The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-02-13
HER UNLIMITED GUEST
BY WILLIAM BURTON.

vorite dream-thst Of some day living
In an apartment of her own-she oc.
cupied her fancy more with the spare
room than with any other.
This was curious, inasmuch as she
vas u woman not much inclined to
probability, being fond OF her own go
cic;y So why In fancy she should
always he furnishing that spare cham.
Der laying The gray rug on its floor,
hlr gins the dimity curtains and
fme othinG the Marseilles spread, she
no. Ell could not explain.
She even arranged the books III the
iittlc white case, books calculated to
put guest In good humor with him.
Fclr. books which would bring about
that peaceful state OF mind conducive
10 sleep She would have no exciting
novels. no passionate poems, no soci-
illogical ilrebrands I'm her guest
chamber There should be such vol.
umes AZ "'rhc Measure of the Hours"
Society and Solitude Sesame and
Lilies" These would become the
shelves and crafty a guest even II he
never got beyond the titles.
SO when by a generous increase In
her salary the apartment was made
possible she took one with five rooms
instead of four because. as she told
the agent, she must have a spare
room"
The rooms of reality are never as
well furnished as are those In the
houses Of our imagination. Still. her
guest chamber was a marvel of white
ness and daintiness. There was a
lovely gray hand woven flower bord-
cred rug on the floor and French
striped paper with pattern OF tiny
rosebuds on the wall. The woodwork
was white, and so we're the little iron
bed and the enameled dresser and the
stiff chair. There was another chair,
rocker, covered with cretonne of
much the same pattern as the paper,
and II stood close to low wicker ia
BILE. on which was placed small rain
bow glass vase, an Indian basket and
a few books.
The covers OF the books were of
the same colors as those in the wall
paper-pink, to match the buds, or
green, to match the buds leaves--and
they looked like the kind of books one
Is proud to buy. but never has time
to read, But THE Measure of the
Hours" Society and Solitude" and
Sesame and Lilies" stood up fresh
and inviting
1t was a conventional room, but It
had cost much thought and self.denial
TO procure II. And It was ten times
more costly than her own
But where was the guest? After
three months of residence In her new
home she had never turned down the
Marseilles spread nor put flowers In
the rainbow glass vase, nor brought
out the guest towel that she herself
had embroidered or course, all sorts
OF imaginary persons had occupied the
room and had expressed themselves
as having slept the sleep of the just
and of infancy, and of having felt
strong desife never to be Obliged to
emerge from the rose colored com.
forter aud the Marseilles spread that
covered It.
whom she had known in her child.
hood and who had gone through Har.
yard and was now pracucing law In
Boston: the rose comforter and the
Sesame and Lilies" would be none
too fine for him. Then again Il was
an old friend OF her fathers. an arts
ytocrstic woman, who had visited them
In the days OF their prosperity. and
who, being literary In her tastes.
would be sure to appreciate the dual.
Ny Of the quilt and to pounce upon
the Sesame and Lilies"
One day a minute after she had
closed the door ON the grocer's shabby
how who had consented to deliver her
groceries after she had returned home
at night, she heard a crash on the
hack porch and the sound of some one
falling She opened the door quickly
and turned the electric light upon the
white face .of the hoy who hut a mo
mept before had been explaining 10
her wby he had brought white corn