New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1917-07-21
Why Madge Shivcred as She Sat by
the Fire Alone With Memory.

Why Madge Shiycred as She Sat by
the Fire Alone With Memory.
well, he's here. Wen be out on
the next train-gets to Marvin at
o'clock
Dicky's voice betrayed a touch Of
excitement as it came over the tele-
phone to me. Robert SaVarin had just
arrived from his home in the Cats
kills to make us his long promised
visit, and I knew that Dicky was like
an enthusiastic boy in his eagerness to
greet and entertain the famous artist
so long lost to the world, whom we
had so dramatically discovered in the
farmhouse Of his sister in the Catskill
mountains where We had gone for an
autumn sojourn.
Very we'll. I'll have something hot
for you when you get here
promised and hung up the receiver,
little stirred myself by the memories
of the thrilling experiences l had
passed through when last l had seen
Robert SaVarin
went to the kitchen to give the di-
rectons to Katie for the something
hot" which would stay the traveller
until his dinner in the evening, and
hear her grooming happily to herself.
Katie had been blissfully happy ever
since I had removed her hyster1cal
fear that she and Jim wuuld be SENT
away because their marriage was to be
blessed by the coming Of a child.
You are sure you understand,
Katie?' l asked, after I had told her
what 1 wished.
"Oh, sure" Katie carolled. wen
you ring, den I hurry me into oeeg
room, put dot table like fence legs
before fire.
You mean gate-legged table, don't
you katie?'' I asked smiling.
Gate, fence, vot difference?'
asked Katie indifferently, and went on
with her rehearsal
Den I put me on dot lunch cloth
you told me, and dot little bowl with
red roses and put dishes and silver on.
Den 1 make me qveeck to kitchen,
and bring all dot stuff in on dot
wagon. Suppose stuff burn vile I feex
table," She looked up at me with
one of the old roguish glances which
had sometimes annoyed me in the
past but which I was delighted to see
upon her face once more.
Il will help you with the table, SO
that you'll have plenty Of time to see
to everything" I promised and going
back to the living room sat down in a
big chair by the fireplace to give u
final survey of the room.
Naturally, l wished everything to
be looking it's best for the artistic eyes
of our famous visitor, but even de-
spite the ugliness Of the wall paper
and woodwork at Brennan's which
nothing could hide, I felt that the at
mosphere of the room was one of quiet
comfort which ought to appeal to
every man.
The Romantic Story.
The blazing logs in the big fireplace
dominated everything, and the hues Of
the leaping flames were reflected in
the glowing red roses with which
had filled bowls and vases in rather
reckless profusion. The chairs and
couches were placed carelessly about
and made inviting with gay, sensible
cushions meant to be crushed, not the
type which must be admired only
And books and magazines were every
where. 1t was distinctly living room,
and I dared to hope that it would ap-
peal to Robert Savarin.
I suppose every hostess has some
guest for whose critical or admiring
eyes she puts forth her very best
efforts in hospitality. I had enter
tanned many friends Of Dickys since
we were married, but I had never
) welcomed one with more genuine
pleasure than I expected Robert
Savarin.
Robert Savarin! 1t was a name
with which to conjure. My mind went
swiftly back to the romantic story of
the man as Dicky had told 1T to me
lit
brookside near the Cosgrove farm
house.
An artist possessing the real genius
which is so rare, he had experienced
the long and heart-breaking struggle
which so often saps the physical and
mental strength of genius. And then
he had disappeared, suddenly. silently,
and for / 3 years the art world which
had known him, loved him and which
was just beginning to realize what his
future would be, believed that he was
dead. And his pictures, which too
often in his need had been unappre-
ciated, rose to very great values.
Mrs. Allis.
And then Dicky and I, in the Cos
grove farmhouse, had been shown a
collection Of the paintings of Mrs.
Cosgrove's brother. Dicky had recog-
nized them at once as the work Of the
missing artist, and had pronounced
them to be worth $50, 900. The recep-
ton of his verdict by Mrs. Allis, a
mysterious paying guest of the Cos
groves, had made me suspect that she
was in a plot to steal the pictures.
How swiftly things had moved from
that moment! My memories were like
! kaleidoscope-the confirmation of
my suspicious, the discovery that
Robert Savarin was not dead, but liv-
ing, although mentally unbalanced for
TX wears the result Of the cruelty