Century Magazine/Volume 84/Issue 5/The White Pagoda

THE WHITE PAGODA
BY ANNE DOUGLAS SEDGWICK
Author of "Tante," "Franklin Kane," "A Fountain Sealed," "The Rescue," etc.
THE drama of the drawing-rooms had begun years ago, but Owen Stacpole did not come into it until the day on which bis cousin Guendolen, after examining the box of bric-à-brac, remarked, refolding the last pieces of china in their dusty newspapers, that they were all rubbish, and silly rubbish, too, of just the sort that Aunt Pickthorne had always unerringly accumulated. The box had arrived that morning, a legacy from this deceased relative; it had been brought up to the drawing-room and placed upon a sheet near the fire, so that Mrs. Conyers might examine its contents in comfort, and Owen, while he wrote at the black lacquer bureau in the window, had been aware of Guendolen's gibes and exclamations behind him. Now, when she asserted that she would send the whole futile collection down to Mr. Glazebrook and see if he would give her enough for it to buy a pair of gloves with, Owen rose and limped to join her and to look down at the wooden box into which she was thrusting, with some vindictiveness, the dingy parcels.
"Have you looked at them all?" he inquired. "I for

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