New Britain herald., 1920-09-04
HOLDING A HUSBAND .t Adele Garrisons New Phase of
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word. Whatever she offers you in tho way ot medicine or food or drink you take it!''
 A Quaint Apparition.
 She whispered the last words. for the noise of approaching feet sound cd close to the door. but they had the effect Of being shouted. so stressed werc they. The next moment Leila had flung wide the door. Dicky having fed with an exaggerated pretensc of panic at her first words.
 And then framed in the doorway. was a quaint little figure which al- most rubbed my eyes at seeing. to mako sure that it was real. It was the breath of a past generation which stood there. a little old lady with the sweetest face in the world, showing in every line of it tro beatty that must have been hers in girlhood-the air of race, tho grace. the breeding and royal soul which she had never lost.
 She was attired in a costume which might have heen-and. reflected. probably was-takcn from one of the chests of rare things which Leila had once told me her aunt possessed. The crinoline of the pre-civii war period was not in evidence. but I guessed that the skirt of her gown had once been of the variety deromina.ed as hoop" on account of it's voluminous folds. But it was silk of q texture which almost made me exclaim aloud at it's beauty. and no other detail of that long-ago period was lacking. A bonnet. not n hat. crowned her head It Is tho only word to use. for she wore the queer old hcc ddress as if it were a diadem-and from beneath it depended the snowy little curls which are traditions of our grand mothers.
 over her. shoulders was a shawl of such texture and coloring as I have only seen in museums. guessed from the very air with which she drew it together as slrc entered, that she had many times been assured that she was the posscssoi of the sloping shoulder which were one of her gencration's delicate signs of true aristocracy."
 The tiny hands and feet which the women of that long-aRo time also counted as indications Of gentle blood. belonged to her. as a swift glance showed me. And over those hands to be sure that my eyes hadn't de- ceived me. I had not thought there was pair left in the world.
 The Apparition Commands.
 Edith Fairfax and little Mrs. Dur kee followed her into the room. and behind them in the hall I caught a glimpse of a negro servant bearing a small hamper. Behind him AL fred Durkee waved a merry hand at me. and with mischievous grin. walked Dicky away down the hall. But Aunt Dora Paige. tiny as she was. the whole room by the sheer force of her personality. The soul of gentleness as she appeared. there was yet something about her which made me understand why Leila had been so insistent upon my carry ing out the dear old lady's precon- ceived notion of my illness.
 She walked up to the bedside, put her tiny hand upon my head and smiled down at me.
 "Yoh pore deah chiie." she cooed. Why they didn't bring yoh straight 10 me last night, I cayn't undahstand. But I came right ovah the first thing. Yoh haven't any fever"-this with a delicious Judicial air-''so what yoh need is rest and nourishing food.
 "Jupc." turning to the servant. bring that hamper in and unpack it. I'm going to feed yoh right away"