Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-12-22

Mrs. Lawrence Price, leaning back
in cushioned nook of her morning
room, seemed a heshy reproduction OF
tine Vatican figures carved, en-
broidered, painted upon its brilliant
furnishings.
Hers was that enamel-like colouring
and wealth of contour that harmonizes
with roses and corn flower blues in up
holstery and draperies, and the mystic
yelling of large windows where fragile
but fresh, crisp lace shuts out from
such fine ladies the too ardent Christ
mas sunlight.
That Amy Price knew well that it
was Christmas Day was evidenced by
a dazzling array of gifts, jewelry, brio
a-brdc, silver, delicate BITS of needle
work; in short, a veritable shop ful of
valuable articles, both for use and or
nament. Attached to each present
was a card or note bearing affection
ate wishes for her happiness now and
forever.
There was nothing of gratitude, not
even a suggestion of contentment IN
the fair lady's countenance or atti-
tude Her glance was resting upon a
note that lay upon her lap, and she
read it with a curling lip and such an
air of languorous scorn as great Juno
might have assumed upon suddenly
seeing her rival 10 escaping from her
thralldom.
Amy was holding out her feet to be
slippered, to the deft handling of a
maid. a pink of maid such as is sup
posed to step out of a bandbox. In
a box or out of box her airwould al
ways be dicreet and non-committal.
In a reverie that called for an an.
noyed knitting of her delicate brown
Mrs. Price stretched out a lace-clad
'selleIBSlo 10 xoq I9AIls pIBMol mIt
then leaned far back, silent, impress
sve. self-centered, face and form
Faulty faultless, icily regular, splen
didly null"
Apparently she was less moved by
the thrill of life around her from the
hoE days high tide than the china
stirred to the ringing of the church
chimes, the jingle of sleigh bells, the
crunching of light feet outside on the
snow-piled street, where voices were
ringing out continually full of laugh
ter and good cheer.
Even the glass lustres blinked back
at the light. The mirrors made rubies
of the holly berries glistening in the
fire flames. from logs that cracked
and whirled up sparks an drew out
1.-The rich pungent on doors of draping
sChristmas greens. and yes, the faint
haunting odour of little waxen bunch
of m,stletoe hanging over the hearth!
All, but who would care to kiss the
very daintiest of those chilly china
nymphs?
Presently Mrs. Price lifted from one
of the giftladen tables a small paper
pad and began studying it perfume
torily. holding it at arms length
away from the cigarette smoke that
hung like a mist about her shining
hair
PeFndpS Sne NdS duuA SsSlHS Ihe
maid. though she did not look at her
as she unused aloud. drawing a sort
of supercilious reproof to Fate. why
must Lucien trouble me continually
with these. kitchen episties? l give
him my ideas for luncheon or a din.
ner. donating a liberal faith in his
ability to carry them out. There my
contribution should end. But work
ing people seem to find iendish en-
ioyrrent in reminding their employers
of this and that disgusting detail Of
marketing or cooking Perhaps it is
done with a view of spo' ling their ap
petites. Lucien shall learn that the
value of my digestion is far beyond