The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1904-06-22
6be Unruly Member.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.


You would have recognized Rose
Lodge as the residence of an unmar'
ried female, had you seen it in Rus
sia or Japan, or on the very shore of
the Ganges! 1t bore the unmistakable
impress of single blessedness on its
portlco and front steps-the box-edged
borders spoke it as plainly as If every
leaf and twig had been a voice.
The very dead leaves and fallen
rose petals did not have a chance to
wither away in peace on the closely
shaven grass, but were whisked away
with garden broom almost ere they
were fallen, and the flowers blowed
stiffly in geometrlcally shaped beds,
while love-in-idleness" and "bache-
ior's" buttons were not even tolerated
within the green-painted gates.
While the cottage opposite was such
a contrast. Built in the simple Gothic
style, its easements twined and shaped
with clematis and honeysuche, and its
garden walks a graceful wilderness of
bloom and fragrance, it had all the as
pect of an inhabitated Eden, and the
key of the difference between these
two cottages was that one was peo-
pied by young married couple, the
other by lady of certain age, and
very uncertain prospects Of matri-
mony.
my DEAR" said Mrs. Carroll-Miss
Cynthia Arran was receiving morning
visitors in her. blue, chintz-furnished
- ho hoA
up exactly after the description of the
boudoir of Lady Blanche Somebody iI
the last novel that she had perused-.
my dear, who are your neighbors?"
Miss Peckham put up her eyeglasses,
Mrs. johnson put aside the curtain to
obtain a better prospect and Miss Ar
ran answered carelessly:
"Oh, bride and bridegroom, / be-
iieve; Agnes Winston and her hus-
band!"
do you know them?"
"Only by sight"
For Miss Cynthia did not deem it
necessary to state that she had called
on the new arrival, but that Mr. and
Mrs. Winston, having somehow heard
of Miss Abrams reputation as gener-
al gossip, and female edition of Paul
Pry, had neglected to return the visit.
81 know all about EN-" said Mrs.
johnson, mysteriously, wagging the
roses in her bonnet front. HE used to
visit Amelia Raymond, didn't he? Peo-
pie always thought that would be a
match, until Agnes Brown came along.
He's lawyer, isn't he?"
yes" said Miss Arran; he's a
lawyer"
perhaps that's hep questioned Mrs.
johnson, with nod of the head to-
ward black-coated figure in the shad-
ow of some lilacs.
NO" Miss Arran answered, chats
gardener that comes by the day.
Frank Winston is too fine, it seems,
to trim and prune his own trees and
bushes. But he's in Boston just now
at least that is what their chamber
maid told my maid Of all work"
'In Boston!" crwied Mrs. Johnson,
elevating both hands; "and they not
married three months yeti"
II thought 1t looked bad" sighed
Miss Arran, but l make a point OF
never interfering with my neighbor's
business"
"Of all things, despise gossip" said
Mrs. Johnson. Does she seem to pine
much, dear?"
mot she" said Miss Cynthia, with a
toss Of her curls. Il just wish you
could hear her sing opera airs at that
plano"
Does he write to her?"
i've never seen the postman come
there yet, said Miss Arran, mourn
fully.
"Ah-h-h!" groaned Mrs. johnson
"That's what come of love-matches ]
never did believe in 'em, for my part
Well" rising to go, II am sorry they
are SO Ill suited to each other. If ]
was little acquainted with her, I'd
20 over to offer her some sympathy;
but folks do say she is too naughty
to appreciate any such attention
Pride must have fall, sooner or later
that's all I've got to say"
Mrs johnson took her leave, and
pretty young Agnes Winston, trimming
her roses In front of the Gothic cot
tage, never dreamed Of the beady blacl
eyes which were watching her, as the
elderly widow went by. Or perhaps
the sunshine would have been less ra.
diant, and a vague fear would have
overshadowed the glow and softness o.
the July atmosphere.
Mrs. Carroll had sat, and silently alb
sorbed the conversation in Miss Ar
rams boudoir. but she was not SO tact
turn at the next place at which sh'
called.