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´╗┐Title: Paste Jewels
Author: Bangs, John Kendrick, 1862-1922
Language: English
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1897 Harper and Brothers edition.



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.

J. K. B.


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.

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.

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.

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?"

To which Thaddeus, with his customary smile, replied "What, indeed!
We get along much better than I really thought we should with old

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.

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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 regime, so
they ought to happen here."

"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

"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

"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."

"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."

"Do you know, Teddy, I wonder that, having had Ellen for so many
years, your mother was willing to give her up."

"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."

"But a hotel isn't home," said Bessie.

"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."

Then Thaddeus kissed Bessie, and went down to business.

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.

"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."

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!'"

"Be serious, Thaddeus," said Bessie.

And Thaddeus became instantly serious.  "They--they haven't left us,
have they?" he whispered, in an awe-struck tone.

"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."

"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

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

"Bessie," said Thaddeus, one night as they ate their supper, "does
it occur to you that the roast is a little overdone to-night?"

"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."

"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."

"I'll speak to her in the morning," was Bessie's reply; and the dear
little woman was true to her purpose.

"She explained about the beef and the cold dinner, Ted," she said,
when Thaddeus came home that afternoon.

"Satisfactorily to all hands, I hope?" said Thaddeus, with his usual

"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."

"What has that got to do with it?" asked Thaddeus.

"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?"

"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?"

"She said she'd try," Bessie replied.  "She was really so very nice
about it, I hadn't the heart to scold her."

"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.

"Are you tired to-night, dear?" said Bessie, as the dessert was

"No.  Why?" said Thaddeus, shortly.

"Oh, nothing.  I thought you seemed a little so," Bessie answered.
"You mustn't work too hard down-town."

"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."

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."

"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."

"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

"In other words," said Thaddeus, "what we want to draw up is a sort
of Declaration of Independence."

"That's it, exactly," Bessie replied.

"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."

"I hate you when you are sarcastic," said Bessie, with a pout, and
then she ran for her pad and pencil.

The evening was passed as she had suggested, and when they retired
that night the house of Perkins was provided with a constitution and

"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.

"Why not?" asked Bessie.  "What strange transformation is there to

"The discipline will be so strict," answered Thaddeus.  "I presume
you will put those rules of ours into operation right away?"

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"There never was an Eden without its serpent," sighed Thaddeus.  "I
don't exactly like the idea of fitting our rules to their

"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."

"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

"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."

"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!"

"What are the consequences?" asked Bessie.

"Mother and father have been driven into a hotel, and the children
have all been married."

"That's awful," laughed Bessie.

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.

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

"I hope you were not delayed seriously this morning, Mr. Liscomb,"
said Bessie, after dinner.

"Oh no, not at all!" returned Liscomb, polite enough to tell an
untruth, although its opposite was also a part of his system.

"Ellen must be more prompt with breakfast," said Thaddeus.  "Seven,
sharp, is the hour.  Did you speak to her about it?"

"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."

"Was it her day out?"

"No; but her sister is sick, and she was sent for.  It was all
right.  She left word where she was going with Jane."

"That was very considerate of her," said Liscomb, politely.

"Yes," said Bessie.  "Ellen's a splendid woman."

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:

"Bessie, I think you'd better tell Ellen about having breakfast
promptly in the morning to-night, before we go to bed."

"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."

"Why didn't you send up word to her by Jane?"

"Oh, she MUST be asleep by this time!"

"Oh!" said Thaddeus.

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.

Bessie was relieved, and Thaddeus was mad.

"We MUST have those rules," he said.

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.

"Has Ellen said anything about the rules, my dear?" asked Thaddeus,
a week or two later.

"Not a word," returned Bessie.

"Has she 'looked' anything?"

"Volumes," Bessie answered.

"Does she take exception to any of them?"

"No," said Bessie, "and I've discovered why, too.  She hasn't read

Thaddeus was silent for a minute.  Then he said, quite firmly for
him, "She must read them."

"MUST is a strong word, Teddy," Bessie replied, "particularly since
Ellen can't read."

"Then you ought to read them to her."

"That's what I think," Bessie answered, amiably.  "I'm going to do
it very soon--day after to-morrow, I guess."

"What has Jane said?" asked Thaddeus, biting his lip.

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.

"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."

"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."

Bessie's eyes took on their watery aspect again.

"Do the fenders look so very badly, Ted?" she asked.

"They're atrocious," said Thaddeus.

"I'm sorry, dear; but I did my best.  I polished them myself this
afternoon; Jane had to go to a funeral."

"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

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.

At this even the too amiable Bessie was angry--very angry--unjustly,
as it turned out afterwards.

"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

"They're a thoughtful lot," said Thaddeus.

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.

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.

"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.

"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.

"She's a little dictatorial," whispered Thaddeus to his newspaper,
when the monarch of all she surveyed gave him HIS 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

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.

"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."

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.

"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."

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.

Then on a sudden the boy fell ill.  The doctor came--shook his head

"You must take him to the sea-shore," he said.  "It is his only

And to the sea-shore they went, leaving the house in charge of the

"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."

"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

"Yes," said Thaddeus.  "I hope they won't entertain too much,

"Ellen and Jane are too old for that sort of thing," Bessie

"How about Norah?"

"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

"Good!" said Thaddeus, with a pleased smile.  "It isn't a bad idea
to save, particularly when you are staying at the sea-shore."

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.

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.

That afternoon, when he had returned to the seaboard, Bessie asked
him, "How was the house?"

"Beautiful," said Thaddeus, quite truthfully; for it was.

"Did Ellen say anything about the hamper?"

"Not a word."

"Did you speak to her about it?"


"Oh, Teddy!  How could you forget it?"

To the lasting honor of Thaddeus be it said that he bore up under
this unflinchingly.

"Did you have a good breakfast, Ted?" Bessie asked, returning to the
subject later.

"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."

"Dear me!" smiled Bessie; she was so glad her Teddy had been so well
treated.  "All that?  Ellen must have laid herself out."

"Yes," said Thaddeus; "I think she did."

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.

"I thought this was your vacation," remonstrated Bessie.

"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."

"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."

"Don't be cross with my partner," said Thaddeus; "especially my
partner in this matter."

"Have you different partners for different matters?" queried Bessie.

"Never mind about that, my dear; you'll know all about it in time,
so don't worry."

"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."

"Not this time; but you can go up next Wednesday if you wish,"
returned Thaddeus, with a slight show of embarrassment.

And so it was settled, and Thaddeus went to town.  On Wednesday they
all left the sea-shore to return to Phillipseburg.

"Oh, how lovely it looks!" ejaculated Bessie, as she entered the
house, Norah having opened the door.  "But--er--where's Jane,

"Cookin' the dinner, mim."

"Why, Jane can't cook."

"If you please, mim, this is a new Jane."

Bessie's parasol fell to the floor.  "A wha-a-at?" she cried.

"A new Jane.  Misther Perkins has dispinsed with old Jane and Ellen,

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!

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.

"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?"

Teddy blushed.  "I didn't," he answered, meekly; "I wrote it."

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."

"Why do you think so?" Bessie asked him, when he first expressed
that fear.

"Oh, she has the symptoms," returned Thaddeus.  "She has taken three
nights off this week."


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.

"Just like a woman!" ejaculated Thaddeus, angrily.

"Yes," 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."

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.

"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."

"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

"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."

"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

"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--"

"Is Mr. Bradley a realist or a romancer?" asked Bessie.

"Why do you ask that?" replied Thaddeus.

"That jewel story sounds like an Arabian Nights tale," said Bessie.
"I don't believe that it is more than half true, and that half is

"Well, it IS 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."

Bessie laughed.  "She must be a regular Koh-i-noor," she said.  "I
suppose Mr. Bradley pays her a thousand dollars a month."

"No, he doesn't; he pays her twelve," said Thaddeus.

"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."

"You are jealous," said Thaddeus; and then he went out.

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."

"Why so?" asked Bradley.

"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."

"She doubts her existence, eh?" smiled Bradley.

"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."

"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."

"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?"

"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."

Thaddeus grinned, and said:  "Give her time, Bradley.  By-the-way,
at what hours is she on exhibition?  I'd like to see her."

"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?"

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'M GOING TO APPRAISE

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.

Somewhere in the neighborhood of eight o'clock the next morning
Bessie received a second telegram, which read as follows:


"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--"

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.

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.

"Why, Thaddeus!" cried Bessie, in alarm.  "What on earth is the
matter with you?  You look as if you had been in a riot."

"That's a pretty good guess, my dear," returned Thaddeus, with a
laugh, "but not quite the right one."

"But tell me, what have you been doing?  Where have you been?"

"At Bradley's, my love."

"You haven't been--been quarrelling with Mr. Bradley?"

"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.

"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--"

"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."

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."

"Did you try the basement door?" queried Bessie, with a smile, for
it pleased her to hear that the jewel was not quite flawless.

"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."

"How careless!" vouchsafed Bessie.

"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."

"Don't dally so much, Thaddeus," put in Bessie.  "I'm anxious to
hear what happened."

"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."

"'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.

"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.

"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.

"'Who's there?' she said, her voice all of a tremble.

"'It is I!' returned Bradley.  'Open the door.  What is the meaning
of all this?'

"'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.

"Finally the door was opened, and Mrs. Bradley buried her face on
her husband's shoulder and sobbed hysterically.

"'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?'

"'Mary!' gasped Mrs. Bradley."

"The jewel?" asked Bessie.

"The same," returned Thaddeus, with a smile.  "She was the jewel,
alas! now deprived of her former glorious setting.

"'What's the matter with Mary?' asked Bradley.

"'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.'"

"I should think she would have been overcome!  Such impudence!" said

"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

"Mercy! what a trial!" said Bessie. "And was she locked up in the
nursery all day?"

"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.

"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 melee.  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."

"Had she been at the cooking-sherry?" asked Bessie.

"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.  BRADLEY'S JEWEL WAS INSANE!"

"Insane!" echoed Bessie.

"Mad as a hatter," replied Thaddeus.

"Well, I declare!" said Bessie, thoughtfully.  "But, Thaddeus, do
you know I am not surprised."

"Why, my dear?" he asked.

"Because, Teddy, she was too perfect to be in her right mind."

And Thaddeus, after thinking it all over, was inclined to believe
that Bessie was in the right.

"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

"You are not going down to town to-day?" asked Bessie.

"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."


"Why not, my dear?"

"It would be too mean for anything."

"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."

"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."

And Thaddeus did so.  As yet he has received no reply.


"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?"

"All except the salmon," said Bessie, with a smile.

"Salmon?" echoed Thaddeus.  "Salmon?  I did not see any salmon."

"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

"Ellen couldn't have known you intended it for dinner," said

"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."

"Well!" ejaculated Thaddeus, "I call that a pretty cool proceeding.
Did you give her a talking to?"

"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."

"What's that for?" queried Thaddeus, his eyes open wide with
astonishment.  "You are not going shopping, are you?"

"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."

"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."

"You'd be more likely to stay up to it," said Bessie, "and then go
to bed after it."

"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?"

"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."

"Suppose we try giving a dinner with the oatmeal and biscuit courses
left out?" suggested Thaddeus, with a grin.

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

"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."

"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."

"Why this sudden access of confidence in Bradley?" queried Thaddeus.
"I thought you didn't like him?"

"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?"

"Yes, I remember," said Thaddeus; "but I fail to see the connection
between lemon pie and Bradley.  Bradley is not sour or crusty."

"You wouldn't have failed to see if you'd watched Mr. Bradley at
dinner," retorted Bessie.  "He ate two pieces of it."

"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.

"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."

Thaddeus laughed.  "Then he didn't like lemon pie?" he asked.

"No, he hated it," said Bessie, joining in the laugh.  "He added
that the original receipt for it came out of Pandora's box."

"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."

"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."

"You ought to have told him it wasn't necessary, Bess," said

"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."

"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?"

"How many does that make?  Eight besides ourselves?" asked Bessie,
counting upon her fingers.

"Yes--ten altogether," said Thaddeus.

"It can't be done, dear," said Bessie.  "We have only eight fruit

"Can't you and I go without fruit?" Thaddeus asked.

"Not very well," laughed Bessie.  "It would never do."

"They might think the fruit was poisoned if we did, eh?" suggested

"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?"

"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."

"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."

"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."

"That's Mary's night off," said Bessie.

"Then how about having it Friday?"

"That's Maggie's night off, and there won't be anybody to mind the

"Humph!" said Thaddeus.  "I wish there were a baby safe-deposit
company somewhere.  Can't your mother come over and look after him?"

"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."

"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."

"Very well," said Bessie.  "I will write the invitations to-morrow,
and, meanwhile, you and I can get up the menu."

"Oysters to begin with, of course," said Thaddeus.

"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."

"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 puree--celery puree, eh?"

"That will be very good if Ellen can be induced to keep it thick."

"Perhaps we'd better tell her we want a celery consomme," suggested
Thaddeus.  "Then it will be sure to be as thick as a dictionary."

"I guess it will be all right," said Bessie.  "What kind of fish?"

"Bradley likes salmon; Robinson likes sole; Phillips likes
whitebait, and so do I."

"We'll have whitebait," said Bessie, simply.  "Then a saddle of

"Yes, and an entree of some kind, and next individual ruddy ducks."

"No Roman punch?"

"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."

"All right, Teddy.  What next?"

"I would suggest a lemon pie for Bradley," smiled Thaddeus.

"What do you say to Ellen's making one of her tipsy-cakes?"
suggested Bessie.

"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."

So it was settled.  The invitations were sent out, and Bessie
devoted her energies for the next ten days to making ready.

Ellen's culinary powers were tested at every meal.  For dinner one
night she was requested to prepare the puree, 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.

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.

"Oh, Thad!" was all she said, but to Thaddeus it was disconcerting.

"What is the matter, dear?" he asked.

"Nothing; I'll tell you later.  Hurry," she gasped, "or the dinner
will be spoiled."

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.

"Didn't expect me, did you?" said Thaddeus, as he entered the room.

"No," said Bradley, dryly.  "This is an unexpected pleasure.  I
didn't even know you were a friend of the family."

"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?"

"Dinner is served," came a deep bass voice from the middle of the

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
portieres 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.

"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.

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 puree was superior to anything
Thaddeus had ever eaten in the line of soups in his life--only it
was lobster puree, and ten times better than Ellen's general run of
celery puree.  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!"

"I must congratulate your cook upon her lobster puree, Mrs.
Perkins," said Mr. Phillips.  "It is delicious."

"Yes," put in Thaddeus.  "But you ought to taste her celery puree.
She is undoubtedly great on purees."

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.

"This isn't the same cook you had last time, is it?" asked Bradley.

"Yes," said Thaddeus.  "Same one, though it was my wife who made
that lem--"

"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?"

"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?"

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.

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.

Bradley began it.  "I didn't know you'd changed from women to men
servants, Perkins?"

"Yes," said Thaddeus "we've changed."

"Rather good change, don't you think?"

"Splendid," said Phillips.  "That fellow served the dinner like a

"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."

"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?"

Thaddeus looked like a rat in a corner with a row of cats to the

"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

"What's his name?" asked Phillips.

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.

"Grimmins," he said, desperately.

"Sounds like a Dickens' character," said Robinson.  "Does he cost
you very much?"

"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.

"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'hote 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."

"I thought you said a minute ago Mrs. Perkins got him?" said
Bradley, who is one of those disagreeable men with a memory.

"I thought you were talking about the cook," said Thaddeus,
uneasily.  "Weren't you talking about the cook?"

"No; but we ought to have been," said Phillips, with enthusiasm.
"She's the queen of cooks.  What do you pay her?"

"Sixteen," said Thaddeus, glad to get back on the solid ground of
truth once more.

"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."

"Let's join the ladies," said Thaddeus, abruptly.  "There's no use
of our wasting our sweetness upon each other."

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.

Thaddeus's troubles were set going again when he overheard Phillips
saying to Bessie, "Thaddeus has been telling us the remarkable story
of Grimmins."

Nor were his woes lightened any when he caught Bessie's reply:
"Indeed?  What story is that?"

"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

"I am glad to know you feel that way," said Bessie, simply, with a
glance at Thaddeus which was full of wonderment.

"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!"

Thaddeus breathed again, now that the cook was under discussion.  He
knew all about her.

"Yes, indeed," said Bessie.  "He did well."

"I mean the cook," returned Bradley.  "You mean she did well, don't

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.

"What on earth is the story of Grimmins, Thaddeus?" she asked, as
the door closed upon the departing guests.

Thaddeus threw himself wearily down upon the sofa and explained.  He
told her all he had said about the butler and the cook.

"That's the story of Grimmins," he said, when he had finished.

"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."

"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

"It's all because of the tipsy-cake," said Bessie.

"The what?" asked Thaddeus, sitting up and gazing at his wife as if
he questioned her sanity.

"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."

"And the other half?"

"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."

"And the dinner?" said Thaddeus, a light breaking through into his
troubled mind.

"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 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?"

"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."

"That was right, too," said Thaddeus; "but those fellows will never
let me hear the end of that infernal Grimmins story.  I almost wish

"You wish what, Teddy dear?"

"I almost wish we had not attempted the tipsy-cake, and had stuck to
my original suggestion," said Thaddeus.

"What was that?" Bessie asked.

"To have lemon pie for dessert, for Bradley's sake," answered
Thaddeus, as he locked the front door and turned off the gas.


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.

"He is nearly six years old," said Bessie, "and I think he is quite
intelligent enough to go to school, don't you?"

"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."

Mrs. Perkins laughed.  "You have great hopes for Teddy, haven't

"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?"

"I am afraid there's a touch of vanity in you," said Mrs. Perkins,
with a smile.  "That remark certainly indicates it."

"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."

"Granting that he is great at twenty-five," said Mrs. Perkins, after
a few moments' reflection, "is that such a horrible thing?"

"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."

"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."

"Did he tell you that?" asked Thaddeus, with a chuckle.

"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 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."

Thaddeus shook internally.

"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."

"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."

"And what did he say?" asked Mrs. Perkins.

"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

"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?"

"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."

"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."

"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."

"That means another servant for me to manage," sighed Mrs. Perkins.

"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.

"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."

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.

"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

"Good scheme," said Thaddeus.  "I approve of that.  We might learn a
little French from her ourselves, too."

"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


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."

There was an object-lesson in store for the Perkinses.

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.

In short, it provided the Perkins family with that object-lesson to
which I have already alluded.

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

"Hi wants a glarse o' milk."

To which his nurse, standing behind his chair to relieve the
Perkinses' maid of the necessity of looking after the Bradley
hopefuls, replied:

"'Ush, 'Arry, 'ush!  Wite till yer arsked."

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.

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.

Then Miss Jennie seemed to think it was her turn.

"Hi doan't care fer stike.  Hi wants chickin," said she.  "I'n't
there goin' ter be no kikes?"

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

"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."

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.

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.

"Your Harry is a fine fellow, Mrs. Bradley," said Thaddeus.

"Yes, we think Harry is a very nice boy," returned Mrs. Bradley,
with a fond glance at the youth.

"Wot djer si about me, mar?" asked Harry.

"Nothing, dear," replied Mrs. Bradley, raising her eyebrows

"Yes, yer did, too," retorted Harry.  "Yer said as 'ow hi were a
good boy."

"Well, 'e i'n't, then," interjected Jennie.  "'E's a bloomin' mean
un.  'E took a knoife an' cut open me doll."

"'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."

"No, 'twasn't a haxident," said Jennie.  "'E done it a-purpice."

"Well, wot if hi did?" retorted Harry.  "Didn't yer pull the tile
off me rockin'-'orse?"

"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."

"'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.

"Does Harry go to school?" asked Bessie.

"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

"Yes, I've observed it," said Bessie.  "What does she teach him?"

"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?"

"Don't warn'ter," said Harry.  "Hi'm sick o' that bloomin' old

"Seems to me I've heard it," said Thaddeus.  "As I remember it,
Harry, it was very pretty."

"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."

"I should think it might be."

"She has the accent down fine, you know."

"Sort of born to it, eh?"

"Yes; you can't cultivate that accent and get it just right."

"I'll do 'Dear Old Dutch' for yer," suggested Harry.  "Hi likes thet
better 'n 'Mrs. 'Awkins.'"

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.

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.

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.

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:

"Thaddeus," said Bessie, after the Bradleys had departed, "what is
the tile of a rockin'-'orse?"

"I don't know.  Why?" asked Thaddeus.

"Why, don't you remember," she said, "young Harry Bradley accused
Jennie of pulling out the tile of his rockin'-'orse?"

"Oh yes!  Ha, ha!" laughed Thaddeus.  "So she did.  I know now.
Tile is cockney for tail."

"Did you notice the accent those children had?"


"All got from the nurse, too?"


"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?"

"Of what?"

"Of having Ted speak--er--cockney French."

"H'm--yes.  Very likely," said Thaddeus.  "I'd thought of that
myself, and, I guess, perhaps we'd better stick to Irish."

"So do I.  We can correct any tendency to a brogue, don't you

"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--"

"Help him?  If what?"

"If he ever went into polities," said Perkins.

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

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.

I am not unduly familiar with that or any other kind of French, but
I have ideas in the matter.


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.

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.

"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?"

"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."

"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."

"How do you mean?"

"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."

"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.

"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."

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.

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

"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."

"He can't compare with John," was Bessie's answer to this.

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Dennis did that.  John had to go to Mount Vernon with his militia
company to-day."

"Dennis is well named, for his name is--But never mind.  I'll credit
John with his twelfth day off in four weeks."

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.

"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?"

"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

"I thought that brother was dying last week?"

"No; that was her mother's brother, he got well.  This is another
person entirely."

"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."

"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."

"And the dinners, too, I'll wager," growled Thaddeus.

"No; she's always got home for dinner heretofore."

"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."

"I don't think I understand," said Bessie.

"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!"

"I don't see how you can manage the half part of it."

"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."

"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."

"How many times a week does she have to go?" queried Thaddeus.

"She is required to go to confession."

"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."

"Mr. Bradley was very disagreeable the other night, anyhow," sniffed
Bessie.  "He acted as if he were camping out!"

"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."

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.

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.

"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.

"I'll fix 'em at Christmas-time," said Thaddeus.

"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.

"No," laughed Thaddeus.  "I won't forget 'em.  I'll give 'em all the
very things they like best."

"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."

"Perhaps--if the coals do not burn too deep," said Thaddeus, with a
significant smile.

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:

"Where are the hot coals?"

"The what?" asked Thaddeus.

"The coals of fire for the girls and John."

"Oh!" Thaddeus replied, "I have 'em in the library.  I don't think
they'll go well with the tree."

"What are they?" queried Bess, with a natural show of curiosity.

"Yes, partly," said Thaddeus.  "Mary is to have a check for $16,
Bridget one for $18, and John one for $40."

"Why, Thaddeus, that's extravagant.  Now, my dear, there's no use of
your doing anything of that--"

"Wait and see," said Thaddeus.

"But, Teddy!" Bessie remonstrated.  "Those are the amounts of their
wages.  You will spoil them, and if I--"

"As I said before, wait, Bess, wait!" said Thaddeus, calmly.
"You'll understand the whole scheme to-morrow, after breakfast."

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.

"Bridget," Thaddeus said, "do you remember what Mrs. Perkins gave
you last Christmas?"

"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.

"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?"

"A box of candy, sir."

"Nothing else?"

"I believe there was a dress of some kind.  I gave it to my cousin."

"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."

Bessie stood in the doorway, a mute witness to what seemed to her an
incomprehensible scene.

"John, what did you get?"

"Five dollars an' a day off."

"And a two-dollar bill for Dennis, eh?"

"Dennis got that."

"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."

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."

"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."

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.

"It was rather a hard thing to do on Christmas Day, Thaddeus," said
Bessie, a little later.

"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."


"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?"

"No," said Thaddeus.  "I slept like a top last night.  I didn't hear
anything.  Did you?"

"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."

"Well, why on earth didn't you wake me, Bess?" returned Thaddeus.
"I could easily have decided the matter by getting up and

"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."

"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."

"I will next time," said Bessie.

"Was anything in the house disturbed?" Thaddeus asked.

"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."

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.

"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."

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.

"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.

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.

"That's the biggest idiot of a burglar I've ever heard of," said
Thaddeus, returning to his room.

"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.

"I say that burglar must be an idiot," repeated Thaddeus.  "What do
you suppose he is doing now?"

"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.

"He is sweeping the library."

"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--"

"I must go, Bess," said Thaddeus, firmly.

"Then I'm going with you," said Mrs. Perkins, with equal firmness.

"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."

"Very well," acquiesced Bessie, "only do be careful."

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.

"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."

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

"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."

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.

"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

"Well, what was it, Ted?" she asked, as he entered the room.

Perkins gave a sigh of relief.  All was safe enough above-stairs at

"Nothing much," said Thaddeus, in a moment.  "There is no one

"But what could it have been?"

"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."

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.

"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."

"Yes," said Thaddeus.  "It's the only thing I can do, I'm so played

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.

"Margaret seems to be unfamiliar with the art of cooking this
morning," said Thaddeus.

"So it would seem," said Bessie.  "This steak is horrible."

"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

"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."

"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."

"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?"

"No," said Thaddeus, shortly, and then he had an idea; and when
Thaddeus had an idea he was apt to become extremely reticent.

"Poor Thad!" thought Bessie, as she noted his sudden change of
demeanor.  "He can't stand loss of sleep."

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.

"It's--it's all we have, ma'am," said she, her eyes filling with

"All we have?" echoed Mrs. Perkins in surprise.  "Why, what do you
mean?  Where is the other set?"

"I don't know," protested the waitress.

"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?"

"Yes, sir," replied the maid, "but--it's gone, sir, and I don't know

"When did you miss it?" asked Thaddeus.

"Not until I came to set the table for lunch."

"Was it in its proper place at breakfast-time?"

"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."

"Then it wasn't a cat," said Bessie, sinking back into her chair;
"we have been robbed."

"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.

"No, sir," she replied, simply.  "Where could I look?"

"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."

"Oh, well," said Thaddeus, "let's eat lunch, and see about it

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.

"Have you said anything to Margaret about the china?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"What did you say?"

"I told her as how wasn't it funny the way it had went, sir."

"And what did she say?"

"Nothing, sir.  Only she seemed to think it was funny, because she

"And what did you say then?"

"Nothing, Mr. Perkins.  Margaret and me have very little
conversation, because she don't fancy me, and prefers talkin' to
herself like."

"H'm!" said Thaddeus.  "Talks to herself, does she?"

"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."

"How long has this been going on?"

"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."

"She was entirely alone, was she?" asked Thaddeus.

"Yes, sir."

"What did you do when you came in?"

"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."

"Did she make any reply?"

"No, sir.  She looked at me kind of indignant, and turned out the
gas and went up to bed, leaving me in the dark."

Thaddeus's brow grew thoughtful again.  It wrinkled into a half-
dozen lines as he asked:

"Why didn't you speak of this before?"

"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."

"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."

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

"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.

"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?"

"I don't know--a volcano has developed in the cellar, I suppose,"
said Thaddeus.

"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."

"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."

"But I never ordered any cream at all," said Bessie.

"Ah," said Thaddeus, "that's different.  Did you tell Partinelli

"I did, and he said he was sure he wasn't mistaken, because he had
taken the order himself."

"From you?"

"No, from Margaret."

"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."

"Do you think Margaret is dishonest?"

"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."

"But what are you going to do?"

"Set a watch.  I have sent for a detective," said Thaddeus.

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.

"Detective!" she gasped.

"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.

"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."

"I couldn't be more nervous than I am," said Bessie; "but I'll leave
you just the same."

Whereupon she went to her room, and Thaddeus, for an hour, was
closeted with the detective, to which he detailed the whole story.

"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."

"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."

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.

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.

The remainder of the narrative can best be told in the words of the

"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.

"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

"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.

"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.

"'She's going to give a supper!' whispered Mr. Perkins.

"'It looks like it,' said I.  'And a mighty fine one at that.'

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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

"'I fancy you are right,' said Mr. Perkins.  'We'll have to send her
to an asylum!'

"'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

"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."

"And you have no idea where she is now?" I asked of the detective,
when he had finished.

"No," he answered, "not the slightest.  For all I know she may be
cooking for you at this very minute."

With which comforting remark he left me.

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.


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.

"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.

"Where did you get her?" asked Thaddeus.  "At an Imbecility Office?"

"I don't quite know what you mean--an Imbecility Office?"

"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."

"Not quite," laughed Mrs. Perkins.  "They look after Domestic

"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."

"Jane, I think, is different from the general run," said Mrs.
Perkins.  "As I said, she has no nonsense about her."

"Is she--an--an ornament to the scene--pretty, and all that?" asked

"Quite the reverse," replied the little house-keeper.  "She is as
plain as a--as a--"

"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 puree or the birds.  If any
domestic is to dominate the repast at all it should be the cook."

"Service counts for a great deal, though, Ted," suggested Mrs.

"True," replied Thaddeus; "but on the whole, when I am starving,
give me a filet bearnaise 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?"

"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."

"From that point of view," said he, "I'm confident that Jane will

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.

"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."

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.

"Alas!" cried Thaddeus, "our butleress has evoluted backwards.  She
grins like an ordinary waitress."

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.

"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 edition de luxe
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."

"It's a small fault, Thaddeus," returned Mrs. Perkins, "but I'll
speak to her about it."

"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?"

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-a-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:

"Pretty good china you have, Perkins."

"Yes," returned Thaddeus, "pretty good.  I've always had a penchant
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?"

"No," replied the Bostonian, "I never did.  Where'd you get 'em?"

"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."

"Wan o' the what, sorr?" asked the treasure.

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.

"Oh!" said Jane, "wan o' thim with somebody else's initial on the

"Yes," said Thaddeus, fuming inwardly.

"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."

Thaddeus laughed weakly.  "She probably thinks we got them second-
hand," he said.

"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.

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.

"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.

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.

"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."

"I suppose YOU spoke to her about that?" said Perkins, smiling.

"Not exactly; I sent for another, and handed her the dirty one,"
returned Mrs. Perkins.  "I guess she felt all that I could have

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.

"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."

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-a-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

"My dear, I'm afraid I have appendicitis.  Send for Mr. Burke."

"Mr. Burke!" echoed his wife.

"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."

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

It was two days after the cranberry episode that the solution came,
and it was in this wise:

"Did ye send for me?" Jane asked, suddenly materializing in Mrs.
Perkins's room.

"No, Jane, I haven't; why?"

The girl began to shed tears.

"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."

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.

"Can't you try and do better?" she asked.

"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."

Mrs. Perkins looked at Jane inquiringly.

"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."

"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?"

"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--"

"Then why aren't you afraid of us?"

Jane laughed through her tears.  The idea was preposterous.

"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."

"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--"

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.

"I am glad to see you so happy, Jane," she said, as the girl held
her cloak.

"Ah, ma'am, I'm not very happy."

"You ought to be, here.  Your work to-night was perfect."

"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."

And Jane sighed as her old mistress left her.

"Wasn't she great, Bess?" said Thaddeus, on the way home.

"She was, indeed," replied Mrs. Perkins, with a smile.  "It's a pity
I'm not a divvle."

Thaddeus laughed.  "That's so," he said; "or that I never learned to
swear like a gentleman, eh?"

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