Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1905-02-08


darker shade; the lamp shades We're III
the form Of primroses; the white paint
of the woodwork. even, caught the re
Election and possessed an added delicacy.
tor-that number of years from when
she was IA to now, to be exact have
never been astonished at anything she
chose to do. For the first time the change
staggered me.
Isn't it charming?" said Phoebe, as
sat down with slight gasp.
The only adjective [ could remember
was quite inadequate.
remark.
I thought q minute and remembered
that fer the last six months the room
had been a pale rose.
Il am so sorry"
She was surveying the room With pride,
but looked back to me quickly.
''What for?" she said, as ungrammat-
ically as the jaclldaw of hallowed mem
Dry.
About the lamp [ answered
The lamp?" she queried.
yes; that the lamp should have
smoked and spoiled ii" I answered. at
looked so pretty
When Phoebe looks scornful (ycu can
take it from me- you wish you hadn't
spoken. [ wished [ hadn't spoken then
Suddenly realizing what was expected
of me. | hazarded:
The expectation Of future" I was
SO obviously fabberga sted (as she her
self would say that she never even ac-
cused me of sarcasm.
Look at mel" she said
IT Is q DrocpedinU To y1hicb T hoyo
never had any objection [ looked She
was dressed in dark red dress, nearly
hidden with crowds Of some filmy white
material. She always wears filmy things
1t Is passionate soul in the icy grip
OF reahsm," she informed me gravely.
II any one can tell me the correct re-
tort to such statement [ shall be glad.
Again | looked round the room, and my
glance rested on the piano Thanks, |
suppose, to its iron frame, it managed to
support a small florists shop of white,
yellow and bronze chrysanthemlfms The
back was draped to match her dress, dark
rcd shining through white and gold.
1t looked SO charming that | could not
suppress an exclamation of approval
You know Geo. Farrant?" she asked
| bowed stltly, for [ do not like c. T.
lie has written a song to carry out
the idea of the ROOM" she went on. and
having given me some tea, went over to
the piano.
| put down by cup and listened.
Dvorak himself, [ believe, would have
found it difficult to discover any melody
III that music, and as for the words-well.
they were just like George Farrant.
The first verse went something like
this:
AS sit at the edge of the flame,
Rushing, the wind goes past,
Catching, however l strain
All of my hopes in its blast.
All, Love! Could ! see thee again,
Feel but thy hand in my hand,
Sc. would I give
That [ might live
For thee. All, Lover
The 'Ah, Lovel" was repeated about
six times at the end Of each verse. |
heard two, but that is no reason why
everybody else should suffer.
[ do not know how much more George
Farrant had written like that, but the
second verse proved pretty conclusively
that he had exhausted his ideas when he
finished the title.
AS she rose from the piano I took both
her hanus in mine.
''Phoebe!" [ said, and if ever a man
put all his soul into one word [ told her
then-how [ hate George Farrant.
[ seemed to see the whole of the room
at once, the white and yellow toning
down into a rich gold
"A passionate soul in the icy grip of
realism! Does it feel like that?" [
asked.
Just then her mother came in, dressed
in particularly bright heliotrope.
"Ies" gasped Phoebe.
We both looked at her mother After
the due Romantics she sank back into
an armchair-wlich she filed
"Your new dress has come, Phoebe"
she said
I had hastily dropped S'the passionate
SOULS" hands, and felt that some remark
was needed from me to relieve the ten
sion.
What does it mean?'' [ cried.
1t was Phoebe's turn to look grateful,
and she did it to perfection, while her
mother explained the dress as lucidly as
is possible for woman
ut is all black" she said covered
with sequins of gold and jet. The bodice
is swathed across with white rosebuds,
and there is a garland of white roses on
the shoulder
[ looked at Phoebe inquiringly.
1T is tie birth of golden hope from
the darkness of despair she explained
solemnly. "Will you write me a song
for it?
Very guardedly I promised to try.
| really did try, but [ never got any
further tnan the study of dress1naker's
bill, which [ have lately had to pay
never mind Whv.-London Free Lance.