Perth Amboy evening news., 1920-04-12
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Lawrence Marlowe, meantime.
pursued the rather monotonous
course of his life, n found in Alice
merely a new interest. He lived in
m of the largest houses on Brown
avenue, the centre of the most fash
ionable reeidence district of Farm
ington 1t was a queer and rather
dreadful house, all the Marlowe's
realized that, but il was so comfort
bic they made no effort to change
IL,
Lawrence Marlowe, senior, had
built II twenty-five or thirty years
before, when wealth first came to
him from some wheat lands he own
cd. He had torn down the dainty
little homo of white painted boards
with green blinds and clematis climb
ing over the colonial porch. n in its
place he had erected a huge square
house of artificial stone. at that time
considered very smart. The terrible
regularity of the blocks of made"
dows of imported plate glass, by bow
windows and by occasional fancy
balconies that never looked, in their
~airiness. as though they had even a
speaking acquaintance with the
house they were attached to.
Inside. everything was as comfort
able and expensive and hopelessly
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the craze for period furniture had
reached Pennington. and the house
was furnished forth with a multitude
of stuffed velvet chairs and much
ornately hand-carved oak The floors
were carpeted and rug thrown over
III carpet and rome statues were
set upon marble columns.
And yet, when time had worn off
the garishness, the house looked
rather comfortable, even II 1t did
seem too crowded.
IT used to admire this house i'm
menSely," Lawrence remarked to his
mother one afternoon in the spring.
'Tt merely annoys me now. When
did I outgrow this sort of thing p
He pointed to a carved wood panel
on the wall, where were depicted
realistically two bleeding ducks, SO
carved that they TODD out somewhat
from the panel.
YOU outgrew It in college" his
mother remarked smiling. She was
q small woman. with dark eyes that
contrasted beautifully with her snow
white hair. She had been handsome
and rather coarse when she was
Young. Her social ambitions had al
ways been nipped in the bud. and
she never knew why. But when she
became old, her white hair softened
her face so she vas simply a hand
some little old lady. And daily con-
tact with the better quality of goods
and people that money makes posi-.
BILE, had given her refinement. OF
bearing. In Pennington she had
finally achieved the social distinction
she coveted. -,
1T would do away with this awful
place and build something quiet and
artistic" Mrs. Marlowe went on.
but your father worked hard to get
the money for this, and he still
thinks it's the acme Of good taste.
The least we can do is to live in 1t
TO please him"
Lawrence Marlowe stared out the
window a moment. His mother look
ed at the spiritless drop of his Shout
ders. then smiled wisely.
"You have the spring fever, or else
YOU are in love, my son." she said at
last. IF it's the former, get your
father te let you off and run west to
the coast for a trip. If you're in love,
bring the girl around and let me
look her over"
I'm not in love-" Lawrence laugh
ed and turned aroun to his mother:
You know, I wish / were, it would
give me new interest. The trouble