The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-12-13

Billy was breathing hard: Clarence.
ahakily holding a fresh match 90 his
cold cixaret. sent a lowering look
from daughter 10 wife. Rachael only
shrugged her shoulders.
We'll. I'll have my breakfast - an.
said. and turning she went from the
room and down stairs To tho sun.
shiny breakfast porch. There were
flowers on the little round table.
bright glitter was struck from silver
and glass. an Icy grapefruit, brin'
ming with Juice. stood at her place.
The little room was all windows. and
today the cretonne curtains had been
pushed back to show tho garden
brave In new spring green. the OK
| quislts freshness OF elm and locust
trees that bordercd a.. and far away
the slopes OF the golf green, with
tho scarlet and white dots that were
/ early players moving over II. sun
shine flooded tho world. great plumes
Of white and purple lilac rustied In
their tents 81 green leaves. a bee
Numbered from the blossoming wis.
TARA vine into the room. and blum.
dered out again. Far on Rachael
heard n cock breaking the Sabbath
stiffness with a prolonged crow. and
rs tho clock in the dining room
chimcd one silver note for the half
hour. the bells OF the church In the
little village OF Bclvedcre BAY began
10 ring.
OF tho comfort. the beauty. and
the harmony Of all this. however.
| Rachael saw and felt nothing. Her
brief interview with her husband had
| left a bitter taste In her mouth. She
fci, neither courage nor appetite for
| the new day. Annie carried away the
blue bowl OF porridgc untouched. TO.
porting 10 Ellie she don't want no
eggs. nor sausage, nor wafiics--noth'
| Ing more
Ellie. tho cook. who boarded four.
year. old daughter with the gardener
and his wife. at the gate lodge. was
deep In the robust charms OF this
young person. and not sorry 10 be
uninterrupted.
Thank goodness she don't" she
| snid do you want n little waffle
all for yourself. Lovey? DO YOU want
to pour the batter into mas iron
YOURSELF Pin napkin around her
Annie' An then you can eat IL out
on the steps. darlin'. because II just
seems TO be a shame To spend n min.
ute indoors when God sends us
mornin' like this
1T must have boon grand. walking
60 church this morning. NIL right.
said Alfred. who was busy with golf
sticks and emery on the vine shaded
porch.
1T wasr' said Ellie and Annie to-
rether. and Annie added: Rose from
Eowditch's was there, and she says
she can't get away but about once a
month. She always has 10 walt on
the children's breakfast ut s. and
then down comes the others at $40.
or later the way she never has
moment until it's too late for High!
! told her she had a right 10 look for
another place
There's worse places than this"
Ellie said, watching her small daugh.
wi b'kii tl tHt Wullltt n tfI'ihi
nodding OF heads in n contented 81.
lence indicated that there was some
happiness In the breckenridge house.
hold even tho II was below stairs.
Rachaels somber revery was pres
emily interrupted by the smooth
crushing of wheels on the pebbled
drive and the announcement Of Mrs.
Haviland. who followed her name
promptly into the breakfast room.
A fine. large. beautifully gowncd
woman. with a prayer book In her
white'gloved hand. and a ven hold.
Ing her close. handsome spring hat
in place, she glanced at the coffee
and no, bread with superiority only
possible 20 q person whose own
breakfast IL several hours past
Rachael. YOU lazy woman said
Florence HsvIisnd lightly, breathing
deep, as = heavy woman In tight cor