The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1911-04-08
Miss Travers' Transformation
Copyright. lsil BY Associated Literary Prsss)

Yes. There are too many of us here
there is no romance"
| Il had not noticed 1t. have studied
so hard"
Come with me tomorrow into the
woods" he pleaded. II want to show
you soma of my old haunts."
You must 60 alone" she stated. Il
have so many things to do"
In the morning he went on, taking a
dog with him, and gun in the hope Of
birds. In the evening 1t began to rain,
and he came home In the gray drizzle.
AS he neared the cottage he saw q
point of light in the window. He half
wished that Alec might be there In the
shadows cooking their bachelor dinner
over the Goals. He knew that he would
be met by Swedish perfection and
French volubility. His wife would be
upstairs studying.
AS he opened the front door he saw
that there was no light in the living
room nor In the hall. He went to the
foot Of the stairs and called; no one
answered. He made his way toward
the back of the house, and heard light
steps in the kitchen. He opened the
door and stopped In amazement-
At table in the middle of the room
his wife was beating eggs. She wore q
little blue linen gown and a white
scrap of an apron. Her hair was braid
ed simply and wound about her head.
and she looked very young and girl
ish.
What are you doins?" Arnold de-
manded.
She flashed a smile at him. ma
king an omelet"
Where are the maidsr
Il sent them away. wanted to b
alone with you"
Good" he said heartily.
1 AS she fitted from one thing to an
other. doing her work somewhat unhan,
Oily, he watched her with delight On
the stage, everywhere. she had seemed
so remote until now. she had been q
sort of goddess-woman. not wife In
the intimate, close domestic sense.
And all at once he knew that It WA
the hearth woman that satisfied him
best
He helped her joyously, making the
toast. broiling the birds that he had
brought. peeling dish of peaches.
They ate their dinner with the little
table drawn close to the big fireplace.
Arnold kept on his corduroys, and his
wife did not change her dress. It waa
their first release from formality In
their welded life.
1T is the best ever" Arnold said
with enthusiasm. You have always
been q sort of q dream lady to me be
fore. For the first time you are q real
woman"
But can't do this always" she told
him. I'VE must have maids, you
know"
But now know that you can do IT,
he said, that you can come out of the
clouds and touch real things for q lit
tie while.
| II believe it is the real me-" she said
whimsically, this housewifely part Of
me. There was grandmother who was
the wife Of dairy farmer. remember
when l was q little girl used to watch
her make tarts and cookies. and II
seemed to me II could do things like
that when grew up that life would be
perfect. Then found that could act
and was switched on from my proper
destiny" She smiled at him. Per.
haps shall switch myself back again.
And make tarts. and cookies for the
rest of your life?"
She shook her head. "Oh, NO, but
I'd like to be what they represent Yet
have l right to do IT. Doesn't my
genius belong to the worldr
1T Does" he assured her. But Lis
ten. six months wen come up here and
live like any common couple. and the
other six months the world may have
you"
That was why the world wondered
when. ut last the famous Miss Travers
retired from the stage.