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Jewel Weed

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Jealousy rose to its height when, on a certain afternoon, from her

favorite post beside a window, Lena watched a carriage drive up to Mr.

Early's door, and Miss Elton dismount and run up the steps. Mrs.

Percival leaned forward to make sure of her eyes, and then she sat and

eyed the hole where the mouse had disappeared.

Of course she could not know what was going on inside. When Madeline

received a note from Mr. Early, asking her to come and see some very

wonderful tapestries that he had just hung, it seemed the most natural

thing in the world. Sebastian's house was always more like a museum than

bachelor's quarters. He was continually turning it inside out for public

inspection, so Madeline went in all innocence, expecting to find a dozen

or so of her friends sharing the private view. She was embarrassed, but

hardly seriously, as Mr. Early came forward to welcome her.

"Am I all alone?" she said with a little laugh.

"Apparently you are. But I dare say some others will drop in on us in a

moment," Mr. Early made answer. "Meanwhile I am favored, for your

opinion is what I particularly want. These queer old tapestries have

been sent to me from France, but whether I keep them or not depends on

whether they seem the right thing in the right place. Will you come this

way?"

The big hall had a singularly impersonal aspect. Madeline had never

before seen it except when thronged with people, and now that they two

stood alone in its wide empty space, she was struck with a certain

desolation in it.

"Well?" inquired Mr. Early.

"I can't tell at once," said Madeline slowly. "Beauty is a thing that

takes time to unfold itself upon one, isn't it? But I think they are

beautiful. They are certainly strange and solemn, and they intensify the

dignity of this big room; but they make it seem less homelike than ever.

They seem to me things to look at rather than to live with. I suppose

their appropriateness depends a little on what you want to make of this

place. And you do want it only for a public room, do you not, Mr.

Early?"

"I am afraid that is all I am capable of," said Sebastian, looking

pensively at her. "You see the home feeling is beyond my achievement. It

needs the feminine touch to create that ideal atmosphere. That, Miss

Madeline, is above art."

"It is so common, are you sure it is not below art?" Madeline smiled.

"I am sure," responded Mr. Early with conviction. "It is a subject on

which I have thought much since you came home last year. Never until

then did I wholly realize the lack in my home and in my life. If now, in

all humbleness, I am consulting your taste, it is because I have

sometimes dared to hope that you, my dear lady, would one day give that

final grace to this which would make it indeed a home, instead of the

mere abiding place that it is now."

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