Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1909-07-30
CHAPTER V.

Ianthe sat staring out OF the carriage
window as the train rushed southwark.
The parting from her old home had been
far more terrible than she had ever i'm
agined. All the female servants had been
IN tears; Miss Dawson had wept openly;
lanthe herself had been quite unable to
help joining in the general mourning
Even her grandfather had for a moment
seemed a little moved as he said good
bye.
"Of course l should like to hear from
you" was his last remark, and it was
uttered with lurking smile Not for a
moment did this strange old man imagine
that Ianthe would remain with her
father. He expected that in the course
of few weeks he would receive a wild
appeal to let her return to the home she
had despised. He had not made up his
mind yet how he would respond He had
told her, of course, that he would never
take her back. Once before he had said
the same thing to her mother and he
had been better than his word. He sup
posed that the same thing might very
well occur again. During the week that
had passed he had had time to get over
the first wild outburst of wrath. The
girl was showing more spirit than he
had given her credit for possessing, and,
for the first time in her life, he felt a
real interest in her
Her quaint little speech as she departed
caused him to chuckle with grim amuse-
ment. Nothing could have been more
chillingly proud than the way in which
she thanked him for all his kindness "in
the name of her father and herself"
She had not yet forgiven him for the
way in which he had spoken of her
father, and in his heart the old man ad-
mired her for it. He vowed, as he looked
at her proud young face, that he would
make it easy for her when she came
| back.
| Ianthe could not read the thoughts
behind that stern visage. She could not
however fail to see and resent the half
contemptuous smile with which he finally
babe her good bye; she could not fail to
understand why he said in that particu-
lar tone that he would be glad to hear
from her. She vowed in her hot young
heart that whatever happened he should
only know what was good Anything
else she could easily keep to herself
| Now, as she sat in the train. Ianthe
! tried to picture what she was going to
| IL
could not even imagine life without
hills and woods and Creams as its sur
roundings. She imagined as we'll as she
could a town house of the kind she had
read about. 1t would be very tall and
narrow, she supposed, probably rather
| gloomy, but very comfortable and up-to-
| date. There would be electric ight-a
delightful novelty after lamps. She
would have to learn to keep house and
look after servants.
Her father would perhaps be busy all
day, she did not know, but in the even
ing, after dinner, they would have cosy
evenings together. She would play or
read to him, or perhaps he would take
! her to theatre or concert. She would
get to know other girls of her own sta
ton, and would have friends of her
own. 1t would all be very delightful.
Her spirits gradually rose, and by the
time they had reached Glasgow she was
in state of wild excitement.
81 wonder how / shall know father
at the station?" she asked of Miss Daw-
son, who was in a most gloomy and
taciturn frame of mind.
81 don't expect he will be there she
responded. 'He'will be at business most
likely"
"Oh," said Ianthe, ''but an artist can
always leave his work."
Miss Dawson looked at her com
passionately. An artist! She thought
of the photographers studio, of whose
existence Iantbe did not know.
"At least he will send a carriage" said
the hopeful Ianthe.
my dear child, hope you don't expect
to have carriage" said Miss Dawson.
ct is only the very rich people in town
| who have carriages. Don't be SO absurd"
| The platform at the station filed
| Iauthe with bewilderment. Never in her
life had she seen so many people OF
heard so much noise. No person had
come to meet them, and when the girl
had finally subsidized into a cab her
tongue was strangely silent, and she sat
| looking out at the squalid streets with
ewes full of alarm. She had pictured
a splendid city shining in the sun. What
she saw was a serious of dingy streets,
filed with people hurrying along in the
mud and the rain, under aleaden sky. a
Some time no doubt they would get.
out of those throughfares and into the
residential part of the city; but on and
on went the cab, and there was no change
in their surroundings. Even Miss Daw-
son thought there must be some mistake
when the man finally drove up to the
curb in a noisy street, and. descending
from his perch, announced their arrival
Miss Dawson looked out. Yes, the
man was right. There was the photo
graphic studio with "Macqueen" in large
letters above the door.
81 think this is all right" she said TO
Ianthe.
But / see no houses, only shops!'
cried the girl. "It can't be right"
There are houses above" said Miss
Dawson hastily. "You can't expect a
studio to be on the ground floor. l see
your fathers name above this door"
Ianthe mechanically got out. Surely
this horrible place could not be her
home? What she saw was narrow en-
trance between two large shops with
frames full of photographs. Certainly
the name Maceueen seemed to be every
where, but there must be some mistake.