Watertown leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1909-1911, 1911-05-19
Miss Selma Lue.


Miss Selma I.ue
Friday, the 18th, dawned clear and
mild for Miss Cynthia, and the early
morning breezes that ruffled the fair
Of adventure, though they wakened
her long before the usual hour. She
opened her eyes on a window-framed
landscape with the down-river hills
and banks in the distance. She had
the feeling that she was going on
with q dream in the top Of the barn
In which she had been just about to
voice her admiration for the picture
to tall and glorifed Miss Selma Lue
IN gray knickerbockers, when her con-
sciousness formed complete connec-
ton and she sat up and stretched her
white arms with a smile The i'm
pertfnence Of the man to presume to
lures were wonderful!
As Miss Cynthia dressed in a leis-
urely way she found it hard to keep
her thoughts from straying to the
bluff and the barn. She had for more
than a week controlled the inclination
Of her feet to wander in that direc-
ton, and now she felt impelled to see
Miss Selma Lue and Blossom-and-
Oh dear! how she did love those pic
lures.
On her way downstairs she looked
cautiously in her mothers door and
found her awake and in the act of
taking her morning nourishment
Everything Mrs. Jackson Page did
was in the way Of ceremony, and
she received Miss Cynthia graciously
I'm a point-lace breakfast-cap.
How are you, mother, this lovely
morning." she inquired gently. Mrs
Jackson Page preferred to be spoken
to in cadences of deepest sympathy at
all times.
LAS we'll as I can ever hope to be-"
she answered languidly, though she
slipped with degree of relish the sec
ond cup Of coffee and began a bust
ness-like attack on a substantial tray
of breakfast the maid had set before
her Are you going in to town to-
day / had hoped you would look at
that house on University avenue If
I have to leave my ancestral home |
want a place Of abode suitable to our
position 1t will not be for long, l
am afraid, and after I am gone" she
raised lace handkerchief to her eyes
and left Miss Cynthia in doubt as to
whether she was bemoaning the pros
pect of her daughters bereft condi-
ton on University avenue or her own
on one of the streets said to be paved
With gold.
after proper degre Of concern and
consolation. Miss Cynthia beat hasty
retreat down the steps. The telephone
stopped her on her way to the outside
world and an animated conversation
ensued, conducted by Evelyn Branch.
who was up and doing far earlier than
was her wont.
"You dear thing" she hailed across
the city, ito be awake SO early! Did
you get your worm all right? l was
just calling to leave my number for
you I am so excited-I-"
'.Then I infer you did catch your
worm" laughed Miss Cynthia into the
telephone.
TT isn't q worm I am after: it's a
man"
s'Too early then, dear. unless you
want a brisk farmer"
Anything but, cher1e! Listen! do
you remember my telling you about
that perfectly delicious man l met In
Washington last winter?"
(Which one"
'There was only one-like him.
You know, it was Alan Kent, the art
isti told you about going to his
Studio and what a compliment Aunt
| Kate thought it was to have him ask
IS. Ton't you remember my telling
On about him? Ny dear. he was the