Akron daily Democrat. [volume] (Akron, Ohio) 1892-1902, 1899-08-05
THE RIGHT MAN.

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'1'll do anything" said Charlie Gale to
bis rich elderly half brother. Mr.. Fordyce
Fotheringay, pushing back his glass
anything you choose to find me, from
breaking stones 10 peddling oranges
through the streets"
DO you know anything of architec-
ture?"
81 have a smattering of that as of most
other useful accomplishments"
Good. You shall superintend the inn
provements that are going on at my
house at High Bridge. l am having
new wing thrown out, with a conservatO-
ry and an aviary. The fact is / am going
to be married.
THE prettiest place you ever saw, my
dear" said Mrs. Medlicott gushingly. "A
conservatory with q glass dome overhead
and fountain in the center, three COM
municating drawing rooms ali done off in
pearl gray satin, puffed with rose colored
velvet and seamless Aubusson carpets
imported in one piece! Why, my love,
you'll be like queen in her royal pal
acer'
Mamma" piteously pleaded poor little
Blanche Medlicott, Il don't want to mar
ry him. He's eight and forty, and Pm
only 49,"
Here Blanche shook her clustering
black cnrls and bit her lip with rows of
pearly teeth.
whats that, Mary Anne"
"Please, miss, a parcel for you, with
Mr.. Fotheringay's compliments" said the
domestic
"a bouquet of hothouse flowers and
set of rubies mounted in antique gold!
Oh, how lovelyr' cried out Blanche. And
a note asking if it would be convenient
for me to drive out to High Bridge with
him this afternoon to look at the improve
ments projected and complete. Oh, dear.
/ suppose | shall have to go,'
at will be such an excellent opportu-
nifty for you to wear your new fall hat"
said Mrs. Medlicott.
Blanche MedIicott ran in and out of the
spacious rooms of the High Bridge villa
like child in new playhouse. She was
a pretty little creature, plump and rosy
as a peach, with jet black hair growing
low on her creamy brow, big wandering
eyes and a deep dimple in her chin.
Mrs. Medicott followed with stately
tread as Blanche slipped through the
rooms.
"And this is the dining room, eh p said
she. "a stately apartment indeed!
Blanche, my love, l shall expect Why,
where is the child?"
''She was here just now," said Mr..
Fotheringay. "Oh, here she comes!'
And Blanche ran in, coloring like
rose.
"Who is that handsome young man in
bo Ia,,onlnI A,Sha1 nd
breathless. Il lost the chain of my
bracelet, and we had such a time find
ing it!'
Mr. Fotheringay's brow darkened.
"He-he is young person engaged in
making architectural drawings" said he
constrainedly. "Shall we so on to the
billiard room?"
'If you like" said Blanche, but she
had evidently lost all interest in the new
house until Mr. Fotheringay asked
whether she would prefer satin draperies
or velvet lambrequins to the boudoir
windows.
'It shall be according to your TASTE"
said he, "or shall the upholsterer put up
both tomorrow and let you choose"'
Blanche caught at this suggestion. She
would like that plan, she said.
OQly am sorry Slldll Hot De dple 10
be here myself on account of a meeting
of bank directors, BUT
'Oh, that will make no difference at
alln' said provoking Blanche.
1t was wonderful after this how many
meetings with upholsterers, decorators,
florists and plumbers were necessary,
and what lively interest the future
Mrs. Fotheringay seemed to take in her
new home.
The December sunset was reddening
over the snowy banks of the Harlem
river. The carriage had waited an hour
for Miss Medlicott The decorators had
gone back to their Broadway headquar-
tiers, and still Miss Medlicott fingered in
the conservatory with the young archi-
tect, whose opinion seemed to be so nee
essary on most subjects.
you are quite sure you don't regret
your decision, Blanche?" said Charlie
Gale tenderly.
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81 don't regret anything, Charlie" said
Blanche, with downward sweep of the
long black lashes. But what will he
say?
''What he pleases," said Mr.. Gale, with
supreme indifference. "Your happiness,
dearest, is my first consideration, my own