The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1936-02-27
CHAPTER I

The summer home called Lowell
Terrace was one of the most effec-
tive on Long Island, and its simple,
straight lines were far more sug-
gestive of cool, pleasant afternoons
than were neighboring houses sur
rounded by elaborate gardens and
fancy hedges.
That is, as to its front lawns. At
the back there were flowers
a-plenty, and now, in early October,
there were chrysanthemums, golden
glow, cosmos, and other autumn
blooms, which mingled with the
sumac and asters until the place
was a mass of color.
The house itself had a great front
expanse, with columns from pedi-
ment to porch, whose main rec
tangle had wings Connected by COW
cred passages so large as to be
really rooms.
In the garden, two girls were
walking: Perilla Fairfax, daughter
of the house, who would become a
bride tomorrow, and Hilda Sheldon,
who would be her maid of honor.
"Just think, Hill, this is the last
day Lowell Terrace will be my
home!"
Nonsense, your home as much as
ever! You'll have two homes, that's
all. Three, in fact, when you get
your city home in shape"
Cali the homes I want, anyway.
You know, I'm marrying Corey for
his money, that's ALL"
OF course, I know. It's what he's
marrying you for that I can't tell"
81 can give you that bit of infor-
nation, if you want it," and Corey
Maiden came down the steps of the
back porch.
Maiden was older than his bride
to-be. He was about thirty-eight,
while Perilla was twenty-four. Yet,
for some reason, they had from
their first meeting felt a congenial-
ity of tastes and opinions, which
had quickly grown to friendship
and as quickly on to love.
And on the following day they
were to be married, and their init
mate friends found it hard to say
which of the two seemed the happi-
er at the prospect.
Maiden, extremely rich, thought
of his money only to give it to 9TH
ers or use it himself for pleasure or
profit, never for ostentation.
Perilla, beautiful but not vain,
cared for her beauty only because
it pleased her fiance, and brought
her the loving praise of his lips and
eyes.
A handsome man was Corey
Maiden, living in Richmond, where
he well suited the role Of country
gentleman. He longed for the day
when he would take his lovely
bride to Virginia, and though Per-
lila was not at all like a southern
girl she would hold her own with
the best of them.
For though John Lowell, owner of
Lowell Terrace, was a southerner,
he was not the father of Perilla.
She was the child Of Mrs. Lowell
and her first husband, Charles Fair
fax. Of romantic nature, she had
named the baby Perilla, and her
other child, boy, Malcolm.
The two Fairfax children had
grown up happily and at peace with
the family, and two years after the
death of their father, they had ac-
copied new parent with calm ap-
proval and good-natured welcome.
Malcolm, though two years older
than Perilla, had no romantic lean
ings and looked upon her wedding
as a joke.
Perilla, on the other hand, was
making a solemn ritual of it, and
Malcolm guyed her for it.
'sWell, my turtle doves" he said,
coming round the corner of the
house, mot ready yet to change
your plans and give up your mis-
taken ideas?"
'Not yet, Malky," returned his
sister, 'sbut when we do, I'll let you
know"
"What time are you leaving the
house, Pril?"
"Don't know, I'm sure. What time
Corey?"
ooh, about four or five," said the
prospective bridegroom.
sHThat's the fun of going in your