Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1903-04-27

Sir Basil had determined that it
should be a fitting shrine for the
beautiful woman who was to be its
mistress. The room that was TO be
so essentially her own, her bOudoir,
he was interested in above all. He
had laughed when the manager from
the weIl-knOwn firm of Clough &
HewsOn had waited upon him, and,
after some little Dreliminaries had
said that he should be grateful If he
could see the portrait or have some
description of the lady who was TO
preside over the room.
NO matter how beautiful the color
ing Of a rOOr- nay be-" he said, IF it
does not harmonic with the lady for
whose use it is, all the beauty is in
vain. The walls OF the most delicate
amber, blonde lady would be out or
harmon. altogether"
Sir Easu smiled and nodded ap-
pr0vingly.
The lady who is to inhabit this
particular room is a brunette" he
said.
The manager bowed with a
gratified air.
you see, sir, he said, the coloring
OF a room is like the background of a
picture And Sir Basil had been so
struck with the words that he had
driven over TO see Leah upon the
point.
Il was a fine morning, AMI he
found mis- fia1cee in the large con-
seTvatOry, to which an aviary was
attached. She was feeding some
favCrite birds OF hers-birds OF
bright plumage. He was a lover of
beauty. and he felt that 1t would
scarcely be possible to find a fairer
picture than ,.is peerless girl in her
simple morning dress of white. The
background of rich flowers ana
foliage threw into bold relief the
faultless lines of the graceful figure,
even as the white hands looked like
snow among the bTight-COlOred hues.
He could not help admiring her and
telling himself that this peerless
was his. There was more tenderness
in the kiss he gave her than there
mad ever been in any caress Of his
before.
At any sign OF love from hun
I.eah's heart thrilled with happiness;
AMI now her face frightened sud
denly. as a gray landscape becomes
golden under the light Of the sun.
I have ridden over this morning"
he said, ION very important business.
The decorators are awaiting instruc.
tons concerning your bOudOir.
want you to choose the colors your
self I will have no ether taste con
suited but your own"
Il saw a very pretty b0udOid at
Lady Daventry's last year." she an
Swered. 1T was all white, and
paueled in gold. The hangings were
OF white satin with heavy gold fringe
and tassels; the carpet was Of thick
white velvet, AMI the couchese and
chains were covered with white satin.
II you wish me to consult my own
taste. Basil. should like the same E"
Nothing could lie more beautiful"
me caid. How rooms after a time,
seem to naTtalle OF the characters Of
those who live in them, was
looking round Glen this morning. and
trying TO picture you as you will be
when you are mistress there. could
fancy you sweeping through the
broad corridors and up the marble
stairCase-that staircase. by the way,
is the most precious thing we have
&C Glen; I fancied YOU standing in
the drawins-rCCm. receiving visitors
with the same grace as here. 1 went
uurnuscly into the breakfastrOom
that I might try 20 imagine what il
would be Ike when your dear face
shOue there, when. morning after
morning. / should see YOU there OF
u0site TO me. I thought of the
months and yelrs that would pass
while we should be together
wondered what life would bring 10
us. Leah. There is no limit 10
thought. he continued. Il tried 10
foTsee what the coming years would
be like, Leah-if ever, as they passed
we should have little quarreIs. little
coOlnesses. as other people do"
Never my love-never," she said
MY viii must always submit to
yours"
Il wondered If we should like the
same people, make the same friends,
share the same tastes. A whole life
seemed TO pass in review before me
Then / wondered If either one or the
other would be stricken down by
dangerous illness, and which would
Gle first"
Il have often wondered which OF
us would die first, BASIL" she said,
clinging TO him as though not even
death should take him away.
Leah" he said suddenly. have
you seen a beautiful little poem
called An Untimely Thought?' tits
supposed TO be written by a husband
waiting at the foot OF the stairs
while his wife puts the last finishing
stroke TO her toilet. He wonders
when and where he shall die.
q" II wonder what ,iav of the waek9