Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1913-10-02
THE REGULAR SIJAY
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IN III s ISSUE.
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4R mouse ma 1tS0lT Deh1nd a hlgn
Wall lion tne eva Gays tnaU mad over
tanen II. houses inner tnan it had
long since been degraded to be the
tenemenCs OF me poor, places of filth
anu squaIor, Wnere the powdered la
dies aud peri-wIgged gentlemen had
danced or nights.
Old Lady Madge was hardly con-
sclous OF. tnese tnings Every morn
ing her great niece Cecilia would dress
her and place her in front of the VIM
dow with a cashmere shawl about her
shoulders and her vinaigrette in her
hand before opening the window if i;
was fine weather The old lady hard
~ seemed to notice that things had
been changed
She still thought that she was
great lady, dispensing favors. She
looked upon her great niece as crea-
ture whom she protected and patron
lied. It never occurred to her that
Cecilia was yet young, that the life of
the house could be dull to her.
Cecilia was a soft, clinging crea-
ture. In a world without love she
could no more have gone on living
than If the sun had dropped out Of the
sky. Lady Madge was the one thing
Of her kin left All the tendrils of her
warm young heart went out and clasp
ed the old life to hers.
Lady Madge had been spoiled all
her life. When lovers and husbands
and children were swept away, there
were still couple of old servants to
keep up the old intimate and tender
homage. Presently, too, there was
Cecilia, and Cecilia was ready lover.
Lady Madge thought little of Ce-
elias looks. She, in her youth, had
been washed in May-dew till she had
been like a May-f1ower. Her hair
had been gossamer-fine and spun gold.
Her eyes had been summer lightnings.
Fine gentlemen and peasant poets
had rained their batteries upon her.
To her, Cecilia's clear, dark skin,
as fine and brilliant in texture as the
petal of a Mary-lily, the beautiful mo-
delling of her face, the cloudy hair,
the slight, tall figure, the velvetry, ar
dent shOrt-sighted eyes, spelled plain
ness.
Bless me, child" she had said over
and over agin. mo one would ever
take you to be of my blood. The Dill
Ions were always fair and golden
And over and over again Cecilia hat
replied with gentle humor, that there
must be an ugly duckling in every
family.
1t was true that she had no conceit
Of herself. No one had ever called
her beautiful. Of late years she had
known none but old servants and peas
ants, whose ideal of beauty is ruddy.
Fortunately for the girls health,
Lady Madge had crOny who was
content to spend good many hours
of every day with her. Mr.. Humphrey
De MOleyns had once been Lady
Madge's lover. He as well as she had
married; less fortunate than the lady,
or more faithful, he had secretly re-
GREETED his marriage, although his
wife had not been made unhappy by
discovering the fact.
To Humphrey De Moleyns Of
Streamstown Lady Madge Chenevix
was the one Incompatible woman as
she had been when she had been
Madge Dillon and had rejected him
for a rake and bal husband
The splendor had departed from
StreamstoWn as it had from the Che.
nevixes. Mr.. Humphrey too, had
been ruined. 1t mattered less, ho
used to say, since presently there
would be no De Moleyns of Streams,
town His son Jasper had died in the
Australian gold fields, whittier he had
gone some time in the COS in search
of gold that should save Streamstown.
It was after that the seas had gone
over the old mans head.
When he emerged at last, buffeted
and blind, but yet unbeaten, it was
with only a slice of his patrimony be-
tween him and the poorhouse.
By comparison with her old frien, ,
Lady Madge was rich. The charges
on Streamstown had crippled it even
in the days of it's prosperity Now
they almost pushed it's owner out OF
doors. He was a cheerful, benignant
old man. with a cheek like a robin 5
breast and pretty manners.
Often of late, as he played at card
games with his old friend, or listened
and nodded approximately while she
swept her harp with her thin old
fingers, a shadow had fallen on his
face, which distressed Cecilia when
she happened TO be standing by.
But usually Cecilia was at work II
the garden, the garden that offered
its bouquet of fragrance and color to
Lady Madge while it kept the garden.