The Washington times., 1928-12-08

Of his love. and she appreciates
the deIicacy Of his feeling.
Her RELIEF; caused her almost AZ
once to drop off into sound
sleep from which she awakened
shortly after seven Pulling up
the shade. Madge perceived that
1T was 4 gorgeously lovely morn
ing. The private car rested am
the siding or tiny station.
She rang for Anna, quickly ac.
customed to the service rendered
the rich. and having delighted IN
the tiny bathroom with its spark
ling freshness, she returned 70
her room to be dressed. When
she emerged into the drawing
room she was radiantly lovely ~
a little lavender silk sports suit,
and trim Ieghorn hat.
Michael greeted her gayly, ana
while they breakfasted, Madge
gave little cry Of delight.
oh look, she cried. oh look
Into the station yard came
high-sWung barouche with the
Winchester arms on its panels.
drawn by a magnificent pair Or
coal black horses. Behind II, al
most as magnificently hOrscd, was
a. small station. omnibus, the
colored servants evidently delight
ing In the pageantry, as were the
two daImatians who trotted sol
emnly behind the carriage.
You like it, my sweet? Michael
asked, smiling at her obvious de-
light. I'm gladv'
During the drive through the
smiling Virginia countryside, she
put this thought from her in her
interest in the scenes of Michael'B
boyhood. They finally entered the
park surrounding Winchester
Manor, and there through the trees
Madge caught sight of the huge
colonial mansion, eloquent of davs
long since gone by. Here, he told
grandfather had received General
Washington, and at that tree over
there. Lafayette himself had
stood reviewing the handful Of
troops raised BY Winchester an
cestOr.
1T was, Madge felt, almost q
musical comedy reception that
awaited her. There seemed to be
no end to the colored servants,
with their black smiling faces
and flashing white teeth. IT was
obvious that they looked on
Michael as kind Of little local
emperor, and she noticed that he
called every one Of them by name.
And when, after lunch, she de-
manded to see the estate, Michael
was delighted. Madge ran up. ths
wide center staircase to come
down again in white whipcord
breeches with high black kid
boots.
With her arm through Michaels
she walked, childishly happy, to
ward the stables. where the
groOms were presented.
And the horses? The beauti-
full sleek creatures, who stretched
their graceful necks over the
half doors of the boxes as though
craving attention-and applesi
Among them was little gray
Arab mare. with the wide-open
nostrils of her breed. the muscles
on her neck quivering with ner-
vousness.
"Oh. what darling!'' Madge
exclaimed Please. Michael
very own?''
"Sultana is the devil to ride,
my dear, with a terrible fault!
Got a mouth like iron, and no
mount for a lady.
she sure am not, sab" put In
Joe, the head .grpom, She suah
am one nasty tebbil. But the
Central heah," and he indicated
big raking chestnut with
lovely head and very kind eyes,
"he am just made for little misses
to ride. Ma'am. you take an old
nigger's word foh tan let me
put yoh saddle on General heah.
But Madge had a streak OF OBJ
stinacy in her nature. She pouted
like spoiled child.
Michael dear, want to ride
that other horse. Sultana.
(T0 He Continued Monday