Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1880-02-26

/ A sitting-room, bright. and warm,
CHEEKY and enticing enough to tempt q
wandering god to leave his high Olym-
pus and yearn for mortality. Fit god
dess for such shrine was Blanche Carl
son, reclining in great chair, screen
ing her face from the heat of the burn
ing logs with silken toy banner, and
looking the incarnation of ali the do
mestic virtues. Her robe of grey -hued
satin, outflow in front, revealed the ex-
quisite contour OF her throat through
the dainty lace; and from the wealth OF
braided hair to the tiny foot nesting in
its cushion, she looked the picture of a
| mind at ease" M Ww M
The handsome man standing lust at
her side felt his heart warm and beat
the faster, as it had many times done in
was silence. Steady, concentrated
thought well became the fine, clear-cut
face; and Guy Carlson was not one to
hurry his pleasures. He was one who
could wait for the blossoming of an aloe,
and who would not weary of an hun
dred years! At last, with an evident
effort, she threw off thought and lifted
her eyes to his with glance so tender
and witching that it drew him to her in
stantIy. tsA433EI ~
Zone kiss!' and he bent his head to
give the welcome caress. "What magic
has held your thoughts so fast that you
have had neither look nor word for
poor mepn e7s AsE7eH bus q ts,s
Poor you? You are spoiled. l pet
you too much," came the answer, given
with eyes and mouth fairly dazzling in
their merry, coquettish love. With a
soft, happy laugh he caught her up and
pillowed her head on his arm, drinking
in deep draughts of the love-light that
only himself knew slept in those won
drous eyes. Then, standing with sup
porting arm and tender touch on her
soft hair, he renewed his question.
4. But OF what were you thinking,
darlingpn ,sss Evrlv .
Z. 'sOh, I had forgotten. I YVES think
ing of Linette." = ~ ~ =
8 Linette, your maid ?" raising his
eyebrows little in astonishment, yet
content to talk on any subject that in
terested her. .AsS - A n Gl
a Yes, Guy, my maid. She is an
enigma to me. Don't laugh when | tell
you that she is one of the NEST perfect
ladies ever met. What puzzles me is
not the fact itself-of that / am assured
but whether it is natural or artificial.
Is it instinct that tells her everything
lady wants done-the incest way OF do
ing it, and, while she performs her
duties unerringly, keeps her above and
aloof from the other servants PSI
Z You are not in the habit of studying
your servants, and his amusement was
betrayed by laughing eyes looking into
hers. sF ts. -. w ser
!. Today she resumed, II gave her
a piece of torn music TO sew. It was
difficult concerto of Schu bert's. After
a few moments | chanced to look up
from my book, and she was sitting with
the music open before her, intently
reading If you ever saw person
reading, whose whole intellect seemed
concentrated on the book, you know how
she looked. / did not let her see that |
noticed her. That girl plays, and plays
well, am sure of it." lz sgt
Guy kissed her on brow and cheek
and lips, before he answered:
" (" What an enthusiastic little woman
| do believe that you have a princess in
disguise. Will that content youp Sit
here and dream your pretty fancies all
you will. | am going OUT only for an
hour. Goodbye for so long,