Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1916-08-25

visitor most strongly were several
paintings. They were of kind she
had seldom seen, and in the afternoon
light enc stood out with particularly
startling effect. 1t was dusky land
scape; there was a stream, a meadow
edge, trees just growing black against
a dying sunset, herd of cattle com-
Ing out of the west. Before this pic
ture Lorelei paused, staring with wide
eyes Of wonder.
Lilas flung her hat carelessly into q
chair, lit cigarette from Tiffany
humldor, then turned with the spaniel
lin her arms and, beholding her guest
with rapt, upturned face, remarked
with laugh: /a4
+ Looks like the real thing, doesn't it?"
/ "Oh-it's wonderful-so clean and
cool and quiet! I've seen cattle in Vale
that looked just like those, when I
went barefoot In the grass"
"SOme Dutchman painted this
names OH the corner. He's dead now,
l believe. 1t used to hang in some
museum--I forget where. ! IKE pic
lures Of women best. but" She
shrugged and left the sentence unfln
ished. There's dandy In my bed
room, although It didn't cost half as
much as that barnyard thing. The
frames a foot wide and covered with
solid gold"
~ had no idea yon lived like this"
;Lorelei peered through pair Of
French doors and into a perfectly ap-
pointed library, with massive mahOg
any table, deep lounging chairs. a writ
ing desk. and a dome-crowned read
ing lamp.
my study" Lilas laughed, shortly.
THAT'S where l improve my mind
not The books are deadly. Now come;
Hitchy Koo must have dinner ready.
His name isn't Hitchy Ko0. but 1t
sounds like It, and he's the cutest
little thing; got the cutest little
swing" She moved down the hall,
humming the chorus of the senseless
popular song from which she had
quoted.
Everywhere was the same evidence
Of good taste in decoration and luxury
of equipment, but suspicion had en-
tered Lorelei's mind, and she avoided
comment. Hltchy Koo was cook, but
Ter and house-boy, and In view Of Miss
Lynn's disorderly habits 1t was evi-
dent that he had all he could do to
keep the place presentable. His mis-
tress ate without appetite and in
hypercritisal mood that took no &C
count of the wasteful attempts to
please her. Quite regardless Of the pa
tient little Jap, she found fault with
him savagely, so that Lorelei was
often painfully embarrassed. |
$50 you like my home, do you" she
queried. after time. "'"
1--WE never seen one 80 beautiful"
= Lilas nodded. "Hitchy sleeps out,
and that leaves me the whole place.
Jarvis furnished 1t, even to the books, J
and I'm studying to be lady" Again
she laughed mockingly. II make a
bluff at reading but so long as talk
about Napoleon he never thinks to
question me. l know that French gink
backward" Z,
II wish had hobby-something to
interest me, something to live for"
said Lorelel, lamely.
Eyes. 1t gives you something to
think about when you're alone. 1t
helps you to-stand things" For the
first time Lilas showed trace Of feel
ing In her voice; she dropped her chin
into her palm and, leaning upon the
table, stared as II at q vision. Her
dark eyes were somber, her brows
were lowered and drawn together. ;
The slipshod informally Of the meal.
the constant faultfinding- Of the host
ess, made 1t something Of trial. Lore
lei was not sorry when 1t was over
and Lilas took her to look at the va
cant fat.
Miss Moore's apartment offered q
wide contrast to the one they had just
quilted, being very small and very
furnished; but 1t was on the
second floor, convenient to both eleva-
tor and stairway, II boastedsa piano.
and the superintendent allowed his
prospective tenant to name her own
terms. She descended with relief, feel
ing that she had made not bad bar
gain.
She stated. az she sank into Lilas'
big library chair, II feel quite indie
pendent at last The rent Is ridicu-
lous, and can do my own cooking"
Don't make fool Of yourself You
can do as well as I've done. You have
the looks" ~
But I'm not engaged to q multimil-
liOnaire."
ut seems queer, when think OF IT,"
Lilas unused. Jarvis 10 one of the
richest men In New York, and he made
his money out OF the steel business
the business into which was born.
Have you ever been through milli'
mo"
'It's wonderful, terrible. can smell
the hot Stag, the scorching cinders, the
smoke, to this day. Some nights ]
wake up--screamlng, It's SO vivid.
see the glare Of the furnaces, the belch-
ing flames, the showers of sparks from
the conyerters, the streams of white
hot metal, and they seem to pour over |
me. i have the same dream always;
I've had 1t ever since the night after |
my father was killed"
.'You told me he was killed In steel
MILL"
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