Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1895-11-21
CHAPTER III.

Marian frequently passed Hugh on
the street after this. and always with q
slight, neighborly ned. Sometimes he
fancied that she looked at him with an
awakening interest that could not fail
to oplease him. He began to watch for
and hope for these chauce meetings.
They were bright spots III lung, unva.
rying days and gradually came to as
sumo in his eyes an Importance almost
childish.
His other neighbors gossiped and won.
dered about her, each with his own the
ory as to her antecedents, foymer home
and social status. She was i'll turn the
audacious young English woman whose
shocking novel had made tho critics
howl after the manner of critics; she
was some relative Of the man who had
been murdered, and, like. heroine of
sensational romance, had returned to
the house to search for clew; it would
be her victory to unearth and bring the
guilty one to justice too long delayed 4;
she was the niece or daughter of the
eccentric looking, artifcially tinted
woman who lived with her, who wore
white lace petticoats even in rainy
weather; they were both in hiding from
somebody. To these and other specula-
tions Hugh listened His wife chartered
endlessly of her new neighbors and
had taken to peering from behind the
window curtains.
Some people raved over the younger
ones beauty. Did Hugh think her SO
handsome? She didn't There was style
to her, to be sure, and a something
"princessy" in her carriage and express
sion. She must be awfully rich, too, to
wear the gowns she did.
Hugh remarked that he thought her
gowns simple. Oh, yes, they were sim
pie, but man did not know the differ
ence between gingham whose cut was
poem and silk or velvet that didn't
cost half as much. But as ito downright
beauty-well, she was rather good look
ing-yes, certainly, but too pale, too
tall and too dark to be called really
beautiful-in fact, too much of every
thing that Jenny was not.
''It's evident that they want to keep
to themselves Have you noticed?" she
asked one morning at breakfast. II
think they are dreadfully stuck up. Per-
haps they think themselves better than
the rest of us. The idea! Look at Mrs
Elliston. She thought it would be only
commonly polite to call, and the serv-
ant said they were both out, although
Mrs. Elliston said she was sure she
heard somebody tuning a violin. OF
course she left card, but they. haven t
returned the visit F"
81 can fancy worse fate than being
left Alone" said Hugh dryly, a mean
ing in his smile II begin tothink them
very sensible. -
"Oh, of course you would. Just shut
you up in that study of yours, and you
are glad to NOPE. Give me q man who
likes society,"" And Jenny gave her head
a toss. "I'm glad I'm not queer.
(which implies that am. My dear,
pray consider my feelings. Fancy the
horror Of being called different from the
!. other people about here
"Oh, you think don't know what
you mean? You are sneering-yes, you
are. I'm not as stupid as you think. "
She sat back and looked at him. He
was smiling slightly and proyokingly,
while looking over the morning paper,
not even regarding her to see the effect
of his words. Here was an excellent
chance to assert her dignity and take
affront She played with her. spoon
while she tried to think of something
so sharp he would be forced to drop his
air of indifference.
But she could not be in bad humor
that morning. His peace offering foi
their last disagreement, given manlike
for the sake of dispeling an incessant
frown, although he had Thought her un
feeling and unreasonable, was a far
that she had longed for ever since her
eyes noted it's gossamerlike beauty in 8
Broadway window. Only that very
morning, while still in her nightgown,
she had taken it out and coquettishly
viewed her eyes in the mirror above its
lacy edge. No. Remembering the fan
she decided it would be bad policy tc
get angry then.
For some reason that he could not Oh
did not try to explain Larremore had
never said anything to his wife Of hif
unceremonious entree into the Other
house a fortnight before and the sort
of unspoken friendliness that had sprung
up between him and this beautiful,
young woman from nobody knew where.
He did not even know her name, ant
he felt disinclination to be enlight
ened. Might not closer acquaintance
be Disappointing? He preferred just hel
interested glance as she passed him Oh
the street, her strange beauty that re-
freshed his sight each time, the flash Of
her eyes under the delicate veil, the sub
dued wailing of her violin often coming
to him late at night when he sat in his
study at work on the book that was the
latest child Of his brain.
This was enough. Her magnetism
touched him only like breath, yet gave
color to his life.
But fate, in the person of Mrs. Vent
nor suffering from persistent insomnia
sent him message one day, and leav
ing Jenny on the tiptoe of expectation
he found himself once more in the 9th
er house.
1t hardly seemed possible that it wa
counterpart of his own as far as archi
lecture was concerned, SO cunningly hat
all that was ugly been hidden and ev
cry corner and window seat transformed
He remembered with more than usu
al distaste the pictures Of fat Cupid
and one sided goddesses that some for
mer resident Of his house had left far
ing in loose splashes of color on iti