the trio endeavored to appear gracious, though they were manifestly +uneasy and a bit dissatisfied with what John would have called “the +luks of t’ings.”<br> +<br> +“Cook, from the 1st of January, may go to her relatives, and stay +until they’re every one of them restored to health, if it takes +forty years. Mary may consider herself presented with sixty years’ +vacation without pay; and for you, John, I have written this letter +of recommendation to the proprietors of a large undertaking establishment +in New York, who will, I trust, engage you as a chief mourner, or perhaps +hearse-driver, for the balance of your days. At any rate, you, +too, after January 1st, may consider yourself free to go to any funeral +or militia exercises, or anything else you may choose to honor with +your presence, at your own expense. You are all given leave of +absence without pay until further notice. I wish you a merry Christmas. +Good-morning.”<br> +<br> +There were no farewells in the house that day; and inasmuch as there +was no Christmas dinner either, Thaddeus and Bessie did not miss the +service of the waitress, who, when last seen, was walking airily off +towards the station, accompanied by the indignant John and a bundle-laden +cook. Next day their trunks went also.<br> +<br> +“It was rather a hard thing to do on Christmas Day, Thaddeus,” +said Bessie, a little later.<br> +<br> +“Oh no,” quibbled Thaddeus. “It was very easy +under the circumstances, and quite appropriate. This is the time +of peace on earth and good-will to men. The only way for us to +have peace on earth was to get rid of those two women; and as for John, +he has my good-will, now that he is no longer in my employ.”<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +A STRANGE BANQUET<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +“Thaddeus,” said Bessie to her husband as they sat at breakfast +one morning, shortly after the royal banquet over which “Grimmins” +had presided, “did you hear anything strange in the house last +night? Something like a footstep in the hall?”<br> +<br> +“No,” said Thaddeus. “I slept like a top last +night. I didn’t hear anything. Did you?”<br> +<br> +“I thought so,” said Bessie. “About two o’clock +I waked up with a start, and while it may have been a sort of waking +dream, I was almost certain I heard a rustling sound out in the hall, +and immediately after a creaking on the stairs, as though there was +somebody there.”<br> +<br> +“Well, why on earth didn’t you wake me, Bess?” returned +Thaddeus. “I could easily have decided the matter by getting +up and investigating.”<br> +<br> +“That was why I didn’t wake you, Teddy. I’d +a great deal rather lose the silver or anything else in the house a +burglar might want than have you hit on the head with a sand-club,” +said Bessie. “You men are too brave.”<br> +<br> +“Thank you,” said Thaddeus, with a smile, as he thought +of a certain discussion he had had not long before at the club, in which +he and several other brave men had reached the unanimous conclusion +that the best thing to do at dead of night, with burglars in the house, +was to crawl down under the bedclothes and snore as loudly as possible. +“Nevertheless, my dear, you should have told me.”<br> +<br> +“I will next time,” said Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Was anything in the house disturbed?” Thaddeus asked.<br> +<br> +“No,” said Bessie. “Not a thing, as far as I +can find out. Mary says that everything was all right when she +came down, and the cook apparently found things straight, because she +hasn’t said anything.”<br> +<br> +So Thaddeus and Bessie made up their minds that the latter had been +dreaming, and that nothing was wrong. Two or three days later, +however, they changed their minds on the subject. There was something +decidedly wrong, but what it was they could not discover. They +were both awakened by a rustling sound in the hallway, outside of their +room, and this time there was a creak on the stairs that was unmistakable.<br> +<br> +“Don’t move, Thaddeus,” said Bessie, in a terrified +whisper, as Thaddeus made a brave effort to get up and personally investigate. +“I wouldn’t have you hurt for all the world, and there isn’t +a thing down-stairs they can take that we can’t afford to lose.”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus felt very much as Bessie did, and it would have pleased him +much better to lie quietly where he was than run the risk of an encounter +with thieves. He had been brave enough in the company of men to +advocate cowardice in an emergency of just this sort, but now that this +same course was advocated by his wife, he saw it in a different light. +Prudence was possible, cowardice was not. He must get up, and +get up he did; but before going out of his room he secured his revolver, +which had lain untouched and unloaded in his bureau-drawer for two years, +and then advanced cautiously to the head of the stairs and listened +- Bessie meanwhile having buried her face in her pillow as a possible +means of assuaging her fears. It is singular what a soothing effect +a soft feather pillow sometimes has upon the agitated nerves if the +nose of the agitated person is thrust far enough into its yielding surface.<br> +<br> +“Who is there?” cried Thaddeus, standing at the head of +the stairs, his knees all of a shake, but whether from fear or from +cold, as an admirer of Thaddeus I prefer not to state.<br> +<br> +Apparently the stage-whisper in which this challenge to a possible burglar +was uttered rendered it unavailing, for there was no reply; but that +there was some one below who could reply Thaddeus was now convinced, +for there were sounds in the library - sounds, however, suggestive of +undue attention to domestic duties rather than of that which fate has +mapped out for house-breakers. The library floor was apparently +being swept.<br> +<br> +“That’s the biggest idiot of a burglar I’ve ever heard +of,” said Thaddeus, returning to his room.<br> +<br> +“Wh-wha-what, d-dud-dear?” mumbled Mrs. Perkins, burying +her ear in the pillow for comfort now that she was compelled to take +her nose away so that she might talk intelligibly.<br> +<br> +“I say that burglar must be an idiot,” repeated Thaddeus. +“What do you suppose he is doing now?”<br> +<br> +“Wh-wha-what, d-dud-dear?” asked Bessie, apparently unable +to think of any formula other than this in speaking, since this was +the second time she had used it.<br> +<br> +“He is sweeping the library.”<br> +<br> +“Then you must not go down,” cried Bessie, sitting up, and +losing her fear for a moment in her anxiety for her husband’s +safety. “A burglar you might manage, but a maniac - ”<br> +<br> +“I must go, Bess,” said Thaddeus, firmly.<br> +<br> +“Then I’m going with you,” said Mrs. Perkins, with +equal firmness.<br> +<br> +“Now, Bess, don’t be foolish,” returned Thaddeus, +his face assuming a graver expression than his wife had ever seen there. +“This is my work, and it is none of yours. I positively +forbid you to stir out of this room. I shall be very careful, +and you need have no concern for me. I shall go down the backstairs +and around by the porch, and peep in through the library window first. +The moonlight will be sufficient to enable me to see all that is necessary.”<br> +<br> +“Very well,” acquiesced Bessie, “only do be careful.”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus donned his long bath-robe, put on his slippers, and started +to descend. The stairs were so dark that he could with difficulty +proceed - and perhaps it was just as well for Thaddeus that they were. +If there had been light enough for him to see two great glaring eyes +that stared at him through that darkness out from the passageway at +the foot of the stairs, upon which he turned his back when he went out +upon the porch, it is not unlikely that a very serious climax to his +strange experience would have been reached then and there. As +it was, he saw nothing, but kept straight ahead, stepped noiselessly +out upon the piazza, crept stealthily along in the soft light of the +moon, until he reached the library window. There he stopped and +listened. All was still within - so still that the beating of +his heart seemed like the hammering of a sledge upon an anvil by contrast. +Then, raising himself cautiously upon his toes, he peered through the +window into the room, the greater part of which was made visible by +the wealth of the moon’s light streaming into it.<br> +<br> +“Humph!” said Thaddeus, after he had directed his searching +gaze into every corner. “There isn’t anybody there +at all. Most incomprehensible thing I ever heard of.”<br> +<br> +Rising, he walked back to the piazza door, and went thence boldly into +the library and lit the gas. His piazza observations were then +verified, for the room was devoid of life, save for Thaddeus’s +own presence; but upon the floor before the hearth was a broom, and +there were evidences also that the sweeping sounds he had heard had +been caused by no less an instrument than this, for in the corner of +the fireplace was a heap of dust, cigar ashes, and scraps of paper, +which Thaddeus remembered had been upon the hearth in greater or less +quantity when he had turned out the gas to retire a few hours before.<br> +<br> +“This is a serious matter,” he said to himself. “Something +is wrong, and I doubt if there have been burglars in the house; but +I can ascertain that without trouble. If the doors and windows +are all secure the trouble is internal.”<br> +<br> +Every accessible door and window on the basement and first floor was +examined, and, with the exception of the piazza door, which Thaddeus +remembered to have unlocked himself a few minutes before, every lock +was fastened. The disturbance had come from within.<br> +<br> +“And Bess must never know it,” said he; “it would +worry her to death.” And then came a thought to Thaddeus’s +mind that almost stopped the beating of his heart. “Unless +she has discovered it in my absence,” he gasped. In an instant +he was mounting the stairs to hasten to Bessie’s side, as though +some terrible thing were pursuing him.<br> +<br> +“Well, what was it, Ted?” she asked, as he entered the room.<br> +<br> +Perkins gave a sigh of relief. All was safe enough above-stairs +at least.<br> +<br> +“Nothing much,” said Thaddeus, in a moment. “There +is no one below.”<br> +<br> +“But what could it have been?”<br> +<br> +“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said Thaddeus, “unless +it was a stray cat in the house. The sweeping sound may have been +caused by a cat scratching its collar - or purring - or - or - something. +At any rate, things appear to be all right, my dear, so let’s +go to sleep.”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus’s assumed confidence in the rightness of everything, +rather than his explanations, was convincing to Mrs. Perkins, and in +a very short while she was sleeping the sleep of the just and serene; +but to Thaddeus’s eye there came no more sleep that night, and +when morning came he rose unrefreshed. There were two problems +confronting him. The first was to solve the mystery of the swept +library floor; the second was to do this without arousing his wife’s +suspicions that anything was wrong. To do the first he deemed +it necessary to remain at home that day, which was easy, for Thaddeus +was more or less independent of office-work.<br> +<br> +“I’m glad you’re not going down,” said Mrs. +Perkins, when he announced his intention of remaining at home. +“You will be able to make up for your loss of sleep last night.”<br> +<br> +“Yes,” said Thaddeus. “It’s the only thing +I can do, I’m so played out.”<br> +<br> +Breakfast passed off pleasantly in spite of a great drawback - the steak +was burned almost to a crisp, and the fried potatoes were like chips +of wood.<br> +<br> +“Margaret seems to be unfamiliar with the art of cooking this +morning,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“So it would seem,” said Bessie. “This steak +is horrible.”<br> +<br> +“The worst part of it is,” said Thaddeus, “she has +erred on the wrong side. If the steak were underdone it wouldn’t +be so bad. Isn’t it a pity Edison can’t invent a machine +to rarefy an overdone steak?”<br> +<br> +“That would be a fine idea,” smiled Bessie. “And +to take a Saratoga chip and make it less like a chip off a granite block.”<br> +<br> +“I don’t mind the potatoes so much,” said Thaddeus. +“I can break them up in a bowl of milk and secure a gastronomic +novelty that, suitably seasoned, isn’t at all bad, but the steak +is hopeless.”<br> +<br> +“Maybe she heard that cat last night, and thought it was a burglar, +just as we did,” Bessie suggested. “I can’t +account for a breakfast like this in any other way, can you?”<br> +<br> +“No,” said Thaddeus, shortly, and then he had an idea; and +when Thaddeus had an idea he was apt to become extremely reticent.<br> +<br> +“Poor Thad!” thought Bessie, as she noted his sudden change +of demeanor. “He can’t stand loss of sleep.”<br> +<br> +The morning was spent by Thaddeus in the “noble pastime of snooping,” +as he called it. The house was searched by him in a casual sort +of way from top to bottom for a clew to the mystery, but without avail. +Several times he went below to the cellar, ostensibly to inspect his +coal supply, really to observe the demeanor of Margaret, the cook. +Barring an unusual pallor upon her cheek, she appeared to be as she +always had been; but with the waitress it was different. Mary +was evidently excited over something, but over what Thaddeus could not, +of course, determine at that time. Later in the day, however, +the cause of her perturbation came out, and Thaddeus’s effort +to keep Bessie from anxiety over the occurrence of the night before +was rendered unavailing. It was at luncheon. The table was +set in a most peculiar fashion. The only china upon it was from +an old set which had been discarded a year previous to the time of this +story, and Bessie naturally wanted to know why, and the waitress broke +down.<br> +<br> +“It’s - it’s all we have, ma’am,” said +she, her eyes filling with tears.<br> +<br> +“All we have?” echoed Mrs. Perkins in surprise. “Why, +what do you mean? Where is the other set?”<br> +<br> +“I don’t know,” protested the waitress.<br> +<br> +“You don’t know?” said Thaddeus, taking the matter +in hand. “Why don’t you know? Isn’t the +china a part of your care?”<br> +<br> +“Yes, sir,” replied the maid, “but - it’s gone, +sir, and I don’t know where.”<br> +<br> +“When did you miss it?” asked Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“Not until I came to set the table for lunch.”<br> +<br> +“Was it in its proper place at breakfast-time?”<br> +<br> +“I didn’t notice, sir. The breakfast dishes were all +there, but I don’t remember seeing the other plates. I didn’t +think to look.”<br> +<br> +“Then it wasn’t a cat,” said Bessie, sinking back +into her chair; “we have been robbed.”<br> +<br> +“Well, it’s the first time on record, I guess, that thieves +have ever robbed a man of his china,” said Thaddeus, calmly. +“Have you looked for the plates?” he added, addressing the +waitress.<br> +<br> +“No, sir,” she replied, simply. “Where could +I look?”<br> +<br> +“That’s so - where?” said Bessie. “There +isn’t much use looking for dishes when they disappear like that. +They aren’t like whisk-brooms or button-hooks to be mislaid easily. +We have been robbed; that’s all there is about that.”<br> +<br> +“Oh, well,” said Thaddeus, “let’s eat lunch, +and see about it afterwards.”<br> +<br> +This was quite easy to say, but to eat under the circumstances was too +much for either of the young householders. The luncheon left the +table practically untouched; and when it was over Thaddeus called his +man into the house, wrote a note to the police-station, asking for an +officer in citizen’s clothes at once, and despatched it by him, +with the injunction to let very little grass grow under his feet on +the way down to headquarters. He then summoned the waitress into +the library.<br> +<br> +“Have you said anything to Margaret about the china?” he +asked.<br> +<br> +“Yes, sir,” she replied.<br> +<br> +“What did you say?”<br> +<br> +“I told her as how wasn’t it funny the way it had went, +sir.”<br> +<br> +“And what did she say?”<br> +<br> +“Nothing, sir. Only she seemed to think it was funny, because +she laughed.”<br> +<br> +“And what did you say then?”<br> +<br> +“Nothing, Mr. Perkins. Margaret and me have very little +conversation, because she don’t fancy me, and prefers talkin’ +to herself like.”<br> +<br> +“H’m!” said Thaddeus. “Talks to herself, +does she?”<br> +<br> +“All the time, sir,” returned the waitress, “and she +seems very fond of it, sir. She laughs, and says things, and then +laughs again. She does it by the hour.”<br> +<br> +“How long has this been going on?”<br> +<br> +“About a week, sir. I noticed it first last time I had my +day out. I didn’t get in until nearly eleven o’clock, +and I found her sitting at the table havin’ supper and talkin’ +and laughin’ like as though there was folks around.”<br> +<br> +“She was entirely alone, was she?” asked Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“Yes, sir.”<br> +<br> +“What did you do when you came in?”<br> +<br> +“I said ‘Hello’ to her and sat down opposite to her +at the table, where there was a place set, and I told her I was glad +she had something to eat and a place set for me, because I hadn’t +had any supper and I was hungry, sir.”<br> +<br> +“Did she make any reply?”<br> +<br> +“No, sir. She looked at me kind of indignant, and turned +out the gas and went up to bed, leaving me in the dark.”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus’s brow grew thoughtful again. It wrinkled into +a half-dozen lines as he asked:<br> +<br> +“Why didn’t you speak of this before?”<br> +<br> +“It ain’t for me to be telling tales, Mr. Perkins,” +she said. “All cooks as I’ve lived with is queer like, +and I didn’t think any more about it.”<br> +<br> +“All right,” said Thaddeus. “You may go. +Only, Mary, don’t speak of the plates again to Margaret. +Say as little to her as you can, in fact, about anything. If you +notice anything queer, report to me at once.”<br> +<br> +The waitress left the room, and Thaddeus turned to his desk. It +was plain from his appearance that light was beginning to be let in +on places that up to this point had been more or less dark to him, although, +as a matter of fact, he could not in any way account for the mystery +of the vanished plates any more than he could for the sweeping of the +library in the still hours of the night. He had an idea as to +who the culprit was, and what that idea was is plain enough to us, but +the question of motive was the great puzzle to him now.<br> +<br> +“If she did take them, why should she?” was the problem +he was trying to solve; and then, as if his trials were not already +great enough for one day, Bessie broke excitedly into the room.<br> +<br> +“Thaddeus!” she cried, “there’s something wrong +in this house; my best table-cloth is missing, our dessert-spoons are +gone, and what do you suppose has happened?”<br> +<br> +“I don’t know - a volcano has developed in the cellar, I +suppose,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +“No,” said Bessie, “it isn’t as bad as that; +but the ice-cream man has telephoned up to know whether we want the +cream for dinner or for eleven o’clock, according to the order +as he understands it.”<br> +<br> +“Well,” said Thaddeus, “I don’t see anything +very unusual in an ice-cream man’s needing to be told three or +four times what is expected of him.”<br> +<br> +“But I never ordered any cream at all,” said Bessie.<br> +<br> +“Ah,” said Thaddeus, “that’s different. +Did you tell Partinelli so?”<br> +<br> +“I did, and he said he was sure he wasn’t mistaken, because +he had taken the order himself.”<br> +<br> +“From you?”<br> +<br> +“No, from Margaret.”<br> +<br> +“Then it’s all right,” said Thaddeus; “it’s a +clew that fits very nicely into my theory of our recent household disturbances. +If you will wait, I think things will begin to develop very shortly, +and then we shall be able to dismiss this indictment against the cat +we thought we heard last night.”<br> +<br> +“Do you think Margaret is dishonest?”<br> +<br> +“I don’t know,” said Thaddeus. “I shouldn’t +be surprised if she had friends with taking ways; in other words, my +dear, I suspect that Margaret is in league with people outside of this +house who profit by her mistaken notions as to how to be generous; but +I can’t prove it yet.”<br> +<br> +“But what are you going to do?”<br> +<br> +“Set a watch. I have sent for a detective,” said Thaddeus.<br> +<br> +This was too much for Bessie. She was simply overcome, and she +sat squarely down upon the arm-chair, which fortunately was immediately +behind her. I think that if it had not been, she would have plumped +down upon the floor.<br> +<br> +“Detective!” she gasped.<br> +<br> +“Exactly,” said Thaddeus, “and here he comes,” +he added, as a carriage was driven up to the door and one of the citizen +police descended therefrom.<br> +<br> +“You would better leave us to talk over this matter together,” +said Thaddeus, as he hastened to the door. “We shall be +able to manage it entirely, and the details might make you nervous.”<br> +<br> +“I couldn’t be more nervous than I am,” said Bessie; +“but I’ll leave you just the same.”<br> +<br> +Whereupon she went to her room, and Thaddeus, for an hour, was closeted +with the detective, to which he detailed the whole story.<br> +<br> +“It’s one of the two,” said the latter, when Thaddeus +had finished, “and I agree with you it is more likely to be the +cook than the waitress. If it was the waitress, she couldn’t +have stood your examination as well as you say she did. Perhaps +I’d better see her, though, and talk to her myself.”<br> +<br> +“No, I shouldn’t,” said Thaddeus “we’ll +pass you off as a business acquaintance of mine up from town, and you +can stay all night and watch developments.”<br> +<br> +So it was arranged. The detective was introduced into the family +as a correspondent of Thaddeus’s firm, and he settled down to +watch the household. Afternoon and evening went by without developments, +and at about eleven o’clock every light in the house was extinguished, +and the whole family, from the head of the house to the cook, had apparently +retired.<br> +<br> +At half-past eleven, however, there were decided signs of life within +the walls of Thaddeus’s home. The clew was working satisfactorily, +and the complete revelation of the mystery was close at hand.<br> +<br> +The remainder of the narrative can best be told in the words of the +detective:<br> +<br> +“When Mr. Perkins sent for me,” he said, “and told +me all that had happened, I made up my mind that he had a servant in +his house for whom the police had been on the lookout for some time. +I thought she was a certain Helen Malony, alias Bridget O’Shaughnessy, +alias many other names, who was nothing more nor less than the agent +of a clever band of thieves who had lifted thousands of dollars of swag +in the line of household silver, valuable books, diamonds, and other +things from private houses, where she had been employed in various capacities. +I could not understand why she should have made ‘way with the +dishes and Mrs. Perkins’s table-cloth, but there’s no accounting +for tastes of people in that line of business, so I didn’t bother +much trying to reason that matter out.<br> +<br> +“After we’d had dinner and spent the evening in Mr. Perkins’s +library, the family went to bed, and I pretended to do the same. +Instead of really going to bed, I waited my chance and slipped down +the stairs into the dining-room, and got under the table. At eleven +o’clock the maidservants went up to their rooms, and at quarter-past +there wasn’t a light burning in the house. I sat there in +the dining-room waiting, and just as the clock struck half-past eleven +I heard a noise out on the stairs, and in less than half a minute a +sulphur match was struck almost over my head under the table, and there +stood the cook, her face livid as that of a dead person, and in her +hand she held a candle, which she lit with the match. From where +I was I could see everything she did, which was not much. She +simply gathered up all the table fixings she could, and started down-stairs +into the kitchen with ‘em. Then I went up to Mr. Perkins’s +room and called him. He put on his clothes and got out his revolver, +when we stole down-stairs together, leaving Mrs. Perkins up-stairs, +with her boy’s nurse and the waitress to keep her company.<br> +<br> +“In a second we were in the laundry, which was as dark as the +ace of spades, except where the light from four gas-jets in the kitchen +streamed in through the half-open door. Mr. Perkins was for pouncing +in on the cook at once, but I was after the rest of the gang as much +as I was for the cook, and I persuaded him to wait; and, by thunder, +we were paid for waiting. It was the queerest case I ever had.<br> +<br> +“That woman - looking for all the world like a creature from some +other part of the universe than this earth, her eyes burning like two +huge coals, her checks as yellow and clear as so much wax, and her lips +blue-white, with a great flaming red tongue sort of laid between them +- worked like a slave cleaning the floor, polishing the range, and scrubbing +the table. Then she dusted all the chairs, and, producing the +missing table-cloth, she laid it snow-white upon the table. In +two minutes more the lost china was brought to light out of the flour-barrel, +polished off, and set upon the table - enough for twenty people. +The dining-room things I had seen her take she arranged as tastefully +as any one could want, and then the finest lay-out in the way of salads, +cakes, fruits, and other good things I ever saw was brought in from +the cellar. To do all this took a marvellously short time. +It was five minutes of midnight went she got through, and then she devoted +three minutes to looking after herself. She whisked out a small +hand-glass and touched up her hair a bit. Then she washed her +hands and pinned some roses on her dress, smiled a smile I can never +forget in my life, and opened the kitchen door and went out.<br> +<br> +“‘She’s going to give a supper!’ whispered Mr. +Perkins.<br> +<br> +“‘It looks like it,’ said I. ‘And a mighty +fine one at that.’<br> +<br> +“In a minute she came back with a pail, in which were four bottles +of champagne, in her hand. This she took into the cellar, returning +to the kitchen as the clock struck twelve.<br> +<br> +“Then the queerest part began,” said the detective. +“For ten minutes by the clock people were apparently arriving, +though, as far as Mr. Perkins or I could see, there wasn’t a soul +in the kitchen besides Margaret. She was talking away like one +possessed. Every once in a while she’d stop in the middle +of a sentence and rush to the door and shake hands with some, to us +invisible, arrival. Then she’d walk in with them chatting +and laughing. Several times she went through the motion of taking +people’s hats, and finally, if we could judge from her actions, +she had ‘em all seated at the table. She passed salads all +around, helping each guest herself. She sent them fruit and cakes, +and then she brought out the wine, which she distributed in the same +fashion. She also apologized because some ice-cream she had ordered +hadn’t come.<br> +<br> +“When the invisible guests appeared to have had all they could +eat, she began the chatty part again, and never seemed to be disturbed +but once, when she requested some one not to sing so loud for fear of +disturbing the family.<br> +<br> +“Altogether it was the weirdest and rummest thing I’d ever +seen in my life. We watched it for one full hour, and then we +quit because she did. At one o’clock she apparently bade +her guests good-night, after which she gathered up and put away all +the eatables there were left - and, of course, everything but what she +had eaten herself still remained - cleaned all the dishes, restored +them to their proper places in the dining-room pantry, and went back +up-stairs to her room.<br> +<br> +“Mr. Perkins and I didn’t know what to make of it. +There wasn’t a thing stolen, and it was clear to my mind that +I’d done the woman an injustice in connecting her with thieves. +She was honest, except in so far as she had ordered all those salads +and creams and things from time to time on Mr. Perkins’s account, +which was easy enough for her to do, since Mrs. Perkins let her do the +ordering. There was only one explanation of the matter. +She was crazy, and I said so.<br> +<br> +“‘I fancy you are right,’ said Mr. Perkins. +‘We’ll have to send her to an asylum!’<br> +<br> +“‘That’s the thing,’ said I, ‘and we’d +better do it the first thing in the morning. I wouldn’t +tackle her to-night, because she’s probably excited, and like +as not would make a great deal of trouble.’<br> +<br> +“And that,” said the detective, “was where Mr. Perkins +and I made our mistake. Next morning she wasn’t to be found, +and to this day I haven’t heard a word of her. She disappeared +just like that,” he said, snapping his fingers. “Of +course, I don’t mean to say that anything supernatural occurred. +She simply must have slipped down and out while we were asleep. +The front door was wide open in the morning, and a woman answering to +her description was seen to leave the Park station, five miles from +the Perkins house, on the six-thirty train that morning.”<br> +<br> +“And you have no idea where she is now?” I asked of the +detective, when he had finished.<br> +<br> +“No,” he answered, “not the slightest. For all +I know she may be cooking for you at this very minute.”<br> +<br> +With which comforting remark he left me.<br> +<br> +For my part, I hope the detective was wrong. If I thought there +was a possibility of Margaret’s ever being queen of my culinary +department, I should either give up house-keeping at once and join some +simple community where every man is his own chef, or dine forevermore +on canned goods.<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +JANE<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +She was quite the reverse of beautiful - to some she was positively +unpleasant to look upon; but that made no difference to Mrs. Thaddeus +Perkins, who, after long experience with domestics, had come to judge +of the value of a servant by her performance rather than by her appearance. +The girl - if girl she were, for she might have been thirty or sixty, +so far as any one could judge from a merely superficial glance at her +face and figure - was neat of aspect, and, what was more, she had come +well recommended. She bore upon her face every evidence of respectability +and character, as well as one or two lines which might have indicated +years or toothache - it was difficult to decide which. On certain +days, when the weather was very warm and she had much to do, the impression +was that the lines meant years, and many of them, accentuated as they +were by her pallor, the whiteness of her face making the lines seem +almost black in their intensity. When she smiled, however, which +she rarely did - she was solemn enough to have been a butler - one was +impressed with the idea of hours of pain from a wicked tooth. +At any rate, she was engaged as waitress, and put in charge of the first +floor of the Perkins household.<br> +<br> +“I fancy we’ve at last got a real treasure,” said Mrs. Perkins. +“There’s no nonsense about Jane - I think.” +The last two words were added apologetically.<br> +<br> +“Where did you get her?” asked Thaddeus. “At +an Imbecility Office?”<br> +<br> +“I don’t quite know what you mean - an Imbecility Office?”<br> +<br> +“Only my pet, private, and particular name for it, my dear. +You would speak of it as an Intelligence Office, no doubt,” was +the reply. “My observation of the fruit of Intelligence +Offices has convinced me that they deal in Imbecility.”<br> +<br> +“Not quite,” laughed Mrs. Perkins. “They look +after Domestic Vacancies.”<br> +<br> +“Well, they do it with a vengeance,” said Perkins. +“We’ve had more vacancies in this house to do our cooking +and our laundering and our house-work generally than two able-bodied +men could shake sticks at. It seems to me that the domestic servant +of to-day is fonder of preoccupation than of occupation.”<br> +<br> +“Jane, I think, is different from the general run,” said +Mrs. Perkins. “As I said, she has no nonsense about her.”<br> +<br> +“Is she - an - an ornament to the scene - pretty, and all that?” +asked Perkins.<br> +<br> +“Quite the reverse,” replied the little house-keeper. +“She is as plain as a - as a - ”<br> +<br> +“Say hedge-fence and be done with it,” said Perkins. +“I’m glad of it. What’s the use of providing +a good dinner for your friends if they are going to spend all their +time looking at the waitress? When I give a dinner it makes me +tired to have the men afterwards speak of the waitress rather than of +the <i>purée </i>or the birds. If any domestic is to dominate +the repast at all it should be the cook.”<br> +<br> +“Service counts for a great deal, though, Ted,” suggested +Mrs. Perkins.<br> +<br> +“True,” replied Thaddeus; “but on the whole, when +I am starving, give me a <i>filet béarnaise </i>served by a sailor, +rather than an empty plate brought in in style by a butler of illustrious +lineage and impressive manner.” Then he added: “I +hope she isn’t too homely, Bess - not a ‘clock-stopper,’ +as the saying is. You don’t want people’s appetites +taken away when you’ve worked for hours on a menu calculated to +tickle the palates of your guests. Would her homeliness - ah - +efface itself, for instance, in the presence of a culinary creation, +or is it likely to overshadow everything with its ineffaceable completeness?”<br> +<br> +“I think she’ll do,” returned Mrs. Perkins; “especially +with your friends, who, it seems to me, would one and all insist upon +finishing a ‘creation,’ as you call it, even if lightning +should strike the house.”<br> +<br> +“From that point of view,” said he, “I’m confident +that Jane will do.”<br> +<br> +So Jane came, and for a year, strange to relate, was all that her references +claimed for her. She was neat, clean, and capable. She was +sober and industrious. The wine had never been better served; +the dinner had rarely come to the table so hot. Had she been a +butler of the first magnitude she could not so have discouraged the +idea of acquaintance; her attraction, if anything, was a combination +of her self-effacement and her ugliness. The latter might have +been noticed as she entered the dining-room; it was soon forgotten in +the unconsciously observed ease with which she went through her work.<br> +<br> +“She’s fine,” said Perkins, after a dinner of twelve +covers served by Jane with a pantry assistant. “I’ve +always had a sneaking notion that nothing short of a butler could satisfy +me, but now I think otherwise. Jane is perfection, and there is +nothing paralyzing about her, as there is about most of those reduced +swells who wait on tables nowadays.”<br> +<br> +In August the family departed for the mountains, and the house was left +in charge of Jane and the cook, and right faithfully did they fulfil +the requirements of their stewardship. The return in September +found the house cleaned from top to bottom. The hardwood floors +and stairs shone as they had rarely shone before, and as only an unlimited +application of what is vulgarly termed “elbow-grease” could +make them shine. The linen was immaculate. Ireland is not +freer from snakes than was the house of Perkins from cobwebs, and no +speck of dust except those on the travellers was visible. It was +evident that even in the absence of the family Jane was true to her +ideals, and the heart of Mrs. Perkins was glad. Furthermore, Jane +had acquired a full third set of teeth, which seemed to take some of +the lines from her face, and, as Perkins observed, added materially +to the general effect of the surroundings, although they were distressingly +new. But, alas! they marked the beginning of the end. Jane +ceased to wait upon the table with that solemnity which is essential +to the manner of a “treasure”; she smiled occasionally, +and where hitherto she had treated the conversation at the table with +stolid indifference, a witticism would invariably now bring the new +teeth unto view.<br> +<br> +“Alas!” cried Thaddeus, “our butleress has evoluted +backwards. She grins like an ordinary waitress.”<br> +<br> +It was too true. The possession of brilliantly white teeth seemed +to have brought with it a desire to show them, which was destructive +of that dignity with which Jane had previously been hedged about, and +substituted for it a less desirable atmosphere of possible familiarity, +which might grow upon very slight provocation into intimacy, not to +mention a nearer approach to social equality.<br> +<br> +“I don’t suppose we can blame her exactly,” said Perkins, +when discussing one or two of Jane’s lapses from her old-time +standard. “I haven’t a doubt that if I’d gone +for years without teeth, I’d become a regular Cheshire cat, with +a new, complete <i>édition de luxe </i>of celluloid molars. +Still, I wish she’d paid more attention to the dinner and less +to Mr. Barlow’s conversation last night. She stood a whole +minute, with the salad-bowl in her hand, waiting for him to reach the +point of his story about the plumber who put a gas-pipe through Shakespeare’s +tenor in Westminster Abbey, and when he finished, and she smiled, you’d +have thought a dozen gravestones to the deceased’s memory had +been conjured up before us.”<br> +<br> +“It’s a small fault, Thaddeus,” returned Mrs. Perkins, +“but I’ll speak to her about it.”<br> +<br> +“Oh, I wouldn’t,” said Perkins; “let it go; +she means well, and when we got her we didn’t suspect she’d +turn out such a jewel. She’s merely approaching her norm, +that is all. We ought to be thankful to have had such perfection +for one year. It’s too bad it couldn’t continue; but +what perfection does?”<br> +<br> +Nothing, therefore, was said, and Jane smiled on, yet waited most acceptably +and kept all things decently and in order - for a little while. +Along about Christmas-time a further decadence and additional flaw in +the jewel was discovered, and it was Perkins himself who discovered +it. It happened one day while he was at work alone in the house, +Mrs. Perkins having gone out shopping. A friend from Boston appeared +- a friend interested in bric-à-brac and china generally. +Thaddeus, to whom a luncheon in solitary grandeur was little short of +abomination, invited his Boston friend to stay and share pot-luck with +him, knowing, hypocrite that he was, that pot-luck did not mean pot-luck +at all, but a course luncheon which many men would have found all-sufficient +at dinner. The Boston friend accepted, and the luncheon was served +by Jane. In the course of the repast the visitor observed:<br> +<br> +“Pretty good china you have, Perkins.”<br> +<br> +“Yes,” returned Thaddeus, “pretty good. I’ve +always had a <i>penchant </i>for china. My mother-in-law thinks +I’m extravagant, and sometimes I think she is right. You +never saw my Capodimonte coffees, did you?”<br> +<br> +“No,” replied the Bostonian, “I never did. Where’d +you get ‘em?”<br> +<br> +“London,” replied Perkins, “last time I was over. +You must see them, by all means. Ah, Jane, hand Mr. Bunkerrill +one of the Capodimonte coffees.”<br> +<br> +“Wan o’ the what, sorr?” asked the treasure.<br> +<br> +Thaddeus blushed. To have his jewel go back on him at such a crisis +was excessively annoying. “One of those gold after-dinner +coffee-cups - one of the little ones, with the flowery raised figures,” +he said, sharply.<br> +<br> +“Oh!” said Jane, “wan o’ thim with somebody +else’s initial on the bottom?”<br> +<br> +“Yes,” said Thaddeus, fuming inwardly.<br> +<br> +“Quite a connoisseur, that woman,” laughed the visitor, +as Jane went after the dinner-cup. “She’s observed +the china mark. She know’s N doesn’t stand for Perkins.”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus laughed weakly. “She probably thinks we got them +second-hand,” he said.<br> +<br> +“Very likely you did,” retorted the Bostonian, and Jane +returned with the desired cup. “An admirable specimen,” +continued the connoisseur; and them, turning the cup bottom upwards +in search of the mark, he disclosed to his own and Thaddeus’s +astonished gaze no less an object than the remains of a mashed green +pea, a reminiscence of the last Perkins dinner, and conclusive evidence +that at times Jane was not as careful in the washing of her china as +she might have been.<br> +<br> +It would be futile and useless for me to attempt to describe the emotions +of Thaddeus. I fancy a large enough number of us having been through +similar experiences to comprehend the man’s mortification and +his inward wrath. It was too great to find suitable expression +at the moment. Nothing short of the absolute destruction of the +cup and the annihilation of Jane could have adequately expressed Perkins’s +true feelings. He was not by nature, however, a scene-maker - +it would have been better if he had been - so he said nothing, abiding +by his rule, which seemed to be that the man of the house would do better +to reprehend the short-comings of a delinquent servant by blowing up +his wife rather than by going direct to the core of the trouble and +reading the maid a lecture. A great many men adopt this same method. +I do. It is the easiest, though it is possibly prompted by that +cowardice which is latent with us all. I never in my life have +discharged more than one servant, and I not only did not do it gracefully, +but discharged the wrong one; since which time I have left all that +sort of work to others more competent than I. Perkins’s +method was precisely thus.<br> +<br> +“I’m not going to interfere,” was his invariable remark +in cases of the kind under discussion; which was unwise, for if he had +even scolded a servant as he did his wife for the servant’s fault +he might have secured better service sooner or later.<br> +<br> +Unfortunately, when Mrs. Perkins reached home that night she was so +very tired with her exertions in the shops that Thaddeus hadn’t +the heart to tell her what had happened, and when morning came the episode +was forgotten. When it did recur to his mind it so happened that +Mrs. Perkins was out of reach. The result was that a month had +passed before Mrs. Perkins cane into possession of the facts, and it +was then, of course, too late to mention it to Jane.<br> +<br> +“You should have given her a good talking to at the time,” +said Mrs. Perkins. “It’s awful! I don’t +know what has got into Jane. My best table-cloth has got a great +hole in it, and she is very careless with the silver. My fruit-knife +last night was not clean.”<br> +<br> +“I suppose <i>you </i>spoke to her about that?” said Perkins, +smiling.<br> +<br> +“Not exactly; I sent for another, and handed her the dirty one,” +returned Mrs. Perkins. “I guess she felt all that I could +have said.”<br> +<br> +And time went on, and Jane continued to decay. She pulled corks +from olive-bottles with the carving-fork prongs and bent them backwards. +She developed a habit of going out and leaving her work undone. +The powdered sugar was allowed to resolve itself into small, hard, pill-shaped +lumps of various sizes. Breakfast had a way of being served cold. +The coffee was at times merely tepid; in short, it seemed as if she +really ought to be discharged; but then there was invariably some reason +for postponing the fatal hour. Either her kindness to the children +or a week or two of the old-time efficiency, her unyielding civility, +her scrupulous honesty, her willing acquiescence in any new duty imposed, +an impression that she was suffering, any one or all of these reasons +kept her on in her place until she became so much a fixture in the household, +so much one of the family, that the idea of getting rid of her seemed +beyond the possibility of realization. That the axe should fall +her employers knew well, and many a resolve was taken that at the end +of the season she should go, yet neither Mrs. Perkins nor her husband +liked to tell her so. Her good points were still too potent, although +none could deny that all confidence in her efficiency was shattered +past repair. The situation finally reached a point where it inspired +reflections of a more or less humorous order.<br> +<br> +“I tell you what I think,” said Thaddeus one evening, after +a particularly flagrant breach on Jane’s part, involving a streak +of cranberry sauce across a supposititiously clean plate: “you +won’t discharge her, Bess, and I won’t; suppose we send +for Mr. Burke, and get him to do it.”<br> +<br> +Mr. Burke was the one reliable man in town. It didn’t make +much difference what the Perkinses wanted done, they generally sent +for Mr. Burke to do it, largely because when he attempted a commission +he saw it through. A carpenter and builder by trade, he had for +many years looked after the repairs needful to the Perkins’ dwelling; +he had come often between Thaddeus and unskilled labor; he had made +bookcases which were dreams of convenience and sufficiently pleasing +to the eye; he had “fixed up” Mrs. Perkins’s garden; +he had supplied the family with a new gardener when the old one had +taken on habits of drink, which destroyed not only himself but the cabbages; +he had kept an eye on the plumbers; he had put up, taken down, and repaired +awnings - in short, as Perkins said, he was a “Universal.” +Once, when a delicate piece of bric-à-brac had been broken and +the china-mender asserted that it could not be mended, Perkins had said, +“See if Burke can’t fix it,” and Burke had fixed it; +and as final tribute to this wonder, Perkins had said, in suffering:<br> +<br> +“My dear, I’m afraid I have appendicitis. Send for +Mr. Burke.”<br> +<br> +“Mr. Burke!” echoed his wife.<br> +<br> +“Yes, Mr. Burke,” moaned the sufferer. “If my +vermiform appendix is to be removed, I’d rather have Mr. Burke +do it with a chisel and saw than any surgeon I know; and I won’t +take ether either, because it is such a satisfaction to see him work.”<br> +<br> +So, when this happy pair of house-holders had reached what might be +described as the grand climateric of their patience, and it was finally +decided that Jane’s usefulness was a thing of the past, and utterly +beyond redemption, Thaddeus naturally suggested turning to his faithful +friend, Mr. Burke, to rid them of their woes, and, indeed, but for Jane’s +own intervention, I fear that course would have proved the sole alternative +to her becoming an irremovable fixture in the household. But it +was Jane herself who solved the problem.<br> +<br> +It was two days after the cranberry episode that the solution came, +and it was in this wise:<br> +<br> +“Did ye send for me?” Jane asked, suddenly materializing +in Mrs. Perkins’s room.<br> +<br> +“No, Jane, I haven’t; why?”<br> +<br> +The girl began to shed tears.<br> +<br> +“Because - you’d ought to have, ma’am. I know +well enough that I ain’t satisfactory to you,” she returned, +her voice quivering, “and I can’t be, and I know you want +me to go - and I - I’ve come to give you notice.”<br> +<br> +Then Mrs. Perkins looked at Jane with sorrow on her countenance, for +she had acquired an affection for her which the maid’s delinquencies +had not been able to efface.<br> +<br> +“Can’t you try and do better?” she asked.<br> +<br> +“No, ma’am,” returned Jane. “Not with +the system - never. Mr. Perkins is too easy, and you do be so +soft-hearted it don’t keep a girl up to her work. When I +first come here, ma’am, not knowin’ ye well, I was afraid +to be anything but what was right, but the way you took accidents, and +a bit of a shortcomin’ once in a while, sort of took away my fear, +and I’ve been goin’ down hill ever since. Servant-girls +is only human, Mrs. Perkins.”<br> +<br> +Mrs. Perkins looked at Jane inquiringly.<br> +<br> +“We needs to be kept up to our work just as much as anybody else, +and when a lady like yourself is too easy, it gets a girl into bad habits, +and occasionally it does us good if the gentleman of the house will +swear at us, Mrs. Perkins, and sort of scare us, so it does. It +was that that was the making of me. The last place I was in, ma’am, +I was so afraid of both the missus and the gentleman that I didn’t +dare to be careless; and I didn’t dare be careless with you until +I found you all the time a-smilin’, whatever went wrong, and Mr. +Perkins never sayin’ a word, whether the dishes come to the table +clean or not.”<br> +<br> +“Well, Jane,” said Mrs. Perkins, somewhat carried away by +this course of reasoning, “you haven’t been what we hoped +- there is no denying that; but knowing that you were disappointing +us, why couldn’t you have made a special effort?”<br> +<br> +“Oh, Mrs. Perkins,” sobbed the poor woman, “you don’t +understand. We’re all disappointin’ to them we loves, +but - it’s them we fear - ”<br> +<br> +“Then why aren’t you afraid of us?”<br> +<br> +Jane laughed through her tears. The idea was preposterous.<br> +<br> +“Afraid of you and Mr. Perkins? Ah!” she said, sadly, +“if I only could be - but I can’t. Why, Mrs. Perkins, +if Mr. Perkins should come in here now and swear at me the way Mr. Barley +did when I worked there, I’d know he was only puttin’ it +on, and that inside he’d be laughin’ at me. No, ma’am, +it’s no use. I feel that I must go, or I’ll be forever +ruined. It was the cranberry showed me; a girl had ought to be +discharged for that. Dirty dinner plates isn’t excusable, +and yet neither of you said a word, and next week it’ll be the +same way - so I’m goin’. You won’t send me off, +so I’ve got to do it myself.”<br> +<br> +“Very well, Jane,” said Mrs. Perkins; “if that is +the way you feel about it we’ll have to part, I suppose. +I am sorry, but - ”<br> +<br> +The sentence was not finished, for Jane rushed weeping from the room, +and within a few days, her place having been filled, the house knew +her no more, except as an occasional visitor, ostensibly to see the +children. Later she got a place to her satisfaction, and one night +the Perkins were invited to dine with Jane’s new employers. +They went and found their old-time “butler” at the very +zenith of her powers. She served the dinner as she had never served +one in her palmiest days in the Perkins’s dining-room; and when +all was over, and when Mrs. Perkins went up-stairs to don her wrap to +return home, she found Jane above waiting to help her.<br> +<br> +“I am glad to see you so happy, Jane,” she said, as the +girl held her cloak.<br> +<br> +“Ah, ma’am, I’m not very happy.”<br> +<br> +“You ought to be, here. Your work to-night was perfect.”<br> +<br> +“Yes,” said Jane, “it had to be, for” - here +her voice fell to a whisper - “I don’t dare let it be different, +ma’am. Mrs. Harkins is a regular divvle, and the ould gentleman +- well, ma’am, he do swear finer ‘n any gentleman I ever +met. It’s just the place for me.”<br> +<br> +And Jane sighed as her old mistress left her.<br> +<br> +“Wasn’t she great, Bess?” said Thaddeus, on the way +home.<br> +<br> +“She was, indeed,” replied Mrs. Perkins, with a smile. +“It’s a pity I’m not a divvle.”<br> +<br> +Thaddeus laughed. “That’s so,” he said; “or +that I never learned to swear like a gentleman, eh?”<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +THE END<br> +<br> +<pre> +***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PASTE JEWELS*** + + +******* This file should be named 4930-h.htm or 4930-h.zip ******* + + +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: +http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/4/9/3/4930 + + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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