Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-01-20
She laughed.

| she laughed.
~ have an idea you are not grown
up yet" she said. "What is your i'm
portant business?"
She waved him to the chair that he
had occupied before and put down her
book. She was all in pale blue to-day
and her long earrings were emerald
and her fingers were ringless.
He reached into his inner pocket and
drew out thick envelope.
II have here some suggestions for
the cover design of your book"
He opened the envelope and drew
out the enclosures.
"This is a plain cloth cover" he
said; "dary red, title-plate in gold
1t is dignified, but rather conventional.
This is a picture cover by Krael.
hardly think it just the thing myself,
| like this-red cloth, too, but Il
strange after-fame at either side in
gold. What do you Think"
81 agree with you emphaticalIy--
Krael's picture is lovely, but more
appropriate for the inside of the book
than the outside"
Exactly. l thought he might use
it for the frontpiece. He wants to
meet you o talk over illustrations. He
suggests that bring you to a sort of
jamboree there at his studio next
week. Would you care to go?"
"I'll think it over and let you know.
Is business disposed of now-for the
moment?"
at is; but you are not going to
drive me off at once, surely. It's cold
out, and I've come long way. And
at least you might offer me tea"
She shrugged.
"Would you mind ringing the hell
then?"
He rose and obeyed with alacrity
She liked the way he moved-not i'm
pulsively, but as though his mind vas
ca!'Aly directing the business.
Isn't it early for tea? ?" she asked.
POSSIBLY; but I've been battling
with the wind. I'm really famished.
Have you been out ,"
She shook her head.
"Not to-day
He frowned reprovingly.
"You should get out every day, re-
gardless of the weather." he said.
She smiled and was suddenly
struck with the realization that Sedge
never took such an attitude toward
her nor employed that tone.
"Indeed?" she said interestedly.
"No wonder you are so ivory white"
She flushed little.
81 ride every afternoon, as a matter
of fact" she said. "The ivory TIT
you refer to is natural to me-eXcept-
ing powder. | never have deep color
in my cheeks"
"Do you ride in carr" he asked.
son horseback, usually"
"Goodw He nodded approvingly.
And, abandoning the subject, he
reached for the book she had bee read
ing and examined the title.
1.-THE Disappearance of Mr.. Mott -
he read aloud. "Detective yarn?"
mo; romance"
"You like the modern stories, don't
you?"
"Yes,' said she. "The old ones
seem as. out of place to me as bon-ets
of the same period"
He nodded.
TASTES change, standards alter.
Have you ever studied the pictures of
famous beauties of other ages? THY
seem anything but beautiful"
81 think that is because phyeical
perfection doesn't always signify
beauty. Or, at least, the women
whose charms have found record in
history We're probably remarkable
more for personality, for personal
magnetism, than for perfection of fea-
lures. And of course this quality
doesn't reproduce on canvass"
"That's true" he admitted.
81 think fascinating woman would
attract admirers, no matter what ge
she chnced to live in."
He sighed.
GLOW many lovers there have been,
feeling the same thrills, swearing the
same oaths of loyalty and allegi-
ance-"
proving faithless in the end," she
added for him.
indigestion to-day?" he asked po-
litely.
She shook her head.
"What makes you look at things
so cloomily, them"
I've read history.
"But the legion lovers who were