The chronicle=news., 1912-12-02
The suTT0Ns' HOUSE.
BY I. M'poNALo.

quite within my rights. My husband.
however. is firm In the conviction that
fatally ruined my reputation for
good breeding. ! secretly think that he
believes me now beyond the pale He
Is still at the point where he sputters
Whenever ! auude to the subject!
"Of course. would not 10 around
looking into peoples windows In
town. When n person builds house
in town you know it's his castle and
you haven't any right on the premises
without an invitation. but when he
builds one In the country 1t Is n posi-
tive bid for inspection!
"Why. q new red barn Is a subject
for dinner table conversation for miles
around In the country and house II
a positive godsend. because every
body can explain ut length why he
doesn't like It.
The Suttons began building their
house out near the golf links early In
the spring and as il was merely across
the road from the eighth hole 1t was
quite tho thirg from the start to take
q recess at that point and cut across
the road and survey the hole In the
ground that was going to be the Sut.
tons cellar eventually. All OF us do.
clared every time we looked Mt 1t that
tho hoie was either too big. too small.
TOO shallow or too deep and nothing
could induce US to have n cellar like
II. When tho workmen began putting
Ia the foundations It was even more
exciting. because there are SO many
kinds Of foundations. Nobody who
looked Mt the Suttons' foundations
approved Of them.
I'VE all Sursled with Joy when tho
uprishts marking OF the partitions
were up and VIC could see where the
rooms were to be. According to va.
rious golf players who dropped over
there in one morning the living room
was farce. the dining room a crime.
the hnll joke and the bedrooms y
fright. Most people said the house
should have faced east instead OF
west. though there were n few in IN.
vor OF q southern view and some
voted for the north, which gave one
view OF the railway line and let
ono keep track OF tho trains that went
past.
The walls started in cobblestoucs
and that revived tagging interest. II
some one wnsn't telling about n cab
blostone house he knew of that fell
down Mt tho FIRST pun OF wind some
ono eluo was explaining how banal
md inartistic cobblestones were now
that they had grown so common. That
the second story was half timbered
only famed the flame. % 'Everybo
who sat around on the terrace to cool
of after q game got all heated up
ngain cxpostulating against the half
timbercd style.
THE SuttonR' house, in short, was
not u building: Il was an institution
without which tho golf club would
have fallen Nat. It made It all the
moro comfortable that the Suttons
were In Europe and the house was
helpless.
when tho Fielding girls came out
to spend the day ut the club with me
what was more natural than that ]
should take them over to see the Sut.
toms house? I thought they would
enjoy Eloatlns over It's deficiencies.
We tried tho front door. but It was
fastened and so was that at the
back. Evidently the carpenters had
finished their work and left.
Anyhow told tho Fielding girls,
I want you TO get glimpse OF the
inside. You never saw the like!'
so We strolled around to the side
and got box and stood on tiptoe
and hattened my face against the hv.
ing room window.
II found myself looking straight
into the interested eyes OF a perfectly
| strange nfan who seemed very much
at home In n wicker chair beside q
big table heaped with magazines and
! books and flowers and surrounded by
furniture! II you have never peeked
into q room In q house that did not
belong to you and found the owner
regarding you medltatively you cannot
understand my sensations.
MY face remained glued to the
pane. because l was too limp to take
It away. Tho strange man arose and
came out at the front door and around
to where we trembled and shrank
and regarded us politely. In voice
strangely not my own I stammered
foolishly that was showing my
friends the Sutton house. The strange
man then announced that he was Mrs.
sutton's brother and living there till
the arrival OF the family and he would
be charmed
Were you ever hypnotiz.d? Did
you ever dream of doing things that
curdled your soul with shame? Well,
l curdled rs we trailed after that re.
lentless man, who took US from attic
to cellar and had tho cruelty to serve
tea into the bargain and act as though
We had called politely instead OF peek.
ing in at windows!
He hadn't any right to revenge
himself so! The inside Of the house
My dear. the house is q perfect dream.
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