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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 25, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 20

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Py Eunice Marian Waller
Ten years in the service of Arting
stall & Cholmondely architects, five
of the same spent in a little room
containing only a drafting table and
a high stool that had become the
familiar environment of John Bruce.
"Not that it's so bad only mono
tonous," Bruce was wont to explain
to his few friends. "There's one
blessed environment; the court be
yond my window, full of free air, and
the birds have built a nest just across
under the eaves, and my dox of pan
sies on the window sill do some won
derful blooming, so, you see, I have
a touch of the wildwood right at
The wildwood the real wildwood
John Bruce had only dreamed of
that, for there had been no vacation
for a full decade. He had not grum
bled much however. His position
was quite lucrative. It had enabled
him to provide for two sisters until
they were happily married, to put
aside later quite a respectable sur
plus. At 28 Bruce was the uniform,
pleasant, lovable fellow he had been
at 18, never realizing that to an ex
acting servitude he had sacrificed the
best years of his life, having little of
the lighter enjoyments of youth and
nothing at all of love.
It was a red-letter day in the life
of John Bruce when the senior, part
ner, Artingstall, sent for him.
"We have a commission for you,
Mr. Bruce," he said. "It will take you
away for a month."
"Away from the office from the
city for a month!" repeated Bruce,
as astonished as would be a school
boy tendered a lifetime vacation.
"Yes, we are solicited to take up
plans for the restoration and decora
tion of Warrenton. You will recall
that we did some work for the War
ren estate some years since."
Bruce remembered. General War
ren, a wealthy man with half a doz
en country seats, took the whim to
occupy the family manse seml-occa-sionally.
Bruce had sketched some
garden pagoda work on verbal order
some seven years previously. He re
called the time with a pleasant sen
sation. The general, world-weary
and blase, had come to the office
with his daughter, Heloise, a tall,
dark beauty, stately m her manner,
but gracious in her bearing. While
"We Have a Commission for You,
Mr. Bruce."
her father wasf indifferent as to ar
chitectural details, Miss Warren had
a love of art and for nearly two
hours Bruce and she had passed a
very hannoniious time, selecting the
lines of style and detail to be fol
lowed out in the construction of the
"Queer thing here, Mr. Bruce,"
said Artipgstall. "Miss Warren has
written 'attention of Mr. Bruce,
please,' so she seems to want you
and no one else.

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