Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1885-02-05
"THE WEB OF Our LIFE Is OF
TANGLED YARN"
BY ANNABEL B. WHITE (DUsY DEE).


ternoon. 1t was judiciously shaded b
large oaks.
Lest tho reader should pronounc
this paradox, let me hasten to adj
that these trees, although they attract
ed every wanton breeze, and imparte
a grateful shade to yard, lawn, and til
deep piazzas, yet they were so far fror
the house itself that there was no dan
ger OF their boughs tapping like ghost
ly fingers against the windows, no
yet that far more disagreeable sound o
the scraping of tree branches across
the roof and caves.
So the golden sunshine streamet
clearly down on the old weather heater
building. But in spite of this fact tn,
house was notably cool one on the
hottest summer day.
Col. Lester loved trees, but he had 8
horror of the unwholesome damp and
destructive mildew they caused if they
grew caressingly near his dwelling.
On this particular afternoon every
door and window was open, but
the shutters were closed to keep
out the sun and to let
in the air. The large hall-door stood
-'f0r' Sff, lwffifeP rit seemed itself gasping
and right of the breezy hall also stood
alar.
1t was two o'clock-two o'clock in
the sunny South, at which hour all ma
ture and all humanity seem to seek re-
pose from the toll and heat of the day
In this dolce far 11iente land.
The negro laborers slumbered peace
fully under trees; the mules rolled and
wallowed luxuriously in the dust. or
nodded sleepily over the feed troughs;
the turkeys and chickens stood lazily
about on one leg under the houses; the
servants and inmates of the mansion
slept. There was no sound in all the
air except the drowsy hum of insects.
the shrill chirp of the crlckets in the
grass, and the fretful, peevish cry of
those speckled Arabs of the poultry
yard-Guineas.
Inez Lester had gone into the Ii
brary to renewthe water in the stand of
father desk. Eftef hep ltaafsAsa VA hex
1shed the soft GOODNESS of the red and
white striped lounge cover wooed her
to slumber. Her father snoozed COM
fortably in his wicker easy-chair, placed
on the east end of the north piazza,
with large newspaper spread over his
rubicund visage.
No one in his sense. ever expects or
dresses for visitors on these hot sum-
mer days in Southland, till the fiery
red orb of day marks 3 or o'clock D.
IN. SO Inez made lovely picture, as
she lay asleep on the comfortable
lounge, with her lovely flowing sheer
white wrapper draping her exquisite
limbs.
Well, it was 2 o'clock when the sound |
of leisurely footsteps could have been
heard on the front walk could have
been heard had any one been awake to !
hear them, we must add
But the house slept on like an en-
chanted castle, and even the lazy
hounds scattered over yard and piazzas
did not SO much as open their sleepy
struck the hail-door with vigorous 2
knuckles.
The knock was repeated, but elected
no response. Noting the Hospitality
open doors, the stranger boldly entered,
and unfortunately walked into the room
on his left. Had he gone into the room
on his right, he would have done the
correct thing. 1t certainly looked in
yitingly cool, with its furniture up
holstered in cretonne-a creamy ground.
lighly sprinkled with moss rosebuds
and delicate green leaves-and was
most evidently the parlor.
But chance led him to the library
where Inez lay sleeping on the broad
red and white stripes which covered
her resting place, and which cor
responded with curtains and chairs.
DE paused on the threshold, discreetly, /
Ind in his embarrassment coupbed
slightly. Immediately, Inez opened ]
Ter heavy-lidded eyes, and at the sight
II that unknown figure framed in the ]
Ilert 7
Who are you, sir?" she demanded, I
"Carl Vogel, at your service" the d
Gentleman bowed. 8
Sir, you are no gentleman to thus Z
ntrude into ladys presence. d
My dear young lady, 1 thought 1
Tas expected. / am the artist whom o
our father invited from the city of
lew York to paint your lovely portrait" {,
He did not really know if she were
ne one whose portrait he was to paint: n
ut, astute man, he had long ago learn Il
that delicate fattery is never wasted
n "fair women" q,
Inez graciously unbent and accepted h
is card \
II beg your pardon, and will call @
apa at once. But we were mistaken n,
the day and hour. Papa said you n
ould come tomorrow at 10 o'clock" n,
(which / intended, but finishing n q,
cture sooner than anticipated, ran
way from all other engagements. for tI
needed the recreation of country life" 70
IF you will be so kind rs to sit down. 70
ld-excuse me-" and deeply embar- ao
ssed, but not revealing it by walk or
amer, Inez left the room in quest of ev
II father. "That he should see me in mo
is wrapper" was her mortified n
ought, quite unconscious that Carl. al,
an artist, must certainly admire her
ore in that garb than il she were hab- he
d in "full dress" But being a tb
'man, she could not, or would not.
7 the balm OF this soothing knowledge v,
her narrowed soul.
When Col. Lester entered few mo- t;o
'nts after, Carl Yogel was welcomed Coz
a more hospitable manner than Inez ov
4 accorded him.
Everybody and everything goes TO NO