The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-12-31
RENAISSANCE
BY D. A. LEFAvouR.

IL queen Louise could have stepped
from her heavy frame aud We'd will
Louise Brngdon as she descended thu
stairs where the portrait Of tn,
world-famed sovereign hung, she would
have found that her queenly grace
and clinging charm had indeed found
rival.
To the girl madly climbing the social
ladder while she wrestled with the per-
plexlties of the newly rich, the portrait
was the only pleasing, euphonlous note
from their obscure past.
Soon after Mr.. Bragdon had sudden
ly fallen upon the hold Of his incoming
ship" fashion luckily cast her whim-
steal shadow across their pretty street |;
one by one those Of too modest means
had sold their homes; one by one those
homes sprang from the magic touch Of
the master architect into things Of
beauty, and while the Bragdon home
retained Its outward contour, it's in
terror kitty-cornered, cutup coziness
had given way for airy rooms where
Overstuffed mahogany and cleaning
black walnut abounded.
Louise glowed from tip to toe with
satisfaction and winked saucily at her
lifelong emulation.
Tomorrow night her Prince Charm
ing would enter the chamber OF her
heart and she must be regally decked
to meet him and wideawake TO greet
I'm. 20 ,hs,., eI,.
that Joyce Keatlng's cousin, who had
studied In foreign lands for years, and
whose name everyone breathed with
something very like awe, would be in
truth her Ideal.
Louise, dear please come here and
see II these hang straight
The girl was startled from her day
dreaming by her mothers voice She
dashed into the spacious living room.
Mother" she exclaimed aghast,
ooh. mother, you are actually draping
those curtains standing on that awful
stepladder right In front of the win
dowl oh, suppose, just suppose some
Of my Lathrope club should see you !"
Mrs. Bragdon wanted to laugh at the
tragic intensity. "Do not forget dar-
ling, how very recently did all the
work. Della has toothache and Of
course Maggie is needed at home"
1T isn't our concern that Maggies
little brother was Injured" retorted
the girl with petulant stamp.
A thud, n quick cry Of anguish swept
the pout from the girls full lips and
kindled her eyes with sympathetic
concern. Capably she helped her moth |
Ter to couch, angulshing In tender
sOllcitude.
Mrs. Bragdon smiled through her |
pain. "Oh, Lou, sometimes you are so |
discouragingly foolish that I'm apt to
forget what genuine heart Is hidden
In your lovely body. Fetch me the
remedies, dear, and I'll soon have this
painful! swelling in subjection."
Mrs. Bragdon stopped short in her
twlning of the antiseptic gauze around
her angulshed ankle.
Darling, you'll have to take Aunt
Prudence to fill her appointment with
the oculist,"
ooh, mother, can't Maidie-" she
began, but her words fell fiat, for she
heard her sisters voice mingllng with
u masculine voice at the door, and
knew that s. an hour musical in
structor could not be juggled with a
girlish qualm.
A sudden within sent her to the hid
den corner Of her closet, hunting a lit
tie three seasons back dress. Per-
haps her new "set" would not recog-
nize her so readily.
or course she loved Aunt Prudence.
She was dear, dear old lady, and
when at home among the fine old fur
of her own room which Louise
had named Auntie's renaissance bou-
doir there, within her habitat, Louise
loved to fetch her friends. But on the
The od-fashioned
cape, bonnet; why, oh, why wouldn't
Auntie go to Madam's and be properly
gowned7
SO she stood with od-fashloned Aunt
Prudence, waiting for the street car.
feeling frumpy and abused.
A roadster was approaching, she
would not look, she might be recog-
nized. SO she did not see Joyce lean
back In the deepest
corner, or Joyce's companion lean
eagerly forward, craning his whole
body for last possible glimpse.
Joyce's party was pronounced a sue
cess. Louise didn't think so. In fact
she was disappointed. Shed expected
to meet prince full of foreign allure
and courtly grace, before whom she'd
preen her queenly charms; but Hamer
Heating was disconcertingly ordinary
and, yes-rather commonplace. How
over, her outraged vanity was molllfled
by his eagerness to call the very nen
evening.
He did call, and asked to see Aunt
Prudence In her renaissance boudoir
pf which Joyce had told him, and he
asked to paint her sitting In that room,
he also asked Louise to pose in the
picture wearing the little muslin dress
The had worn the first time he had
,een her; the day she waited for a
street car.
BY the time the picture-which the