Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1917-07-25

lures rising before him, the one leas
blurred being Of himself on horseback
sweeping between Flopit and racin,
automobile. And then. having restored
the little animal to its mistress, vii
liam sat carelessly in the saddle (h'
had the guardsman's seat while thu
perfectly trained steed wheeled about
forelegs in the air, preparing to 60
But shall not see you again to thanl
you more property" she cried, plead
ing. "Some other day-perhaps," hi
answered and left her in a cloud Of
dust.
ooh, Will-ee"
Thus a shrill voice, to his ears hid
eously different from that other, inter
rupted and dispersed his visions. Lit
tie Jane, his ten-year-old sister, stood
upon the front porch, the door open
behind her, and in her hand she held
a large slab OF bread and butter GOV,
cred with apple sauce and powdered
sugar. Evidence that she had sam
pied this compound was upon her
cheeks, and to her brother she was a
repulsive sight
"Will-ee!" she shrilled. Look
Good" And to emphasize the adjec-
tive she indelicately patted the region
of her body in which she believed her
stomach to be located. There's slice
for you on the dining room table," she
Informed him joyously.
Outraged, he entered the house with
out word to her and, proceeding to
the dining room, laid hands upon the
slice she had mentioned, but declined
to eat it in James company. He was
in an exalted mood, and, though in no
condition of mind Or body would he re-
fuse food of almost any kind, Jane
was an intrusion he could not suffer
at this time.
He carried the rejection to his own
room and, locking the door, sat down
to eat, while, even as he ate, the spell
that was upon him deepened in in
tensity.'
ooh, eyes! he whispered softly in
that cool privacy and shelter from the
world. "Oh, eyes of blue!'
The mirror of dressing table sent
him the reflection Of his own eyes,
which also were blue, and he gaZed
upon them and upon the rest Of his
image the while he ate his bread and
butter and apple sauce and sugar.
Finally he rose and approached the
dressing table to study himself at
greater advantage.
Beyond doubt he was acting little
scene Of Indifference. Other symbolic
dramas followed, though an invisible
observer might have been puzzled for
a key to some Of them. One, however,
would have proved easily Ineligible.
His expression having altered to look
of pity and contrition, he turned from
the mirror and, walking slowly to a
chair across the room, used his right
hand in peculiar manner, seeming to
stroke the air at point about ten
inches above the back of the chair.
There, there, little GIRL" he said in
low, gentle voice. II didn't know you
cared"
Then, with rather abrupt dismissal
Of this theme, he returned to the mir
ror and, after questioning scrutiny,
nodded solemnly, forming with his lips
the words, 1.-THE real thing-the real
thing at last"'
He meant that, after many limitations
had imposed upon him, Love-the real
come to him in the end.
And as he turned away he murmured.
And even her name-unknown"
Seating himself at a small writing
able by the window, he proceeded to
express his personality in something he
poem.
Three-quarters Of an hour having
'uff1ced for Its completion, he solemnly
signed it and then read it several times
n state Of hushed establishment. He
lad never dreamed that he could do
like this:
MILADY.
do not know her name
Though 1t would be the same
Where roses bloom at twilight
And the lark takes his flight
1t would be the same anywhere
Where music sounds in air
I was never introduced to the lady
So could not call her Lass or Sadie
So will call her Milady
By. the sands Of the sea
She always will be
Just Milady to me.
William sylvanus Baxter. Esq. July II
Suddenly again that voice:
"yTill-eew
To William, in his high and lonely
aood, this piercing summons brought :.
II actual shudder, and the very
bought of Jane with tokens Of apple
auce and sugar still upon her cheek,
robably) seemed kind Of sacrilege.
lie fiercely swore his favorite oath, &C.
uired from a hero Of a work of fiction
e admired, "Ye gods!' and concealed
is poem in the drawer Of the writing
able.
"Will-ee! Mamma wants your Jane
on the door.
What you want?' he shouted.
Jane explained, certain pauses indi-
ating that her attention was partially
iverted to another slice Of bread and
utter and apple sauce and sugar.
Will-ee, mamma wants you-wants
on to go help Genesis bring some
home and a tin clUes boiler
from the secondhand mans store" i
"What!"
Jane repeated the outrageous mes
lge, adding. She wants you to hurry
and got some bread and butter and
pple sauce and sugar for comm to
III you"