The broad ax. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1895-19??, 1911-08-05
ST. MARTINS
SUMMER
And the Romance It Warmed
Into Happy Realization.
BY VIRGINIA L wENrz

0--------% "-CA NAG ofAAI u NApcucoo
which seems to have fed once more
holds the land with its Intoxicating
breath The fields were studded with
tiny Aichaelmas daisies, and the
hedgerows were brilliant with early
goldenrod, but somehow you fancied
You smelled the scent OF the roses and
mignonette as well
There was quite a group Of people
out on the small hotel veranda, and
most OF them were gossiping. Spin
ming up the poplar shaded country
road was a smart little trap. Across
the tennis courts the occupants were
plainly visible. They were James
Walsh and Mrs. John Burgess.
Il say. girls" cried one Of the group
on the veranda, its a crying shame
to let that elderly person cut us out
with the richest man we have up here
crying shame. that's what it is! And
don't think any Of us has an atom
OF grit or go or we'd take the wind
out Of Mrs. Burgess sailsP'
why, she must be all Of a hun
dredT" exclaimed another.
They say that Mr.. Walsh knew her
years ago. Wonder where he picked
her up. In the ark. guess"
ooh, my dear. long before that
drawled another mOckingIy. Long
before Noah's time women had ceased
to do their hair In that absurd fash
ION"
Then the quiet girl with the en-
broidery on her lap spoke softly:
"She has a lot Of hair anyhow. and
it's beautiful. and the way she dresses
It suits her features. She reminds me
Of Albert Durer's Madonna"
who's that, Miss Tyson?" inter
rupted a young fellow in tennis fan
nels, suddenly appearing in the door.
way. who's Ike Durer's MadonnaT-
I'VE were speaking Of Mrs. Burgess"
answered Miss Tyson without even
looking up from her embroidery.
'MadonnaT Folderolr' cried III,
other girls IN concert. "She's a plain
quiet poke OF a woman and a desigT
ing one at that She's encourage
him fearfully."
You see, Miss Tyson" obServ
Billy, the young chap in fannelS.
get only one or two big matrimo
catches a season up here. It's Wa
Of time nowadays TO listen TO the
pecunious ardors Of early youth. c.
sequently"-
BflIy's words were Analogue
enough, but the comprehensive lit
sweep which he made with his Glanc,
and sun Drowned hand, including We
randa, girls and all, was inimitably
drolL Miss Tyson's gray eyes laughed
appreciatiyely.
They were such nice understanding
gray eyes. thought Billy. Twas q
shame that embroidery should engross
30 much Of their attention. Even now
she showed signs Of taking it up again.
and to avoid such a catastrophe Billy
proposed a game OF tennis.
IAN right" said Miss Tyson cheer
fully, folding the BIT Of linen about the
tiny hoop and slowing It away in a
tiny bag.
-
The fancied likeness between Mrs.
John Burgess and the Madonna" Of
Durer was not without some basis.
There was. indeed. a similarity in the
weary features, more interesting than
beautiful, and In the doIOrous, some
what constrained grace OF the stately
figure.
Mrs. Burgess was a woman Of forty
i've. Her manner, her aspect. was thai
Of one who had long since ceased
/ wishing to attract. In point OF fact.
the wish had never been pronounced
/ Since her husbands death. which haG
4 occurred ten years previously. she had
l never worn a color. II Is to be sup
| posed that Mr.. Burgess had loved her
His had been her first and only offer
/ Of marriage. but in her girlhood her
heart had been given TO another. /
Il Most people who knew Mrs. John
Burgess thought Of her as the motheI
| Of her children. She had a son In the
west who was making great ventures
| A cattle and horses. and she had I
II married daughter In Paris who was
writing her constantly Of her social tri
umphs and prosperity. Yes. her chill
dren were full OF their own plans AMI
\ projects. and once or twice lately Mrs
Burgess had been a hit SURPRISED Il
ind herself feeling q I.tle lonely and
II forgOtten-a chill presage OF the au
tumn winds Of life. Her. summer. In
deed. had town.
Then. Just at the correct pSychologi
cal moment. he came-the man q
whom as q girl she had given her heart
An. where were the chill autumn
winds now? II was st. Martins sum
mer instead.
James Walsh was 4 middle aged
portIy, rich man and a widOwer. ID
had married somewhat early in his ca
reer a noted beauty. A fortnight d
wedlOck had convinced him that b
and his bride had not a single tastI
In common. but. being a businesslfk'
man. on his, return from his tour d
noce he'd sized Up the matter IN TIT