The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-08

disappeared, but daughter living in lonely
independence the plantation It lay some thirty
millionaire colony ALI thru the first spring
Will and Molly meant TO go there, but somehow never
found time. Madame TaploW fumed when she heard.
sYou must invite her to visit you next year., she
said "You do less-tho know she has nothing
to wear, and dare often not enough to eat.
Molly wrote and answered in advance of her own
coming Miss Rhett would come to Wake Forest for a
fortnight, bringing her own hunter The hunter stag
gered the Taplows bit Clara Loudon laughed sheer
ingy mo doubt she will trot out rack of bones
that hardly step toad in the path she said
these randiloquent fools, all of
them They feel if only things sound big nothing else
matters"
Everybody when Patricia came. She rode
sleek mule as did Betsy Patterson when she set out
for the ball where captivate her Bonaparte.
BY way further parallel black boy upon another
mule fetched her frocks portmanteaus. The foot
man and butler, both much scandalzed had taken the
market folk else gipsies and ordered them
around to the back Something in Patricias voice
showed them mistake, before she said: Il
Miss Rhett whom Mrs. Tapow is expecting
She had got down, smiling little whimsical smile
itethat her saddle was stripped from the
mule and put properly away before going in 1t was an
English saddle-one of Whipples best-and made to
Patricia she could not ride as well in any
other. Her mare, Ruby, to be sent on next day
made the roads tremendously heavy-and since
Patricia certain ambition to show Ruby at her best
hunting she had thought it best not to let the
her weight thru wet sands over sueh DIS
lance.
She had rested browsing deicously after her ride,
then toward shutdown had made herself picture in faded
pale blue china and odorous pink hyacnths and set
in piazza lightly jutting wall
angle sheltered from eyes. Thus three of
the riding party sat down little way off, uncon-
r scious of her presence.
She looked at them she might have watched play
better than play to be thus the stranger
guest of aliens, in her land, and peepng into a
fairy world, which she herself properly bor1
Rothwel interested her mosthis face was so kind and
strong cean-cut, withal touched with impotence
missile Ware, affected kttenish ways was purring
glancing outside she spoke Eyes, suppose it is
NICE this rambling old place, but somehow it
gives the creeps I'm every night there is a
ghost in the big magnolia under my window Now,
Whitehurst is different, with langushing glance at
Rothwen. "Whtehurst is heavenly don't see how
you managed to stay away from it so long. The
place. You have not seen it? turning to Mrs
tits quite like castean English castle you
known-gray stone walls--wth towers and ivy and all
thatand peacocks screaming the terrace above
the garden-and the loveiest velvet lawns
paradise minus Eve" Mrs. Loudon interrupted then
wheeling full in Rothwelrs cor is it the
Serpent lacking? Now think of it. 1t must be
the Serpenwe proof positive that Eve Is merely
question of the embarrassment of riches
81 too devout to listen to such heresy-partcuar-
y In Lent RothweH said, getting precpitate1y
Patrta's glance had just home He knew moth
ing whatever about but something in her her