The mirror., 1923-07-12
THE FIGURE IN BRONZE
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scene that 1 did not realize your presence"
she stammered.
"It is beautiful, Miss True" replied
Mrs. Densmore ignoring Miss True's evil
dent embarrassment, "And how fortunate
for me to have met you here. Wont you
alone, but am expecting Mr.. Densmore to
meet me here in half hour, and in the
meantime do wish for cup of tea" and
Evangeline beamed with pleasant antici-
patton.
81 am greatly indebted to you, Mrs.
Densmore, for your kind invitation, and
I should love to go in with you, but as
you see, am hardly attired to do so just
snow," and Justice cast disparaging
glance at her own simple gown.
ooh, pshaw!" replied the other. owe
are not as vain as you may think, and
our members will be delighted to welcome
you Miss True. Come-please-we shall
have parlor quite to ourselves, where
we can sip our tea and enjoy the music"
she argued, eloquent with friendliness.
Justice smiled and her eyes spoke rather
than her voice, whereupon her hostess
took her arm, and the two passed up the
few steps to where the massive bronze
door opened.
AS they entered the rotunda, scene of
charm and beauty greeted their eyes.
Lofty ceilings hung with massive bronze
bowls of lights; walls frescoed in soft
tones of tan and ruddy or golden brown;
potted palms stood about marble basin
in the center of the room; and fountain
flung its sparkling spray into the water
below. From somewhere unseen, came
the music of stringed instruments, while
ladies and gentlemen stroled about and
across the room into the numerous open
doorways.
A servant bowed Justice and her COM
panion into rather large room, and as
the ladies were seated, he having received
request for tea for two departed. JUS
tice glanced about the room and saw
walls of very green bronze effect bordered
at the top with heavy mouldings of white,
from behind which shone the light of
many lamps. Large bronze framed paint
ings in oil hung about the walls The
ceiling frescoed in delicate harmonious
hues, while the windows were draped in.
light green silk etched with gilt, and
heavy velvet rug of dark shades of blue
and green covered most of the polished floor.
"What perfect dream of place this
is, Mrs. Densmore! It's just like one of
those fairy tales that one sometimes reads"
reflected Justice.
Yes, it is pretty" replied Mrs. Dens-
more, and she arose and stepped over to
window, drew aside its emerald-hued
drapes, and raised the window sash. A
cool refreshing breeze foated into the par
lor. "There! That is much better is it
not?" and the ladies drew a deep breath.
As Mrs. Densmore resumed her seat,
she smiled a triAe mischievously and said
confidently, "I just ran away from one of
those insipid literary meetings this after
noon, and went for a ride before coming
here" She laughed musical little laugh,
and continued, "We were to discuss 'Don
Quixote," by Cervantes, today, and 1 de-
clare, the papers were even drier than the
book itself. Cervantes did say some very
interesting things, though rather idealis-
tic, but 1 like practical philosophy much
more however. Why-when met you
just now, l thought how much more in
teresting it would have been if you could
have been present at the circle and gave
one of your happy little talks about social
work in real life"
Miss True looked at her companion
very earnestly and inquired, "Do you
really think that I am sort of "Polly-
anna?"