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Show 30 Glll> 1Rose anl> Stiller At three, Madame set forth in her carriage. She wore her best gown, of Ia vender crepe, trimmed with real lace, and a bunch of heliotrope at her belt. Rose had twined a few sprays of heliotrope into her snowy hair and a large amethyst cross hung from her neck by a slender silver chain. She wore no other jewels except her wedding ring. Fires blazed cheerily in every fireplace on the lower floor, and there was another in the sit· ting-room upstairs. She had filled the house with the flowers of Spring-violets, daffodils, and lilies of the valley. A silver tea-kettle with a lamp under it waited on the library table. When she heard the wheels creaking in the snowy road, Madame lighted the lamp under the kettle with her own hands, then opened the door wide. Followed by their baggage, the two men came up the walk-father and son. The Colonel was a little older, possibly, but still straight and tall-almost as tall as the son who walked beside him, carrying a violin case under his arm. He wore the familiar slouch hat, the same loose overcoat, and the same silvery goatee, trimmed most carefully. His blue eyes lighted up warmly at the sight of the figure in the doorway. "Welcome home!'' cried Madame Francesca, stretching a hand toward each. HWelcome home!" "llll\elcome 1bome Allison only smiled, taking the little hand in his strong young clasp, but his father bent, hat in hand, to kiss the one she offered him. "Oh," cried Madame, "l 'm so glad to see you both. Come in!" They entered their own hospitable house, where fires blazed and the kettle sang. "Say," said Allison, "isn't this great! Why did we ever leave it? Isn't it fine, Father?" But" father" still had his eyes upon the dainty little lady who had brought forth the miracle of home from a wilderness of dust and ashes. He bent again over the small, white hand. "A woman, a fire, ·and a singing kettle," he said. "All the dear, familiar spirits of the house to welcome us home." 3' J'a"m'l"lla r Splnt• |
