Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-11-07
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inverted sunsets.
was weary with the tasl; and turned
toward a seat with a hope OF persuading
Adele to rest bit, when my eyes fell on
the occupants of two chairs nearest us.
Evidently two of London's smart set.
They had reached a crisis BY what
ways they had arrived / could not guess.
They were utterly oblivious of their sur
roundings. She was dainty bit of a
woman, awfully chic in appearance, very
little, pretty, fitted out better than even
Bond streets best. He was rugged as
Sundays Prayer Book Promenade in
Hyde Park would find him. He was a
man who had lived. She was a bit gray
over the temples, as if powder puff had
been tapped on either side of the pompa-
dour above her high-bred little face.
He sat sidewise, his arm over the back
of his chair; she rested her forearm
against the back of her chair and her
hand lay in his naturally, as lotus bud
rests upon its element. The man did not
even close his hands over hers. The touch
of their souls was too close for them to
need or heed material contact
A second, and the eye took in the de-
tails of this living picture. ! gave gasp
Of surprise-of sympathy
Whats the natter" asked Adele.
My eye carried hers to the two.
It's their dilemma" | said.
Nonsense They are too old for ro-
nance" declared Adele with the in.
duciance of youth.
They were of my own time and gen
grafton. but then | myself felt somewhat
the worse for wear.
That's the very little woman we saw
yesterday as we came from our sail to
Greenwich. | remember the peculiar
shade of that gown"
The same woman, but | had not re-
called her face until Adele spoke. | had
not noted the tint of her gown. Some
how the remembrance of the look of her
face against the gray stones of the pier
made me feel as if | were weaving the
web of some story about the dainty lit
tie creature. The thought made me feel
more weary. | sat down in a nearby
chair.
adele" said, "if you are going to do
that Hogarth cuddy yonder go by your
self | will wait here
| sat thinking of crisis of nv own
to which | had come long ago, when |
heard the little woman say:
1T must end Hugh Yesterday when
we came up from the river, you know
we passed a poor girl crouched on the
stone steps. You hurried me on when
| would have stopped to give her a shil-
ling or two. You said: You must not
even breathe the air with such We
were gay with our gay companions, all
laughingly hurrying from the rain. She
do you recall her face? Where do
you suppose she is now? In the river ?"
| recalled the girl. Such passive de-
spair. l, having had no one to prevent
me, flung her siXpence or two But
that girl wanted a richer gift than any
in that passing crowd had for giving.
She wanted-Dcath.
What does the girl matter 2" said the
man; what is she to us?"
You would not let me give her shil-
ling she gave me-"
Gave your
Sight of her gave me insight, Hugh
Gave me sight of myself | am as she
is"
Dorothy The pain in the mans
voice was acrid.
In the sight of our world-in sight of
heaven, Hugh, we have done no HARM
unless loving be so; but, Hugh, the spirit
OF the law! | keep saying over and over
to myself, 4 am as she is"
The man said nothing but / would not
have worn his face then for a block of
Standard Oil stock.
ut must end, Hugh--we met too late.
Over and over | keep saying: | am like
her-hke her.
Come, old poke" cried Adele, coming
toward me, for she had done the shrimp
girl and the marriage In mode series in
short order. Take me away back to
that Madonna of Carlo Doici's with the
dear bright flowers, but-never mind so
old So tired"
II swear | am but 40"
Il will 90 with you, will let your old
bones get Il little rest"
So We went.
As we went toward the great iron
gates our view OF Landseer's hons was
obstructed by glittering trap, the rest
lessness Of the two splendid horses at
tracing notice of the pnsscrby. Said
one:
Lady Dorothy Lumley's."
had name for the heroine of my
new story that was a-wcaving.
Two days later | read in the Times:
Died of heart failure. Lady Dorothy
Lumley, wife of ---," and the rest of il.
1t gave me quite turn and | should
have sat all day with only my pipe for
companion, moaning over the death of
woman | had seen hut twice, but that
Adele had tired of all London had to
show and craved now certain Ameri
can wild tlower-Southern, at that.
| thought / knew little shop where.
If anywhere except along its own Ala
bama broo&sides, it might be found. So
We started on our search; Adele. at my
side. teasing to be petted and prcttily
nomcslck, for Adele was pretty at any
thing.
Arrived, Adele was in her element. She
found among the flowers new friends and
greeted old, bat could not discover her
calycanthus.
rs | waited, enjoying her ioy in the
wealth Of blooms, heard an address
given. lord Lumley's. 50 Grosyenor
street Sta; tied, l turned. Was that