Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-01-06

should think one would more than con-
tent YOU
81 like to eat little of many
things" said she. "And to cat, not
heartily, but often"
He surveyed her.
"You do not look very vigorous.
81 am quite strong, though"
ado you ride much" he asked.
Every day-for an hour or so.
And in the afternoons l drive"
"And when do you write?"
Sometimes during the day-more
often at night-always when l feel
like writing"
"Your style indicates that. 1t is
obviously because you must. You
lived in that book you wrote"
81 did," she admitted.
"And so it rings true. To be really
successful one must like ones work"
"Do you like yours ?" she asked.
Tremendously. l think to make
books is a great work. Books are so
necessary to so many. They are
teachers, friends, companions, guard
ians. l try to put something worth
while in the most idly unambitious of
Gus. / put art in the binding and il
lustrations."
as Her Sacrifice to be illustrat-
ed?"
eyes. By Krael. Do you know
his work ?"
"No."
at suggests, merely-stimulate
the imagination. The figures seem
merely blocked in the shadows. The
color effects are wonderful"
81 should like to see them," said
Gerry.
"You shall"
He rose with her; followed her
from the little breakfast-room on
through the wide hallway. On the
stairs the footman was delivering
huge florists box to her maid. Ea-
gerly the maid had removed the COW
er, revealing great, long stemmed
American Beauties.
AS Gerry advanced Ellen held out
the flowers, and Gerry buried her
nose in them with little sigh of de-
light. Then she picked up the card.
On it was written in Sedge's hand:
"You understand"
She abandoned the box to the maid
and tore the card into bits as she led
young Merrol into her little sitting
room. There were rooms upon rooms
in the house, but she cared for none
save this little round one. She spent
most of her time there, reading or
writing or sewing.
He glanced about interestedly. ;,
as this your study"
"This is my dwelling -place-my
workroom and playroom. Do you
like it?"
at suits you"
GLOW suits me?"
at seems to express your person
ality. 1t is so simple, and yeti
hardly know how to express myself.
haven't your facility of speech. But
you fit into this background. You
belong here, obviously"
He was a little uncomfortable-not
at all certain of his ground.
She nodded.
81 chose every article that is here.
Do you like my pictures
They were pastels and water col
ors and oils-odds and ends of land
scapes chosen mostly for colering. He
moved from one to another interest
edly. She curled up upon the coach,
her feet drawn under her.
"Who did them?" he asked. "They
are very evidently by the same hand"
81 don't know. | picked up the
whole collection for next to nothing
abroad. They were unframed. The
signature is there in the corner of
each-a red scrawl. / have tried oft
en- to decipher the name with a mag
nifying glass, but it is useless"
"He had mastery of color COM
bination. How many striking tones
in one picture-and no clash! They
are lovely; rather impressionistic."
81 like their glorious. unreality,"
she said. "The sordid, prosaic, COM
mon place world has no place in this
room. This is my refuge from all
that"
She rose, crossed to the low book
cases along the wall, and threw open
the doors.
"Only romances, imaginative tales,
fanciful things. Nothing pessimistic
nothing bitter, no cynicism. I may
write the truth; do not like to read
it."