The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1908-05-20
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I By CLARISSA MACKIE. !
U Copyrighted, 1908, by Associated !
|. Literary Press.

iiailce interrupted hef
'Reason!" he snorted contemptuous-
~. There Is no such word ms reason
in Il woman's vocabulary"
Miss Lamson arose from her seat
and surveyed him with cool hauteur
You forget yourself, Mr.. Seymour.
Remember, please, that you have not
now and never viii have the right to
address me in that manner. beg you
Will excuse me, sir. Good night" She
swept from the room while Seymour
stared miserably after her.
Five ten, fifteen minutes passed, and
Pauline did not return. Then Seymour
got upon his feet and taking his hat
and stick left the house with sense
of deep injury, somewhat tempered by
the knowledge that he was entirely in
the wrong. If Polly wanted the dining
room on the south side of the new
house they Were building. what mat
teri
Ills own wishes We're for cool.
shady dining room on the north side of
the house, while the library occupied
the sunny southern exposure. where
Pauline could have blooming plants In
the windows and where he could see
her bright head bending over her sew
Ing when he looked up from his work
What evil spirit had tempted him to
argue the question with her and to act
Hike an unmannerly brute? Now there
would be no home at all. He turned
In ut the club and spent the evening In
solitary wretchedness.
| Miss Lamson made dignIfied haste to
her own room, where she locked the
| door and contided to her pillow that
Bob Seymour was n sour, cross, crab
bed old thing and that she was glad
they would never be married Upon
this reflection she sobbed more bitterly.
Finally, when the fury of her brief
mental storm had subsidized, she heard
the closing of the front door and the
echo of familiar footsteps ON the pave.
ment dying into silence.
She sat up energetically.
pauline Lnmson, you are little
fool!' she soiloquized. "If Bob wants
the library ON the south side of the
house, what difference does II make to
you? He has To work In there most of
the day, while the dining room Is only
used at mealtlmes, and 1t doesn't mat
| ter where 1t IL. Now there won't be
any library, north or south, nor any
dining room nor anything. for cannot
go back on my word. A I.amson never
does thatv'
She sobbed herself Into q most un-
pleasant slumbcr, which was broken
by frequent lapses into wnlefulness,
and at last II gray morning dawned.
And all the mornings and afternoons
were gray after that, for Bob Seymour
did not come to sue for pardon, and
neither did Pauline send the little note
which would have brought him repent
ant to her feet
1t was Seymour pride against Lam
son pride, and so Love drew his rosy
mantle about him and spread his wings
to be about other and more profitable
business
| 81 came by the new house today,
| Pauline, ana II Is dear!" Emile
Raymond helped herself to another
! bonbon from the dish OH PaulIne's ten
table and nlbbled 1t appreclatlveIy.
| "YesW Pauline's voice was faint.
and there was pink flush In either
| cheek.
"Yesw mlmicked Miss Raymond pet
ulantly. "Your Indifference Is well as
sumed, Polly. dear, but
"Emilie," said Pauline. with sudden
decision. Il must tell you'll haven't
| told another soul-that Bob Seymour
and ! are not going to be marrIedw
Miss Raymond uttered n surprised
| shrek.
"Polly Lamson, what do you mean?
Why, | was talking with Bob not five
| minutes ago-he was standing on the
steps of the new house-and from
what he said She paused with EN-
| barrassment and busted herself with
the bonbon dish
"What did he sayT Pauline's tone
was Jelly cold.
| "Why--now, dear, of course l don't
understand anything about the matter,
but he said when limited that would
like to go over the house, Mrs. Sey
mour will have that pleasure in the
| SPRING and he smiled 50 naturally
| tnut Suppo5tu ono ioohVd VA
pressively at her friend.
at IL probably some one else--some
other girl" smiled Pauline stifiy.
at might be-" was the dsconcerting
reply. Il did see him talking to Linda
Burton the other day, and Just as |
passed them Linda was saying,
much prefer the library in green too
didn't think anything about 1t at the
time, but-Lfnda Is certainly attrac-
| tive"
LINDA Is II dear" gushed Pauline.
pouring herself another cup of tea.
well" remarked Emile practically,
"of course I'm surprised to hear that
your engagement Is broken, but /
must say that Linda Burton can GER
tainly make that house look like
dream. She Is an artist"
"That Is So" said Pauline soberly.
"EInda's gowns are lovely"
after Emile Raymond had futtered
| away to another tea table and proba-
| Dry to other condolences Pauline fled
to her own room, where she spent
very quiet hour. Then just as the
dusk was falling she donned her wraps
and crept out of the house and along
the avenue to that pleasant cross
street whereon stood the house OF dis
senslon, the house that had been built
with love as adviser and architect.
Pauline approached 1t timidly from
the opposite side of the street She
would rather die than meet Bob Sey-
mour in that vicinity. She could dimly
see that the house was quite complet-
ed, lawn graded and turfed with
green, and-strange to relate-it was
Illuminated from top to bottom, ana
there were people moving about IN
side. She slipped across the street and
entered the yard. Along the north wall
of the, house ran tagged path to the
rear, and when she had walked along