The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1911-02-24
CHAPT Err 10.

The handsome townhouse OF How
ard Jeffries. the well-known banker, on
Riverside drive, was one OF the most
striking among the many imposing
millionaire homes that line the city's
splendid water front. Houses there
were in the immediate proximity
which were more snowy and had cost
more money, but none as completely
satisfying from the art lovers stand
point 1t was the home of a man who
studied and loved the beautiful for It's
own sake and not because he wanted
to astonish people with what miracles
his money could work. Occupying a
large plot on slightly elevated ground.
the house commanded fine view of
the broad Hudson. Directly opposite,
across the river, busy with steam and
sailing craft, smiled the green slopes
OF New Jersey; In the purplish north
frowned the Jagged cliffs of the precip-
itous Palisades.
The elder Jeffries, aristocratic de-
scendant of an old Knickerbocker
family, was proud of his home and
had spent large sums of money In
beautifying It. Built in colonial style
of pure white marble with long
French windows and lofty columns
supporting a fiat, rounded roof sur
rounded by broad lawns, widespread
ing shade trees and splashing foun-
tains, II was conspicuous landmark
for miles. The interior was full OF
architectural beauty. The stately en-
trance hail. hung with ancestral por-
traits, was of noble proportions, and
q superb staircase, decorated with
statuary, led off to tastefully decorated
reception rooms above. Tonight the
house was brilliantly Illuminated and
there was considerable activity at the
front entrance, where footman in
smart livery stood opening the doors
of the carriages as they drove up in
quick succession.
Mrs. Jeffries' musicales were always
largely attended because she knew
the secret Of making them interesting.
Her husbands wealth and her fine
house enabled her to entertain on a
o liberal scale, and she was q tactful
not only cultivated the right kind OF
people who were congenial to each
other, but she always managed to
have some guest Of special distinction
whom every one was eager to meet.
Her own wide acquaintance among
the prominent operate artists and her
husbands Influential position In the
nf
easy way Of furthering her social am
bitions. She would always invite
some one whom she could present as
the lion Of the evening. One week 1t
would be tenor from the opera house,
another time a famous violinist. In
this way she managed to create a lit
tie artistic salon on the lines Of the
famous political salons in which the
brilliant women of the eighteenth CEN
tury nodded public opinion in France.
Alicia knew she was clever and as
she stood admiring herself in front of
a full length mirror while awaiting
the arrival of her guests she congrat-
ulated herself that she had made a
success Of her life. She had won those
wealth and social position. She had
married a man she did not love, 1t
was true, but other women had done
that before her If she had not
brought her husband love she at least
was not a wife he need be ashamed
of. In her Paquin gown of gold cloth,
with sweeping train and jeweled
IL, har hot ohn
self handsome enough to grace any
mans home. 1t was indeed a beauty
which she saw in the mirror-the face
of a woman not yet 30, with the fea.
lures regular and refined. The eyes
were large and dark and the mouth
and nose delicately nodded. The face
seemed academically perfect, all but
the expression. She had cold, cal
culating look, and cynic might have
charged her with being heartless, oi
stopping at nothing to gain her owr
ends.
Tonight Alicia had every reason Il
feel jubilant. She had secured a so
cial lion that all New York would tall
about-no less a person than DR.
Bernstein, the celebrated psycholo
gist, the originator OF the theory o
scientific psychology Everything
seemed to go the way she wished; he
musicales were the talk OF the town
her husband had Just presented he
with the jeweled tiara which nov
graced her head; there seemed to b
nothing in the world that she coul,
not enjoy.
Yet she was not happy. and as sh
gazed at the face reflected before he
In the glass she wondered II the worl