Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1894-01-13

ter's afternoon moving aimlessly about
with all the restlessness of n lover, his
eye took in all the details of this room,
that had in it, had he only skill to
read the signs Alright, the whole of u
lwoman's life history. She kept him
waiting--she always did, never in her
life had she been first at a rendezvous
and he looked and noted until n whole
sum of new knowledge of her surged
round him.
1t was not commonplace room, he
decided; nay, how could it be? 1t bore
in every detail the stamp of originali-
Ity. 1t was not Il coquettish room-the
ordinary feminine knicbknacks were
,conspicuously absent-yet no one could
have taken it for mans room. The
conscious disorder, the preconceived
lirregularity, the graceful litter was
that of a fanciful, capricious, quick
moving woman, with too much sense of
beauty and fitness to allow it to go be-
Iyond the point where it should cease to
be picturesque and interesting.
The first sight of the place where she
lived and all its accumulated, evidence
brought her before him as few short
interviews in friends houses--a few
'waltzes with her-a few hurried meet
ings in the park-had never done, and
ias the door-uot the door he expected
was pushed open behind him, he war
already so thoroughly imbued with he
personality that he felt no shock of
surprise, only that the circle of iden-
Etity was complete
They were engaged to each other,
Ebut she did not kiss him. or even wish
aim good day. She detested formali
lies of every kind, and habitual kiss
'oi greeting would have seemed to her
ithe worst manifestation of common
place. He knew her moods-or rather
Le waited on them-he OWNED them
with the fine intelligence of a clever
msn who loves, and who, seeing ho-v
short life is, has elected to set all the
qualities which would have gone to
make him famous to the fathoming
and furthering of the whims, to the
appreciation of the moods, of one
woman
She puzzled him, and she knew it. 1t
was one of her pleasures She gratified
her strong histrionic instinct by thus
Offering herself to him as a living
drama, and yet, in this elaborate pre-
sentiment of herself, she was always
sincere. She would have considered in
sincerity degrading and laborious. She
knew that nothing she could invent
would be more striking, more interest
ing, than her own personality. She
only recast her strange thoughts into
artistic form for the benefit of her
slavish audience of one, and then she
laughed sweetly at her own intolerable
complexity. She loved to see him I'M
ravel her fanciful phrases, and marvel
at the force of her images, with the
same vicarious sense of enjoyment she
would have felt leaning over his
shoulder as he read the pages ef book
of more than average intelligence. She
was his novel, his poem, his problem
and his love.
'Sit down." said She How do you
like my room?"
II like it, because it is you"
A flash of tantalizing consciousness
swept over her face as she replied, seri-
ously:
''Ah 1t is not all meat least, not
me as am now"
he prepared TO be puzzled.
81 have lived here always-nearly
always, You know. My people never
invade this room-it belongs to me. 1T
has always been mine. But do you
suppose that have not changed in all
these years that have been a woman?
How often does a serpent cast its
slough? This room holds my worn-out
skin. many of my worn-out skins
There is nothing mean about me. do
not throw my old developments away.
don't despise my old self, or deny it.
have been u girl in this room, u gush-
ing, sentimental schoolgirl-do you
nee my map of Europe and my detest-
able Dore? l have loved horses and led
an out-of-door life-do you see my lit
tie rack full of whips? Look at those
angular angels over the mantel-plece
once believed in Botticelli, and called
myself pre-Raphaelite."
'And what are you nowP" he asked,
smiling, willing to fall in with her hui
NOR.
"a Russian princess, at your service. "
''Still, in all these changes, it was al
ways you"
"Ah, but not your you"
Some one else's, do you mean?" He
tried to speak lightly. "Have l any
right TO ask that?"
Every right" She waved her hands,
and the odor of the pastilles that were
burning on the mantelpiece seemed
Stirred and accentuated. Look at my
lifeI 1t lies spread around you. con
ceal nothing"
He was too delicate to pry. He drew
nearer and sat down beside her. She
let him put his arm round her neck
just under her chin, and looked over il
at the ruffling lace ON the breast of hei
gown below, with certain compla
cency.
1--WE look rather nice, think" sh,
said. with her usual frankness giving
expression to a dIspassionate sense o
the beauty OF their mutual pose. Hel
lips closed in a happy curve and size sa
, there quietly, in the sweet inertia o