Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1933-03-17

no use; the pieces didn't ut; she
had nothing to go on. =.
Swinging her feet over the side
Of the bed, she found a pair of
high-heeled satin bedroom slippers
which she put on, and then stood
up and stretched cautiously. She
felt somewhat stiff and lame, espe-
cially all down the side, shoulder,
elbow and knee.
"Ouch! That must be the side1I
fell on. To think that | always
wanted to learn to- ride horseback
and now I've done it and had a bad
fall besides-and 4 don't know a
thing about i'll"
She went over to the big window
of the sleeping porch and stood for
a'few moments in the warm SUN
shine, gazing out eagerly. Beneath
her lay a terraced garden, full of a
blaze of flowers. A high hedge sur
rounded the garden, down one side
of which grew a row of slender
Italian expresses, stiff and dark and
theatrical looking. Beyond the he'd
ge stretched a huge orchard Of
fruit trees. Joyce stared down at
it in amazement. She had never
seen such an enormous orchard in
her life. The rows of white-blos-
somed trees seemed to run out for
miles and miles over a flat valley,
like a drift of snow across a huge
plain. Along the farther horizon
undulated a line of strange, puck
cry t%reeless hills against the sky.
As her glance followed them to the
right, she saw hat beyound the
low hills rose high mountains.
She turned reluctantly away
from the view of the sunny garden
and the open country, and entered
the house. She found a large bed
room with flowers cretonne cur
tains and cushions ivory
wicker furniture a little pile
of silk underclothes at the foot of
the big smooth bed -. luxurious
dressing table with a low seat in
front of it -. a partly-open door
at the right giving a glimpse into
a closet full of clothes at the
left a wide-open door into a spa
cious white tiled bathroom"
S'addenly. as she stood motionlessI
On the threshold, feeling like an
intruder entering some one eMlse's1
bedroom, she caught sight of a girl
with short wavy hair, clad in a
delectable mauve pajama suit.
With a gasp of surprise she raised
it wa her own image reflected in
one of the two full length mirrors
which fanked the dressing table.
"Well! She moved hastily
up close to the mirror and examin-
ed herself with interest. fascinat-
ed, she examined her face more
closely and smiled suddenly with
pleased surprise at the image in the
glass. "You look really a whole
lot prettier than you ever did
in Philadelphia, l must admit! The
bathroom was another exciting dis
covery. 1t was a large, square room,
deliberately tiled, with magnificent
ly fittings and fixtures. Joyce gasp
ed with pleasure as she looked.
Through the big open window
at the left, the sun was streaming
in, bringing with it that indescri-
badly sweet odor which had greet
ed Joyce on her waking. Part of
it must come from those acres Of
trees in bloom beyond the garden,
part of it from the waxen blossoms
of the orange tree.
In spite of the mystery, in spite
of the complications she was about
to meet, it was impossible, after a
two-year-long diet of Mrs.. Low
RES boarding house, for Joyce not
to feel a thrill of pleasure at find
ing herself in these lovely sur
roundings. With a little hop Of
sheer excitement, she crossed the
big bathroom and pushed OPEN
another door which she noticed
stood just slightly ajar.
"Oh? His -. his dressing
room, I suppose" she mumured,
h~esitating on the threshold. She
entered shyly, crossed to the dres-
ser, and took from it a large photo
graph in a heavy silver frame. Her
own face smiled out at her.
1t vas her own; bur Joyce felt,
nevertheless, that she must be look
ing at her double. "Of course, it
retouched a lot, and the shorn hair
and the pearls and the eoening
gown made a difference. But |
don't know there's someth-
ing so assured ard sophisticated and