Mrs. Griggs 's story was as follows : -- One day she found the door of the west gable unlocked . She went in , expecting to see bare walls and a collection of odds and ends . Instead she found herself in a finely furnished room . Delicate lace curtains hung before the small , square , broad-silled windows . The walls were adorned with pictures in much finer taste than Mrs. Griggs could appreciate . There was a bookcase between the windows filled with choicely bound books . Beside it stood a little table with a very dainty work-basket on it . By the basket Mrs. Griggs saw a pair of tiny scissors and a silver thimble . A wicker rocker , comfortable with silk cushions , was near it . Above the bookcase a woman 's picture hung -- a water-colour , if Mrs. Griggs had but known it -- representing a pale , very sweet face , with large , dark eyes and a wistful expression under loose masses of black , lustrous hair . Just beneath the picture , on the top shelf of the bookcase , was a vaseful of flowers . Another vaseful stood on the table beside the basket . All this was astonishing enough . But what puzzled Mrs. Griggs completely was the fact that a woman 's dress was hanging over a chair before the mirror -- a pale blue , silken affair . And on the floor beside it were two little blue satin slippers ! Good Mrs. Griggs did not leave the room until she had thoroughly explored it , even to shaking out the blue dress and discovering it to be a tea-gown -- wrapper , she called it . But she found nothing to throw any light on the mystery . The fact that the simple name `` Alice '' was written on the fly-leaves of all the books only deepened it , for it was a name unknown in the Dale family . In this puzzled state she was obliged to depart , nor did she ever find the door unlocked again ; and , discovering that people thought she was romancing when she talked about the mysterious west gable at Golden Milestone , she indignantly held her peace concerning the whole affair . But Mrs. Griggs had told no more than the simple truth .
Jasper Dale , XXXXX all his shyness and aloofness , possessed a nature full of delicate romance and poesy , which , denied expression in the common ways of life , bloomed out in the realm of fancy and imagination .
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