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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 06, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18',
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THE BUTLER'S HOUR
By Grace Elmer
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
"Who do you think is qoming to
our dinner party tomorrow night,
Henry?" asked little Mrs. Emory of
her husband. "The Countess Ka
rolyi." "Well, let her carol all she wants
to," said Henry Emory heartlessly.
"Never heard of her anyway. Who
'lDon't be flippant, Henry! You
know the Countess Karolyi is the fa
mous Hungarian woman writer who
has come to America to study our
ways. Well, I met her as president
of our ladies' club and I got her to
promise to come to dinner. There."
"I wonder if John's acquainted
with her," murmured Henry Emory,
looking after the Hungarian butler,
who was at that moment leaving the
Everybody in Mrs. Emory's circle
had read of the countess, who had
run away from home as a girl and
found employment as a woman writ
er in London; how she had returned
to people who believed her dead,
years after, famous; of her marriage
after all to the elderly count to es
cape whom she had first left home.
Mrs. Emory felt that her visit would
be a social triumph.
"You must be on your very best
behavior tomorrow, John," she said
to the butler.
John Lisz, her Hungarian butler,
was a treasure. She had had him
nearly a year and had never had a
better or more distinguished looking
servant. He was about the same age
as the countess a trifle over 30, per
haps, tall, well built, handsome and
so well bred that she had romantical
ly speculated whether he was not an
army officer in disguise."
John looked at her strangely. "Ma
dame, I must ask for tomorrow off,"
Mrs. Emory was horrified. "But,,
John, what shall we do?" she wailed.
"I have a friend who will take my
place. Madame, I cannot serve my
own people. I was in in a higher
Seeing that he could not be moved,
Irs. Emory reluctantly assented and
went to break the news to her hus
band. "Do you know I believe John would
Raised It to His Lips
grace our luncheon with his fine
ways," she said, laughing.
"Why don't you have him?" asked
"Don't be foolish, Henry," re
turned his wife.
A couple of hours later John way
laid her-with the most extraordinary
proposition that she had ever heard.
"Madame, if I dared to ask a fa
vor " he began.
"Well, one gets things only by ask
ing," said Mrs. Emory briskly.'