Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-03-27
CHAPTER III.

at once that he had been left unham-
pered, and he had wrought 4 picture
out of his head into q noble and ex-
ultant reality. At the same time a
landscape designer had played so good
a second, with ready-made accessories
Of screen, approach and vista, that al
ready whatever. look Of newness re-
manned upon the place was to its ad-
vantage, as showing at least one thing
yet clean under the grimy sky.
Altogether, the new house was sue
cess. 1t was one of those architects
successes which leave the owners
yelled In privacy; it revealed nothing
Of the people who lived in it save that
they were rich. In our swelling cities
rich families, one after another, take
title and, occupy such houses as for
tunes rise. and fall-they mark the
high tide. It was impossible to mag
Inc child's toy wagon left upon a
walk or driveway Of the new house;
and yet it was-as Bibbs rightly called
it-"beautiful" -, * ''- 7.
What the architect thought Of the
"Golfo di Napoli," which hung in its
vast gold revel Of rocco frame against
the gray wood Of the hall, is to be con-
jectured-perhaps he had not seen it.
Edith, did you say only eleven
feet?" Bibbs painted, staring at it. as
the white jacketed twin Of Pullman
porter helped him to get ont Of bic
overcoat. ~, -. !.
ELEVEN without the Frame" she ex-
planned. ''It's splendid, don't you
think? 1t lightens things up SO. The
hall was kind Of gloomy before"
mo gloom now!" said Bibbs.
'This statue in the corner Is pretty,
too" she remarked. Mamma and
bought that" And Bibbs turned at
her direction to behold, amid q grove
Of tubbed palms, q "life-size," black
bearded Moor, of plastic composition
painted with unappeasable gloss. and
brilliancy. Upon his chocolate head he
wore a gold turban; in his hand he
held a gold-tipped spear; and for the
rest, he was red and yellow and black
and silver. ....
"Hallelujahr''' was the sole comment
Of the returned wanderer, and Edith,
saying she would lind mamma" left
him blinking at the Moor. Presently.
after she had disappeared, he turned
to the colored man who stood waiting,
Bibbs' travelling bag in his hand.
what do you think Of it?" Bibbs
asked. solemnly. ~.
Grant, :, replied the servitor. "she
mighty hard to dus' Dus' git in all
'em wrinkles. Yessuh, she mighty hard
to dus'." - 1f% ..s
81 expect she must be-" said Bibbs,
his glance returning rehectively to the
black full beard for a moment. rs
there place anywhere I could lie
DOWN." ,..,.y..s !. 4. ". Il ,
"Yessuh. ,, We got one mem spare
rooms all fix up TO- you, sub. Right
up stains, sub. Nice ROOM" g.
He led the way, and Bibbs followed
slowly, stopping ut intervals to rest,
and noting a heavy increase in the
staff of service siuce the exodus from
the "old" house. Maid and scrub.
women were at work under the pa
tently nominal direction Of another
Pullman porter, who was profoundly
enjoying his own afkectation Of being
harassed with care:
"Ev'ything got look spick an span
TO- the big doin's tonight" Bibbs'
guide explained, chuckling. "Yessuh,
we got big doin's tonight! Big doin's!'
The room to which he conducted his
tagging charge was furnished in every
particular like room in new hotel
and Bibbs found It pleasant-though
indeed, any room with good bed
would have seemed pleasant to him
after his journey. He stretched him
self fat Immediately, and having re
piled "Not now" to the attendants
offer to unpack the bag, closed his eyes
YEARLY. 4
White Jacket, racially sympathetic
lowered the window shades and made
an exit on tiptoe, encountering the
other white jacket-the harassed over.
seer-in the hall without. Said the
emerging one:
"He mighty shaky, Mist Jackson
Drop right down an shet his eyes
Eyelids all black. Rich folks gotta &c
same ~ anybody else. Anybody ast
me II change 18th at ole boy
sub! Lem keep 10 money! keep my
black skin an keep ont the groundE
Mr.. Jackson expressed the same
preference. ''Yessuh. INV look tub me
like somebody awready laid out
He fell silent at rustling Of skirts
in the corridor. It w1BsMrs. Sheridan
hurrying to greet her eQp. |.
She was one Of those fat, pink people
who fade and contract with age likl
drying fruit: and her outside was q
true portrait Of her. Fer husband and
her daughter had long eago absorbed
her. Edith lived all day with hsl
mother, as daughters do; and Sheridan
SO held his wife to her unity with him
that she had long ago become uncop
scious OF her existence u Z thing sop
arate from his.
Mrs. Sheridan. 3 manner was hurried
and inconsequent; her clothes rustlet
more than other women's clothes; she
seemed to wear too many at 4 time
and to be Va gncly troubled by them
and she was pattns 4 skirt down, ovel
some unruly internal dissension ct TIL
mon. e...s che :ssS::es ns.,h., sssSsz. $500
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