The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1928-12-07
TIE
LOVELY
LADY
fa By D. ]. walsh,


aCome over tonight for
game Of bridge, Guy, and meet our
guest, Miss Angel. She's perfectly
lovely. You'll fall in love with her,
I know I'm simply crazy about her.
Mother first met her at the Woman's
club in Delfield, and she hasn't rest
ned till she got her here to make us
tfle visit. You'll Conner
t'Sure. I'll come, Madge. And thank
you for the chance to meet the lovely
lady, Guy Holding laughed as he
waited politely for Madge to hang up
first. Then he went back to his desk
and forgot about everything but what
he was doing. He even forgot about
Madge whom he1had reason to think
liked him good deal and who came
nearer to being his ideal of what a
girl should be than any woman he
had ever met or was, perhaps, likely
to meet.
He lunched downtown and went
home rather late to dinner, remem-
bering as he entered his mothers
house that he had made promise to
Madge.
His mother met him In the hall.
She was plump, gray-haired and fad
ed. but nice woman for all that, as
Guy often told her. He adored his
mother. And she worshiped him. Her
husband hadn't amounted to much.
but her son was entirely satisfactory,
He took after her side of the family
when it came to go-getting, but for
all his business acumen he was ter
rfbiy ingenious. Mrs. Holding suf-
fered good deal on that account.
Gala waited upon them at dinner.
Gala was colored and elderly, but a
perfect maid. She set Guys soup be
fore him like a caress, and he smiled
at her out of frank, boyish brown
eyes.
Going out this evening, dearw
Mrs. Holding inquired.
that's so. am. Madge asked
me-" His mother smiled in pleased
way. s'rd rather planned to take yon
to see play, but if you don't nlinc
waiting till tomorrow night"
~I'm rather glad I've got a whole
basketful of your socks to mend "
Mrs. Holding said.s
rYou best Of mothersi" Guy blew
her a kiss across the table and she
blew him one back again. After that
the roast fowl warmed up from yes
terday tasted ever SO delicious.
Guy walked down the moonlit street
under the denuded naples to the
Meredith house. which was at the ex-
treme end. He thought about seeing
Madge and wondered what she would
be wearing. No matter what it was
it would be sure to be the right thing.
Madge met him at the door. She
had on. a little cocoa-colored frock
&riinmed with a few bands Of skunk
Very becoming to her fresh, dark
eoloafug.
Now prepare to be overwhelmed,
she babe him as he laid aside his hat
and coat. Miss Angel is perfectly
lovely
$50 are you He laughed at her,
noting the color that rose in her
smooth cheeks.
Mrs. Meredith was In the living
room with the guest who sat In a
deep winged chair by the fireside. At
q word there rose out of that winged
chair the most beautiful woman Guy
had ever seen.
She was tall, slender, yet exQuis-
itely rounded, with no suggestion of
bone or muscle in her white arms and
shoulders. Her hair had the ashen
CLEAN Of white gold, her face was a
flower, her eyes dark. wonderful. She
wore a gown like a bit of dawn-rose
and lavender and silver, and when
she spoke her voice was like the call
Of a bird to its mate.
Guy tried not to stare, but he
could think Of nothing nicer than just
to look his fill at her. And when
Madge brought out the card table
and they sat down to play he was
glad to be nearer to her.
Before the evening was over he had
fallen victim to that gIamor which
attacks a man once only perhaps in
his whole life. And all night he lay
awake, his head whirling with dreams
Miss Angel and plans to see her
gain.
he was not himself next day. That
ternoon he got leave from his boss
d took Miss Angelp for a ride in his
adster, and that evening he made a
theater party and invited the Mere
diths and his mofher-and her.
The following day he sent her a
sheaf of tea roses to carry with her
when she went away. He had one
more glimpse of her as she took the
train and then the pail descended.
How was he going to live without
her? No, rather how could he keel
Oh seeing her, wooing her until he
could break down every barrier and
make her his? He moved as one In
d dream. and when he ate his Lady's
Delikbt--the marvellous dessert which
ii to&k both his mother and Gala to
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