. The Ladies' home journal. glimpseof heavenly color. The scent of the flowerscame over the wall, and somewhere in theunseen garden a blackbird was singing in ithe ilex tree. Hilarys car gave a finalbounce, collided with the mounting blockbeside the front door and rocked to a stand-still. The house of Damerosehay boasted aporch, added in the eighteenth century tothe much older building. The front door wasof beautiful old mahogany, with a brassknocker and a big brass door handle. Hilaryturned the handle and they went in to thedim stone-flagged paneled hall, with thebeautifulold staircase curvin
. The Ladies' home journal. glimpseof heavenly color. The scent of the flowerscame over the wall, and somewhere in theunseen garden a blackbird was singing in ithe ilex tree. Hilarys car gave a finalbounce, collided with the mounting blockbeside the front door and rocked to a stand-still. The house of Damerosehay boasted aporch, added in the eighteenth century tothe much older building. The front door wasof beautiful old mahogany, with a brassknocker and a big brass door handle. Hilaryturned the handle and they went in to thedim stone-flagged paneled hall, with thebeautifulold staircase curving away intothe dimness. Everything was just as it al-ways was: the old carved-oak chest in its-accustomed place, with a bowl of glowingtulips set upon it; the dogs leads hangingfrom their accustomed hook, set incongru-ously beneath the beautiful French mirroron the wall. And the smell of Damerosehaywas just the same, the mingled scent of woodsmoke, flowers, furniture polish, dogs and(Continued on Page °(>) ^^?^te>-_. $»£•*• Isnt there anything to lielp us men in-crease our batting average with I he dames? I Il(»\|| Hii |;\ \|, •m m *$
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