The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-07-26
HER UNLIMITED GUEST
BY WILLIAM BURTON.

Always when she dreamed her IA
vorlte dream-that Of scne day liyinp
IN an apartment of her own-she oc.
CURED her fancy more with the spare
room than with my other.
ihiS was curious, inas much as she
was 4 women not much inclined to
sociaoil!tJ, being fond of her own so
ciety' SO why In fancy she should
always be furnishing that spare cham.
per. laying the gray rug on it's floor,
hanging the dimity curtains and
smoothing the Marseilles spread, she
herself could not explain.
She even arranged the books II, the
little white case, books calculated to
put a guest in good humor with him.
SELF, books which would bring about
that peaceful state OF mind conducive
TO sleep. She would have no exciting
novels, no passionate poems, no soci.
illogical flrebrands In her guest
chamber There should be such vol.
omes as The 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.
80 when by generous Increase in
her salary the apartment was made
possible she took one with Ave 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 marvel of white.
ness and daintiness. There was q
lovely gray hano woven flower bcrd-
cred rug on the floor and q French
striped paper with a pattern Of tiny
rosebuds on the wall. The woodwork
was white, and so were the little Iron
bed and the enameled dresser and the
stih chair There was another chair,
rocker, covered with cretonne OF
much the same pattern as the paper,
and 1t stood close to a low wicker ia.
Die, on which was placed a small rain
DOW glass vase. All Indian basket and
a few books.
The covers of the books we're 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
ts 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, out II
had cost much thought and selfdenial
to procure 1t And II 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 lust
and of infancy, and of having felt a
strong desire never to be obliged to
emerge from the rose colored com.
forter and the Marseil!es spread that
covered Il.
Sometimes the guest was q cousin
whom she had known in her child.
hood and who had gone through Har-
yard and was now prachcins law in
Boston; the rose comforter and the
Sesame and Lilies" would be none
too fine for him. Then again It was
an old friend of her fathers. an arts.
tocratic woman, who had visited them
In the days Of their prosperity, and
who, being literary in her tastes,
would be sure to appreciate the quail.
'ty of the quilt and to pounce upon
HE Sesame and Lilies"
One day, minute after she had
closed the door on the grocers shabby
boy, who had consented to deliver her
after she had returned home
1T night, she heard crash on the
back porch and the sound OF some one
alling She opened the door quickly
md turned the electric light upon the
White face OF the boy who but n mo
nent before had been explaining to
Ter why he had brought white corn.
Heal Instead of the yellow she had
'rdered. Now his face was as white
n the meal and he looked as If he
would never again deliver groceries.
He was only a mite OF a boy and
he had little difficulty in getting him
nto thu guest chamber and on top of
he Narcotics spread, where he re-
nalned until the arrival of q strange
octor, who ordered that he be placed
ndt" this priced coverlet and that
e remain there until able to be re.
loved to his homo. That was not un.
! the end of the second week.
Those two weeks she declared TO
G the happiest of her life, though the
uest who occupied her spare cham.
er showed no interest either in
ooks or bouquets. After he had
one she used to love to sit alone In
lie little rocker, staring meditatively
the backs of the books and at the
oses on the wall
But this is not all of The story She