New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1894-04-08

she found Evelyn at table wearing the same
gown that she he'd been wearing all morning
The Misses Conoy looked and listened; eager
curiosity shone in their eyes.
NO" she said Il thought ia dress after
luncheon. There's plenty Of time"
WHEN they were ready to start Mrs. Conn eX-
claimed: isn't It exciting" she sh1ne like a
sunbeam IN her yellow and lace with parasoi
10 match: Evelyn in her pearl cloth gown.
seemed plain by comparison There was
carriage at the door 81 wish it were for us
said Mrs Cohn enviousy. red-hared, we'll
dressed youth set in the front seat and held
the ren..
IT, tho Jorlans. carriage" Mrs. Cohn went on
as they started UP the road. They're friends Of
the C1neye. They're some rich people from Bos-
ton They 1--we over on Green Hill. That boy
comes nearly every day to take the girls out TO
drive One Of his sisters usually comes with him.
There aye five OF them. They're the funniest
looking things They've all got red hair ana
frcchlcr'
The cottage Of the Webbs--it came within the
Cohassau llne-way situated at some distance
from Applcby Terrace. The top Of the highest
Of the hills As he day had grown warm. the
two ladies. only half-shctcrcG by their thin para
soils walked very slowly. But when they APP
preached the house they we're thoroughly tired
and out Of breath. Mrs COIN, however, had
energy enough to breath prayer that her collar
nicht not become wilted! The house, though
there were no trees around it, looked cool, per-
haps on account Of the dark wood Of which it
was built. /, was in Queen Anne style with
Wild piazzas rmring all around it; the windows
WIRE protected with heavy awnings.
isn't it loyely?' cried Mrs. Cohn. And to
think that poor woman can't enjoy it,
"Oh, she probably does enjoy it, Evelyn re-
Piled, painting.
choral this afternoon
Il hope not
Shell probably lie very stupid if she isn't"
Nrs COINS exercise seemed to have the effect
of QuiclerinS her faculties for she was uhusu-
ally decided in her manner and speech.
she must have been under the Influence Of
desperately t. her skirts with her right hand and
gaspng for breath as she mounted the top Of
the hill.
What makes YOU think SOP
"Why don't You remember how the reporter
described hcr eyes? Those were regular choral
eyes. on. I'm 50 tired
"Thcy were very bright
Il thought Of that Whcn YOU told me about
them; but ! didn't like to speak of it,
They were at the foot Of the broad Night 81
steps that Jed 20 the front door, y on IlhS'
dear" said Mrs. COIN with a little trcmble in her
voice.
Evelyn pressed the electric bell. In a moment
a Whiic-Caprod servant appeared before them
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ant seemed hustered; she turned red, and then
she stammcred
''she-she amt been well this mornin', ma'am.
she's had one OF her bad spells"
Mrs. COhn and Evelyn exchanged Gianccs.
"Pcrhaps we'd better leave cards and 60 away.
sais Evelyn.
Mrs Conn hesitated: a look Of disappointment
was in her face She began, however To finger
in her card-caac. Then the servant said:
"Wen. p'rdps ye'd better come in. I'll go n
ask Nil Webb II she's able to come down
- I1r. or.l III
face and she entered the broad hall followed by
Evelyn. The heavy door closed quietly behind
them and they found themselves in cool at
mosphcre, wonderfully refreshing aiter ther not
walk.
'WiI yez come in ter tho lib'ry?" SAID tho maid.
leading the way across the hardwood noor -
one of the several rooms that led from the nav
II was large semicircular room lined with low
bookcases If walnut and finished in dark leather.
Tho walls We're covered with du-red carthage
paper and with a fcw ctchlngs and portraits ~
literary celebrities. on the bookcases were some
cla~.i. heads in marble. Mrs Conn looked around
awe-stricken. on both had fallen the subduei
silence If those who enter for the first time a
strange and impressive place Mrs. Conn. whose
surface emotions were always seeking expression,
was the first to speak
Isn't it just what you'd expect she wh!s-
ms very nice" said Evelyn.
y should Ike to spend my whole life right
here-right here in this room. with these books
and all these lovely things. | don't see how any
one could help writing here she added AZ she
glanced at ,he big table near one Of the windows.
II was Of walnut and had large carved legs and
an impressive air Of solid'y. II suppose ne
writes his novels there. Isn't il wondcrful?
He doesn't write novels any more" said
Evelyn. lie hasn't written one for years ana
What q shame, ! should think his wife would
make him. I'd make my husband write II ne
had the talent. I'd lock him NJ. But | sup
pose she's too delicate"
Evelyn smiled "Do you think an author could
DO anything Ike that under compnlsion?'
"Of course he would Thcse geniuSes have TO
be forced to work I've always heard they were
awfully lazy. They can't realize what treasures
are in their brains waiting to come out Thal
what their wives are fOr-to make them work.
IL must be grand TO be the wife Of a genius
1--WE read that it isn't THINK 81 CarIyie ana
his wife"
oh but she was genius, too, The wife Of a
genius never ought to be genius herself. She
ought 10 be very practical
Il once knew a lady whose husband was
genius or rather she thought he was. She used
10 tell me it depressed her awfuy at times"
depressed her. How ridiculous. Why did 1t
dcpress her?' ,...,, c..
was always wanting TO- nut she had no talent:
She said his genius made her seem mean ana
small"
How selfish she must have BEEN
"She wasn't. She was always making sacri-
fees for him"
NOW ] should be proud If my husband was a
genius. IA just slave for him. and I'd make
him work and work and work And then I'd
be praised in his biography. People would say
it was all due to me- Wouldn't 1t be splendid?'
Just then they heard voices from upstairs
Instinctively they both stopped talking ana
listened 1t a kind Of shrill cry that hrst
attracted them this was followed by deep
mur,nur that sounded like the voice OF man
speaking in protest. Then the shrll notes mani
tested themselves again.
Il don't care--I Will. will go down. Now
you needn't try to stop me. I'VE made up my
mind and you know when I've made up my
mind I've made up my mind. You needn't say
any more. | will go. Nothing you can say or
do will prevent me-"
The low. protesting murmur followed again
Mrs COIN and Evelyn exchanged glances Of
CONSERVATION.
stop. Oswad"' the shrlll voice resumed. "YOu
stop Don't you think I'm old enough to know
my mind? I'm going down I'm ever so much
better and / shall feel all right just az soon
a. | take my medicine DO you intend to give me
that medicine? Give ii to me now Give 1t to me