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"Madame, I was a a gentleman
in my own country, and I I would
give the world to meet gentlefolks
again, not as a butler. Madame, I
ask to be your guest at dinner." ,
"My guest, John!" exclaimed his
mistress, astounded at this sudden
interpretation of her own thought
"Yes, madame. I pledge my word
I know how gentlefolks behave. I
shall not shame you."
Mrs. Emory was indignant for a
moment; then she saw the humor of
the situation. And she happened to
be one. man short for her party. She
wits sure none of those dining with
her, largely strangers as they were,
would recognize the butler.
"John, I will!" she exclaimed im-
pulsively. "And I'll introduce you as
a friend of ours who is staying with
us. You have the the proper
"Indeed, yes. A million thanks,
madame!" cried John.
"But wait a moment! How about
"I have arranged for that already,"
replied the butler calmly. "My friend
is in. here."
He opened the kitchen door and
Mrs. Emory saw a real-to-life butler,
more real even that John, as she ad
mitted afterward, standing imposing
ly within. He made her a deep salu
"My friend Peter will serve you,
madame," said John. "I have already
instructed him in his -duties. He was
for many years with the Davises of
Mrs. Emory could say no more,
though she half regretted her (impul
siveness. It seemed uncanny, to her,
and more so the following evening,
when, standing to receive the count
ess, she was staggered at the appear
ance of John Lisz, dressed in a well
cut evening suit, which was certain
ly not that which he had worn as a
-butler, with a carnation in his but
Tle guests, she could see, were no
ess. impressed than she was.
"Countess Karolyi," said Mrs. Em
ory, "I want to present a country
man of yours Mr. Lisz, who is visit
The countess, a tall, stately wpm
an, looked at him, and a slow flush ;
crept up beneath her cheeks. t
"Is it Jan Lisz of Buda?" she ask
ed. "Yes, I know you now, my
John Lisz' hand was steady as a
rock as he7 took the trembling hand
which the countess extended toward
him and raised it to his lips. That
action was remembered afterward.
Then, before the scene had fully im
pressed itself upon those present,
dinner was announced.
And somehow, in spite of Mr. Em
ory's dutiful attempts to take the
countess as his partner, she went in
on the ex-butler's arm.
Mrs. Emory heard their conversa
tion with increasing astonishment
during the meal. -
"Have you been long in this coun
try, Jan?" asked the countess.
'IFive years." x
"And yout commission ih the cav
"Gone-Mike many other things."
"You were not home, then, at the
,time of your father's death? It is so
sad when one is estranged."
"My father is dead?" asked the ex-
butler quietly. 1
"You did not know?"
"No, madame. Yes, we were
estranged. But I am sorry he died
when I was here. And the count,
your husband, is well, I trust?"
The countess looked at him very
strangely. "I thought you knew. He
died last year," she said.
Then, as if each had saidtoo much,
they joined in the general conversa
tion of the table. But Mrs. Emory's
eyes grew wider every moment.
"Cavalry regiment!" Who was he?
It was at the moment of their part
ing, when, after a low talk in the
corner, John bowed again over the
countess' hand, that the look in their
eyes told her everything.