Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1898-10-06

family remembered, small, nervous
woman, pale haired, anxious eyed, so
restless she seemed like one half paus-
ing in hurry before continuing the
pursuit of something.
She gave Anne her pale cheek to kiss
and exclaimed:
"How like your father. You're q
Garrick. You are not a Gerard.
The infection was disappearing.
Anne felt guilty for not looking like
her mother. She commenced an apology
for not having called before, but with
amazing irrelevancy Mrs. Ericsson dart
ed for the door.
"Olga is up stairs. Come up. We've
been waiting lunch for you for 10 min
utes. It's all right, only with us every
moment is of such Importance. All the
morning Olga has been trying on hats. "
She turned at the top of the stairs,
looking like distracted sparrow.
"She won't have hat without q
brim. Did you ever hear anything like
it? Felice came all the way from Madi-
son avenue with ten hats, all close fit
ting, and we begged her to try one. She
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Olga can be SO set. Try and talk her
over to a toque. It's simply madness to
insist on briE when nobody is wear
ing one."
Again Anne felt like culprit. The
felt and feather creation on her head
had IA brim. Useless to expect to find
favor in her aunt's eyes, since, looking
like her father, she came wearing bis
hat.
"Here's Anne Garrick at last" And
Mrs. Ericsson entered big bay win
dowed room as inviting as fiuted swiss
curtains and pale green appointments
could make it.
A young woman was beside win
dow, q manicure set spread out on a
small table before her, and she was ex
aiming pink nail, much as jeweler
does the springs OF q watch.
"You dear thing! How are you:" she
said, going to meet Anne, and they
kissed each other.
"Let me look at you, Olga" said
Anne, turning her to the light. "I've
heard you are beautiful. Mr.. Tinkle,
our society editor, saw you at the opera
last night and has talked about You all
the morning"
Olga lifted her head lazily in chal-
longing way and with purring laugh.
Upon my word, fancy" she said
with an English accent as Anne looked
at her. "What do you think? Am I?'
"Yes, you are"
Few women could have welcomed
criticism in that green toned setting and
raw light. The two emphatic qualities
of Olga's beauty, etherealness and deli
cacy, did not suffer. She was extraordi
narily white. The skin OH supple throat
and quiet cheek was of almost silvery
pallor. Moonlight seemed bathing her
pale blond hair. Her greenish gray eyes
were dreamy, the pupils large; her up
per lip very short, full and coral pink.
"a moonlight maid,' the artists in
Paris had called her. There was not &
heavy note in her coloring. The blond
brilliancy Of some Swedish ancestor
lived again in her, some ''fiower Of
northern SHOWS" and with it the deli
cate American features of her mother
She was of average height and though
slight her body had delicate robust
ness. She wore white flannel robe
loosely belted, and her hair hung in q
plat to her waist.
"You don't mind my going to the ia
BILE this way? am lazy, but we are en-
famille," she said, strolling into tho
hall Mamma hates me to do it, but I
simply cannot dress for lunch. I'm as
stiff as German cavalryman all the
afternoon and night. l must have lit
tie freedom.
In the dining room they found DR..
Ericsson. He drew Anne to him and
gave her a bearlike hug.
SIS this your debut as family MANI"
she asked.
"No, my second appearance. I'm get
ting used to the limelight. met David
Temple coming up town last night and
prevailed on him to dine with us.
"What charming man he is" ex-
claimed MRS. Ericsson, and from the
commencement of the meal, with short
intervals of rest, Anne was put through
catechism by her aunt about David
Temple. Her tongue played between
her lips restlessly, while David's posi-
tion, money, character and possible at
tachments were inquired after infinitely
and with an appraisers air. When the
cross examination was finished, Anne
had feeling that David had been tick
eted and put away with other ticketed
| matrimonial possibilities.
The pauses in this research We're filled
in by recital Of Olga's past and COM
ing triumphs, what she must and must
not do, who was worth her knowing
and who was not.
Anne was glad to get back to the
green and white room, the door closed,
and only Olga there, looking at her
with amused eyes.
"Look here, Anne, isn't she harrow
ing? Do you wonder how stand it?
There ought to be law for the suppress
sion of uncongenial relations. Mamma
is really impossible"
She flung herself into rocker and