Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-04-28
The Daily Novelette,.
4 Rose Of Dreams
BY Laura Reid Msntsemsry q

LIVER since Fred. the handsome son
~ Of Mays employer, Mrs. Jerome.
had returned, the girl had gone about .
bit listlessly. Fred jerome had 70
dassling smile and an easy. air Of
cordiality about him that made him
favorite ani0nk the women servants. 10
May no seemed q person set apart rom
the common herd. and she treasured up
his careless words to ponder over. ~
Seems as though you never nave
time to 10 walking with me any more,
May" Jim had told her Sunday after
noon. when she had refused to 30 TO
Lincoln Park with him. -,
May had looked at hinr with soniber
eyes: It was true; since she had seen
Fred jerome she had constantly com :,
pared Jim to him and to Jim's disad :,
vantage. Jim was fine. sober young
fellow. chauffeur, for the jerome fam
lily. He had saved his wages, and was
already watching the newspapers for
advertisements for real estate. May
knew that II she married Jim she would
be fairly certain of being mistress Of
snug cottage, but the magic Of spring
had turned her head completely, Y
His manners ore 50 wonderful ne
might have stepped out of that scene
in the movies where the young lord re-,
Turns hOHe, ene tuVukht - S.O
the writing table in the great library
where Fred wrote his poems, his
hair"
Haven't you finished in here. MayT
came the displeased voice Of the house
keeper. "The family will be down for
breakfast in a few minutes.
"Neariy through, Mrs. SIMS" re.
turned May absently. Doesn't II
seem that something wonderful might
happen on a day like this? Hear that
II hear a mouse nibbling in that
corner!'' cried the other crisply. Get
down there and SEE 49,.
The silk skirt Of the housekeeper
voice In the hall and there was, ap.
parently, something wrong.
Fred Jerome lounged In. repeating
some words of poetry aloud, and the
little maid, crouched behind the couch
in search. of a possible mouse hole,
clasped her hands. =.
Isn't that wonderful?' she whis.
pered, her head on one side, listening
The sibilant sound aroused the poet.
.'Who is there?' he demanded testify:
"Just May, sir and the girl
emerged from the shadowy corner. 80,
"What do you mean by hiding ike
that" he began. but paused as he
read the undoubted admiration In the
young face beneath the airy cap. a.,
"oh. sir, won't you say that asain''
"f say, why are you hiding behind
that couch?"
May crimsoned. Somehow the men.
ton Of possible mice seemed so com.
mon, go closely connected with her
menial position In the household, u
She paused, cropping for howery words,
something in keeping with the lines she
had Just heard him repeat.
"Well?" he prodded.
IT was just-dusting," she said
family. %YouE ,oGs !, poetry SIR is 30 pa
Fiattered, he looked at her more fully.
Through the frail pocket Of her sheer
white apron he saw bit OF paper. the
lavender paper that he used for his best
poems. As she saw his eyes remain
liked upon the pocket her own eyes un-
consciously followed and she ncrvously
pulled out the paper. :,
"I-found this OH tue foor," she
said simply. II was going to copy it,,
7"You may keep it, May" he said
grandly. "You have a discriminating
Lets get down 10 Drass LGcES'
grille" he had admonlshcd her: Were
living In a real world and I'd rather
read a good book on mechanics. Won't
be long now before ! can start In On q
little repair shop Of my own and
But May had gone of into one Of
her recently acquired habits Of day.
dreaming, and Jim, seeing that. she had
ceased to listen, had walked along be-
side her In a puxzled silence.
And while May still fingered In the
library long after the poet had de-
parted In search Of bacon and eggs.
Jim was polishing his car, and wishing
May would run out to the garage 10
they could chat.
As May crossed the wide hall two
hours later shc heard excited voices.
III left It in the drawer Of this writ.
Ing table" she heard Fred say. "and
that blonde girl. May. was----'
Frightened at the rage In the poets
usually silky voice. May approached
the velvet curtains.
J There she is, listening. J found