The Newark journal., 1907-10-04
INFO THE INNER R M OST
By ANNIE L. NTUZZEY
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Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)


 (Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
 The Harlands were just moving into their new house-a tent-like structure in close proximity to the Queen Anne cottage of Mrs. Laura Mortimer Law renee. who had watched the develop ment of the unpretentious building with chagrin and disdain.
 Curious, isn't it?" she remarked to her son Hugh, With a scornful eye on the household goods unloading at her neighbours door. Very curious that poor people cannot have the sense to perceive the folly of an attempt to set themselves up as owners of real es- tate, when the effort to do so results in an ugly blot, offensive to the refined and cultivated taste of the beholder."
 Having returned the present eve ming from a years absence abroad, this was the young mans first outlook on neighborhood changes.
 Why, really, do you know that I think that rather picturesque affair on the whole?" he resumed, observing critically, for the first time, the object
 
 Hugh leaned forward, his languid eyes opening wide with sudden inter- est as girl with a mist of sunny hair blowing back against the broad black brim of the hat framing her hap lpy face, ran out and, catching some article from the household furnishings unladen at the door, disappeared like a flash of light within.
 "Ah!" he breathed. Who are these people, mother?" he questioned, pres ently, vainly waiting for reappear- ance of the figure which had attracted his attention. Have you made their acquaintance
 q? No. indeed," was the dignified response. Mrs. Thompson, however, has volunteered to explain to me that they are eminently respectable. The father is hard-working, but imprac- tical sort of person, always dream ing out inventions that never meet with adoption; the eldest, and only son is carpenter aspiring to become an architect; one of the daughters is "a wood carver. and the other gradu- ate of the cooking school, and em- ployed at very high prices by some of our first families to prepare fancy dishes for special occasions, going to their houses like a common servant. Think of that And the whole family contributing I am told, to the erection of this uncivilized structure, which appears to be the first property they have ever possessed
 "A laudable enterprise.' remarked Hugh Lawrence.
 It was not long before Hugh was on very soeiable terms with his new neighbors, whom, however, his mother still ignored. In every member of the family he found a genial and in- teresting companion, though he was unable to approach Miss Ethel in the friendly relations already established with the frank, brotherly Sibyl.
 True, Ethel was entertaining and re- Sponsive in a matterof-fa.ct imperson- al way, but while the dark-haired Sibyl would talk of herself as frank ly and freely as of any other interest ing topic, Ethel would withdraw with a touch-me not air and remain icily uncommunicative whenever he ven tured to broach the subject of per Scnal feelings and affairs.
 Even more than by this repellant quality Lawrence was piqued by the girls failure to recognize him outside her own house. Time and again he had met her upon the street and she had given no token whatever of ac quaintanceship with him; though, per haps only the previous evening he had by her own fireside talked with her of art, science, literature and kindred subjects with which she was familiar. with sympathetic interchange of sentiment which had seemed to him to constitute a bond of friendship. This fact annoyed him more than he felt was reasonable. He was veXed with his own chagrin.
 His inward resentment of such rude ness eliminated one day when, ap- preaching his mothers house after morning walk he saw just nearing side gate, the slight, erect figure of Miss Ethel, attired in plain stuff gown, its straight length relieved by white breadth of apron, and her sunny itendrils of hair pushed under a de mure cap that encircled her head not exactly like the aureole of a saint.