Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1903-04-23
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Sir Basil had determined that 1t
should be 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 wellknoWn firm of Clough a.
Hewson had waited upon him, and,
after some little prcliminarics had
said that he should be grateful II he
could see the portrait or have some
description of the lady who was to
preside over the room,
mo matter how beautiful the color
ing Of room may be, he said, III It
does not harmonlzc with the lady for
whose use 1t Is. all the beauty Is in
vain, The walls Of the most delicate
amber blonde lady would be out or
harmony altogether"
Sir Basil smiled and nodded ap-
proYlngly
"The lady who Is to inhabiL this
particular room is II brunette" he
said
The manager bowed with n
gratlnod air
you see, sir he said "thc coIorinE
Of n room Is like the background Of II
picture And Sir Basil had been so
struck with the words that he had
driven over to see Leah upon the
point
1t was n fine morning, ana he
found his fanccc in the large con.
scryatoy, to which an aviafy was
attached, She was feeding some
fayoritc birds Of hcrs-birds Of
bright pIumase. He was lover Of
beauty ana he fclt that 1t would
scarcely be possible to find raircr
picture than this peerless girl in her
simple morning dress of white. 1hc
background of rich flowers ana
foliage threw into bold rclici the
faultlcSs lines of the graceful ngurc,
even ms the white hands looked like
snow among the bright -CoOred huos
He could not help adnirng her and
telling himself that this peerless
was his. There was more tenderness
in the kiss he gave her than there
had over bccn in amy carCBs Of his
before. r N.i .1
Al any sign of love from him
LEANS heart thrilled with happiness
ana now her face frightened sud
dony, ns gray landscape becomes
golden under the light of the sun.
I havo ridden over this morning."
he said. con very important business.
Tho decorators are awaiting lnstruc.
lions concerning your bOudoIr
want you to choose the colora your
self; | viii have no other taste con.
suited but your own"
Il saw n very pretty boudoId at
Lady Davontry's last year" she an
swcred. 1T was all white, and
panoled In gold The hangngs were
of white satin with heavy gold fringe
and tnssols; the carpet was of thick
white velvet, and the couchese and
chairs were covered with white satin.
IT you wish me to consult my own
taste, Basil | should like the same"
Nothing could lie more beautiful"
he said, How rooms after time,
seem To partakc of the characters Of
those who live In them | was
looking round Glen this morning, and
trying to picture you ms you Will be
when you are mistress thcrc 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
at Glen; tnnclcd YOU standing In
the drawtns-room, receiving visitors
with the same grace AZ here went
purposcly into the breakfast room
that ! might try to Imagine what It
would be like when your dear face
shono there, when, morning after
morning, | should soc YOU thCre OPP
nostO to me, thought Of the
months and years that would pass
while We should he together |
wondered what life would bring to
us. Leah There IL no limit TO
thought, he continued "a tried to
forsee what the coming years would
be like Lcnh-if over, MS they passed
we should have little auarrels, little
Coolucssos. MS other people do"
"Nevcr my love-novcr," she sail,
"My viii must always submit to
yours,
81 wondered ir we should like the
same people, make the same friends,
share tho same tastes, A whole life
seemed to pass In review before me
Then wondered Il either one or the
othcr would he stricken down by
dangerous illness. and which would
Gio first"
Il have often wondered which o'
us would die first, Basil, she said
cliugiug TO him as though not even
death should take him away.
Leah" he said suddenly, have
YOU soon beautiful little poem
called An Untimcly Thousht?' II is
supposed to- be written by 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.
81 wonder what day of the week?
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