The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1909-11-24
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Iaround her shoulders, came out
and offered her hand cordially.
This mistress of the Doric pill
lars did not say, Lets see your
hand" She did not even gaze at
it, but sat talking with Lydia
about herself and her home before
the war, when she was a young
girl.
"My father was a colonel under
Gen. Lee, my dear, but after the
war was over he could not bear
to stay in the south, where he had
lost half of a rich mans estate.
So we came north, and l married
a northerner. You see, this house
is reproduction of the old plan
tation, house. My husband was a
practical business man, and this
beautiful seclusion never appeal
led to him. We separated after
Ted was almost grown, and / new
er knew where he went. Ted is
gone now, too. Last year was
his last in college, and he may
not be home much now, either,
though the university Is not far
away, where he will teach.
"You see. my dear, that / wish
to keep tight hold of what I may,
now that / am old; Sambo and
Chloe and the old furnishings"
Lydia, all at. once, conceived a
love for the silver poplars and the
SALIVA and the ivied columns. Her
impulsiveness allowed no re-
straint: 81 love this place. /
could live here always, contented,
I know, IL i didn't have to work
--" she broke off, her eyes
wandering over the hills seen
through the poplar boughs.
You have been used to making
lots of money!" came wistfully
from the little, old lady. with the
beautiful eyes and the filmy
shawl.
Lydia wanted to fib, but the
sound of footsteps swift on the
gravel kept back an answer.
The next thing she knew the
snowy shawl had fallen from an
active figure going down the
steps, that was gathered up by
big, young man with several days
growth of beard on his face. HE
Just got back from a geological
expedition-" the mother cried
before introducing them.
There was one swift glance of
admiration passed to Lydia, and
she. without knowing why, hated
the thought of the weakened vii
lage. And the city's spires and
domes and smoke flashed before
her as small, as the hills through
the poplars called her whole heart.
Mother, this is a pretty happy
hour with me-" Robert did not re-
alize that his eyes wandered
across to. Lydia just then. you
know that McAllister and I ex-
pected to get back in time for our
specimens to be placed in school
for the first recitation, but we got
hemmed in by a storm, and-well
we'll, mother, l found father. He
was very i'll; we nursed him back
to life, and he is now in the vii
lage. a miner, rich as Croesus, and
wanting to see"
"Oh. Robert. Robert, where is
hep
Lydia stayed all day, and for
many days to come. There was
such mutual admiration society
formed that Lydia never went
back to stenography and the city,
because Robert carried her away
to those hills seen through the
poplars one day, and begged the
|eternal answer.
There was only one thing In the
world now that palled on her. and
that was the meaning of that adj
|vertisemant.
Why, my DEAR" answered her
|inother-to-bes to the question.
1.-THE only things OF great value /
then possessed were my Hayiland
,and cut glass. thought when
Robert married he might not be
liable to afford a maid, and he
|eouldn't afford to havo wife that
would break my dainty glasses.
and he couldn't have q wife who
hndn't q tndr'r izen& 2 $1,000.
50 yon're q schemer. mother