Arizona republican., 1910-07-05

sE bottles !" Mary Chatwood said day, in
 \ a warmth, when she had planned a hat and tailor ,1ade sc:sn only discover that her husband had expended the necessary funds for strange looking copper vessel and twisted neck Ven etian flask neither of which would for personal adornment or comfort Why don't you get horse and wagon, John Chatwood, and drive about the streets call ing through your nose Ole rags nron! like the rest of the junk men YoUl to that, some day. Meantime how I to get along this Winter, without clothes?
 John Chatwcod was gentle soul.
 But don't you see Nary" he said paintvely, these things would have been gene, if hadn't nailed them just when did. You can get new hat and dress most any time"
 Oh | can! We'll then I'll have them new"
 T mean of course, when l-that is-when we have the money And you know such things soon go of style and not worth anything. Now, with these things the they go of style the they in style. They will be worth five times what paid for them pretty soon and if ever wanted to sell them"
 But you will You wouldn't sell of those copper pots of yours if you could get hundred times what it cost You wouldn't sell one if we were starv- ing you know you wouldnt!'
 Yes would too, Mary! I'd do it in a minute if really needed anything-if really needed 1t bad enough; but you know Mary, you've got good many hats, and dresses. and-and things. Anyway you can sell all the old traps. when I'm dead and gone Mebbe they'll bring a good price then and you can have all the dresses but of course, that settled it for the time.
 It not that Mary Chatwood did not for most of the and beautiful things for which John Chat wood spent good share of their otherwise sufficient income. She did care for them though her reasons likely to be other than those of her husband To him they revealed the history of nations their art, progress and decay. Even deeper his interest coector-that interest which is likely become pas sion, eventually IL Is believed that Mary Chat wood not far wrong in her estimate of her hus- bands ambition which she declared to al the old and battered copper and fat beled bot ties Tn the world, with place large enough to hold them and string of visitors to envy him their posses sion.
 For herself, she loved the things because they were beautiful and for their past She found great joy in lustrous fabrics from the looms of the East. She loved to curl among them to dream the and the history of the nterwoven strands that sembarbarc weavers had mingled, that dusky hands and slender feet of the Orient had pressed She could picture a and wove into the magic hues and patterns thousand and one Arabian entertainments for herself alone.
 But when her floors, her walls, and her cell ngs, had been welnigh covered with these marvellous things and when night John Chatwood had brought home almost an exact duplicate of of his rarest pieces because, he said the who them both had been dead hundreds of years and there only these two examples in all the word-when later, it developed that he had expended this purchase amount which to have paid for very pretty party she had panned-then Mary Chatwood gave it ou rather authortatively that their rug collection plete
 But there other worlds to conquer. From rugs to tapestries seemed natural transition From tapes tries, the downward way to old schooi-samplers easy, then, with sudden shit to beaten and wrought metals and later, to the bottles of strange lands and other days.
 Birdcages followed the dialogue with which this story opens-birdcages of all nations and of every age They were rather handsome too some of them, and Mary Chatwood at first resigned. But when there were many in the parlor and library good taste would permit with surplus that filled the spare upstairs and oyerhowed into the garret and when it became last question of choice between furlined opera cape and some former and far-off song birds battered but not inexpensive habtationa thing she could neither wear, carry the theater-John Chatwood sighed find that the wife of his bosom elected to take the article of apparel which made it necessary for him to the cage credit and slip it into the garret surreptitiousy, by night
 But winter suits. opera capes and home parties trivial and temporary needs Within Mary Chatwoods heart lay a dream and q desire vital and more expensive than any of these For many as ten au- tumns she had planned trip to the Mediterranean-to Rome and Naples, and the stint villages and vine clad slopes of Italy John Chawcod had abetted these plans to the point of selecting the steamer, but always just the critical moment certain had occurred; sale other opportunity to add his collections and the needed funds had gone creasing value but which seemed cold and unsatsfyng and afforded but poor comfort to the heart of Mary Chatwood When her Uncle Chester died she had determined her share of the money for the Med terranean trip But Uncle Chesters estate long in being settled There property to be sold and year after year dragged by while the end seemed There autumn at last when Mary Chatwood avowed she would wait no longer. They were going to Italy, she said, about Christmas time If Uncle Chesters money came, they would it. If not then ii for her husband to provide the
 Chatwoods face grew long.
 But you see, Mary, bought that peach-bloom vase at the Deland sale"
 
 thing else Of course, if Uncle Chesters money had come, it wouldn't matter. The is beautiful and love ii. Besides, it belonged to Marie Antoinette-"
 "Let's-lets look through what we've got, Mary" he said, presently, without enthusiasm.
 Mrs Chatwood regarded him with deep sympathy, half reentng Then she hardened her heart. To- gether they to look through their possessions Often before they had done this, though with the purpose
 They began rather silently in the half-lit parlor where draperes hung close about the walls and made the floor soundless to their tread Here and there from among them, some ruddy copper vessel sent like gleam of fire its deep and changing glow, while in acove and corners the and wonderful fur niture of forcfathers revealed in graceful curve and simple line From the ceiling and in the window arches of the decorative cages hung pendant and along the mantel and above the doors in curious nchcs and cabinets, displayed few Of those marvellous bits of glass created when bote-makng art and not trade. which some how have caught and held the hues of thousand and summers, to give them back to in million