The herald., 1896-04-05

Coryfisht 1885, BY Bacheller, johnson .chsller.,
Broadlawns is much like its owner, |
Hilliard himselr-a fit expression of his |
origin, his character, his culture. 1t Is |
large, dlenified, little sombre. but no
Die. Just as he is genial, though i'm
posing, SO the great house is a home, not
castle nor hall--a1though 1t is i'm
mense In the size and number Of its |
rooms, and in the length to which its
low front and ellis extend along the vel
vet lawn. This lawn, too, is town.site |
IN itself and lies enclosed in pretty
landscape OF woods, SO artistically plan
ned as to suggest that 1t must be miles
away from the city which in fact sur
ROUNDS 1t behind q ii1ere screen of forest.
At his wife's reception in the fine rays
OF spring or Autumn, the throng of call
ers easily disposes Of itself in the spa
clousness of the place. SO as to give no
more than a needed touch of variety and
color to the majestic, park-like domain.
This lady, by the way. is also a fitting
hgure for the great establishment, ample
IN her fine blooming physique-rather
too much SO, indeed-hospitable and ca
pable In administering its detail of man.
agement, an excellent mother Of two
budding daughters and three younger
chiidren, besides keeping up fairly we'll
with her husbands interests in letters
ana the world of society in the nearby
city-a healthy, happy, practical, busy
woman.
Her radiation Of cheer is prime neces-
eity Tor the guests, as the Master of
broadlawns is habitua1ly distrait and
SAD. Yes, this lordly patrimonial park
mas become to him as nothing-its superb
low terrace, tesselated with old Spanish
tiles and flush with the matchless lawn,
us Dosky dells, its lakelet laden with
lilies, its far-famed conservatory, the
winding avenues with here and there
oiu elms so placed as to form English
etcnings whatever way you look-all are
nothing. Nothihg,-even the grand fam
b0yant hostess with all her avoirdupois
is nothing. The deservedly idolized lord
or all, with the wealth and health of for
tunate generations summed up in his
sturdy six feet Of manhood, is the ONLY
one, save single neighbor, who knows
how empty 1t all is to its possessor.
He listens ahscntly, replies senten
.tiously, though politely, and if let alone.
relapses into abstraction. His bored
look Is, Indeed, remarked by most peo-
pie, and explained by men Of the world
to be the safety of one who has been
born to everything, has been everywhere,
has seen everything and had everything.
BY men In his own line of literary and
artistic pursuits, it is attributed to-
disappointed ambition; by women, to-
the figure and fashions Of madam. To
any Intimate who has had the hardihood
to probe too .closely-even to his best
friend, his family physician, DR.. Pal
frey-Hilliard has always replied when
asked il he had any ailment or anything
on his mind, Nothing, nothing, 1 tell
your
Well, it is next to nothing ng-nothing at
all, measured by any ordinary human
means of estimating 1t.
Only this: Fifteen years ago, when his
tall and solid daughters were tots in
short clothes, the distinguished and will
lowy figure of the lady of yonder house
that looks so like Maranas moated
grange Shnurirnr fhsA..s~i-- A..ori- tvItcyu
rfses from the lily pond, crossed the Wis
ion OF Broadlawn's heir.
Mrs. Henry is an artist, and paints with
the devotion Of professional, though
she is an heiress of untold wealth. Every
thing about her is studied with an az
lists keenness for effect, and she has at
her command the resources Of O brill
liant mind and broad culture. Her
house. fronting Broadlawns was design
ed by herself, and with an eye 10 preser-
wing, instead Of intruding upon the ef-