White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1932-08-18
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By FANNIE HURST
20 by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.)
(WNU Service)

AlauoSuuv, CulutZ, OltS Vi SOou OTitSS.
crystal and books and opened her
large stack of mail.
1t was rightly termed music room.
The big alcove of circular windows
contained grand piano, smaller up
right, a harp, two music cabinets and
signed photographs of most of the mu-
Steal celebrities of the day.
The last of madame's letters occu-
pied her attention bit more than the
rest. brief note in blue and black
envelope with stamped. addressed
envelope of the same blue and black
enclosed.
Finally madame Tipped this letter to
the top of handsome marquetry table
and let softly explode the word 'twad-
die" from her wide, handsome lips.
Then madame walked out of the
sun-lit, shabbily pleasant music room,
through a dining room of good old
silver; several still life paintings,
handsome high backed Heppelwhite
chairs ranged around the wellworn
but handsome dining table and then
into an enormous kitchen.
A cook looked up at her approach
and together there we're conferences
over dinner, the contents of two large
refrigerators were scanned by madame
and sip out Of large double boiler
taken by her as she leaned over the
range to inspect slowly simmering
cruel.
More conferences with parlor maid
who came into the kitchen Juggling
two pals, an inspection of new lit
ter of kittens under the back porch.
inquiry about the ice mans infected
finger and then madame, who wore a
chintz bungalow apron over her tan
morning dress. climbed up the back
stairs to her children's nursery
Three children who inherited their
mothers sturdiness of figure were hav-
ing their breakfasts of the recently
inspected Cruel. in a sum! corner of
that room with a fraulein who con
versed with them in German and then
French.
There was a frantic clamoring over
madame as she entered. Kisses, tum-
blings condolences, stories to be told
to her, "pieces" to be recited to her
even few tears to he wept to her.
For two hours madame remained in
the nursery.
At twelve o'clock she mounted still
another fight of stairs in the bright
old house, and knocked at door that
led into the sunniest room of ALL
AT desk. under green eve shade
sat Josef Strassmore the iron gray
scholarly husband Of madame.
There was an hours conference
there. The kind of conference none
of their friends had ever looked in on
Madame and the professor were guilty
of the sort of sophomore absorption
in one another that would have re
vealed a surprising side of one of the
most famous mezzo-sopranos of her
time and her academic husband whose
name was equally eminent in one Of
the more special realms of science.
Considering their years and for
that matter the sedate droop of the
professors shoulders and the enor
nous Brunhilde magnficence of
madame. they were like hoy and girl
Obviously two people who were still
lovers.
At one O'Clock the professor and
madame and the three children
lrnched in small secluded room
known among themselves as "the get
away" because It was there NADINE
and her family secluded themselves
when reporters or celebrity
invaded their quiet.
AT two o'clock. messenger from n
shop arrived with same samples of
chintz for the nursery and. for another
balf-hour madame and the children
and the professor conferred over color
and fabrics.
At three o'clock the professor re-
turned to his retreat and madame. ac
companied by fraulein and two OF
the children. went in motor car to
the dentist. where madame held little
hands while cold instruments clicked
among small teeth.
At four O'Clock madame was hack
once more in her home and at tn"
sound of her voice the professor ven
tllred out Of his retreat for few mo
ments. arranged some music with her
and went softly out. closing the door
locking ii. ard throwing the key back
over the transOn. because already
madame's glorious voice was ripping
and pouring.
For three hours with brief intervals
of rest, that sonorous avalanche Of
melody rang throu"h tho house
Messengers arrived. telephones rang
servants scu.tled on noiseless feet. bni
no hand turned the knob of that
locked door.
AT seven o'clock Madame emerged
from the music room and again