A Pasteboard Crown: A Story of the New York Stage — John Shaqi
A Pasteboard Crown: A Story of the New York StageMorris, Clara
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A Pasteboard Crown: A Story of the New York Stage
Morris, Clara
Actresses -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Theater -- Fiction
Promptly the Lawtons arrived upon the scene the next day, preceded by a
furniture van under the directorship of a very young, very rumpled, but
most optimistic German maid-of-all-work, who proudly carried a large key
in her hand as a symbol of authority. She had unlocked and thrown wide
the creaking front door, opened the windows, made a fire in the kitchen,
and had undone the bundle she had carried in her lap all the way from
the city, revealing to the astonished men a small black tea-kettle.
"Oh, ja! I carry him mysel', und den I have him alretty und can make
quick de tea for de mistress--right so soon as she gits here!"
And before the van had been emptied a dust-covered hack arrived, with
four people inside and several boxes and a trunk sharing the top with
the driver. A mounted policeman, loitering along Broadway and watching
the debarkation, saw John Lawton--tall and thin and almost white-haired,
a gentleman without a doubt--descending. Then an elderly lady, with
surprisingly red cheeks glowing through a dotted veil, followed, and
then--"Oh, by Jove!" muttered the blue-coat, as out sprang, one after
the other, the two young girls, as fresh and bright and full of bubbling
laughter as the day was bright and full of sunshine and bird song.
Suddenly a voice cried: "Sybil--O Sybil, take care--you've broken the
package of bird seed!"
And with a laugh the girl addressed caught up her skirt to save the
falling seeds, revealing as she did so a pair of pretty feet, that
presently began to dance wildly about as their owner cried: "Dorothy--O
Dorothy! did you see it--a robin? it's over there!"
And up went two veils, and two young faces turned eagerly toward the
spot where Mr. Robin, with black cap, yellow bill, and orange-red
breast, sat and looked at them with round black eyes, quite unmoved by
their human beauty, as was right and proper--seeing that he was himself
a bridegroom just settling in life. But the policeman suddenly put his
horse to the gallop, and in an hour's time everyone in the village knew
that the Lawtons had arrived, that they were gentlefolk, and that the
two girls were "regular beauties." While at Woodsedge, secure in the
privacy the screening evergreens provided, the Lawtons turned to and
assisted the small German maid in setting up their somewhat battered
household gods upon the altars that had been so long empty and cold in
that sad old house.
As Mrs. Lawton crossed the sagging porch the front door was held open by
Lena, who, curtseying and smiling her widest, flattest smile, told her
that "She was com' at de right place und she vas velcom' alretty as
anyt'ing," the dignity of this reception being somewhat marred by the
fact that Lena was hooking herself up as she spoke, she having hastily
exchanged her Sunday clothes for her working ones.
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