Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1912-07-11
AN EXPENSIVE
LADY
By JOANNA SINGLE
tcopyrisht, 1911. BY Associated Literary Press

copyright, 1911. by Associated Literary Press
The Folwells' French car purret
extensively at the door, and the
French chauffeur, Gustave, aristo
.crat1cally bored, looked 1mmovably
ahead and awaited his young mis-
uess, rejecting that he would have
to break the speed limit if she made
her train. Her trunks had gone to
the station the day before. The
dachshund on the back seat of the
tohneau yawned in the face of the
beautiful morning in early Septem
Der.
Finally Miss Katherine Folwell ap.
peared, perfect in black broadcloth
She was palpably not intended fol
l1fe's grim realities. She would have
been out of place in any setting less
than luxurious. She knew this. Just
year ago she had told David Rob.
ertson SO, and as he had never been
sure he even wanted to be rich, he
dropped out of her life so effectually
that it hurt. She had not thought
ne would take her at her word. So
Ife bored her, which was why she
had promised to go abroad with the
Cheneys-she hadn't seen May since
their college days, though they lived
Tar out In some suburb and had only
lately inherited enough money to JUS
ufy tr1ps-and leaving their two chill
dren
Gustave Strengthened and gasped-
politely-as his mistress took her
seat and gave her order.
ITO the country anywhere! I've
given up my trip" she said.
He touched his cap, and they were
off.
Il couldn't have endured it," she
said half aloud"-the old round of get
ting away from yourself in dirty for
e1gn places. I've got to live with my
self anywhere l go, and like it here
as we'll as any place. The country is
at least peaceful
The car slipped up the avenue,
past the clangor of downtown,
through the residence district, from
woodsy suburbs toward the river
road. The sun was hot, but the
fresh wind cooled her cheek. Finally
they were gliding slowly past pretty
little cottages, wide apart, flower
surrounded, almost real country.
Then, without warning, the car
stopped with a jar, and Gustave, all
apology, was out trying the ma
chinery. He ended by crawling be-
meath the motor, ana after much
tinkering, came out hot and explana-
tory. She was deaf to explanations
She didn't care
Pardon, but the sun is hot. It
may take an hour to mend Will
Ma'amselle seek a cool spot? That
garden, perhaps?" He waved with
Gallo grace at cottage they had
passed where children played in q
garden.
She soothed Gustave's excitement
with smile and wandered up to
the place. This was the sort of
thing David Robertson had dreamed
she might share with him, bunga-
low guarded by a private hedge and
sentinel row Of flaming holly
hooks. She, too, had been among
dream possessions - then she saw
the children, blonde, rosy little peo-
pie, and brought herself up with
start. She would not let herself in
clude children In her reverie of
David His income could never have
brought the dream of his love into
reality. Katharine spoke to the lit
tie ones hanging over the gate
Good mornin'," answered the six
year-old immovably.
"'Lo," placidly returned the four
year-old boy. Does you love holly
hocks?"
Katharine said that she adored
them Then she explained about the
brolien-doWn motor and asked If she
could come in their garden a WHILE
Would their mother care? They
were suddenly solemn
Mothers gone to the end of the
world she said quantity, "and Mrs.
Scott is drefful sick and Auntie Bess
is to her house and we're to stay
right here SOS she can see us till
breathless sentence, as the child
chung to her little brother. Then
she opened wide the gate.
I'm sorry bout the car, an you
can come in an play with us If you'll
be good"
She sank down on the green grass,
removed her hat and tried to WOO
the shy boy to give her kiss He
would not, but broke a handful of
hollyhocks without stems and put
them gravely in her lap. The girl,
Janey, was hanging over a bed of
mignonette like white butterfly.
When Gustave's hour and more had
passed, Katharine looked up from
her clumsy telling Of the story Of
the three BEARS" to hear more ex-
cuses He could not repair the ma
chine IT would have tn he tOwad in