The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1883-11-02
THEY PARTED IN ANGER.

How dare you, John Adrlance! How
dare you attempt to dictate to me in
this manner, simply because am your
betrothed wifep l shall do as l please,
assure you, sir; and if Mr.. Marsh
lands sees fit to be polite TO me, l most
certainly will not drop his acquaintance,
just to crafty foolish whim of yours
Kittie Ware paused. with eyes that
shone like stars, and n red spot coming
and going in both white cheeks. Ancryp
Whew! perfect little termagant, you
would say; but, really, Kittie was only
an impulsive, warm-hearted GIRL ter
ribly independent, and with an idea to
keep her future husband in his proper
sphere, the very first move toward
tyranny put down.
John Adriance laid one hand on the
little white one which rested upon the
railing of the porch. where they were
standing in the moonlight, with lovely
guelder-roses trailing their perfumed
beauty all about them.
They were ut Mrs. Lakes Friday
evening reception, and had strayed out
upon the deserted side-porch in the
E.sarly -noonrays.
"Kittie," said the young man softly,
''you mistake me, dear. / would not
presume upon the relations between us,
although, as your betrothed husband, /
have some right surely to advise you;
and this Marshlands q know him, Kit
tie, for / met him frequently in the city
last winter) is q dissipated fellow; he
happens to be on his good behavior
just now, so has gotten into refined So
n,,t ho ot
like him, when he returns to the city,
TO boast of his conquests here. And
how do you think l would relish the
idea of my little wife to be serving as
subject-matter for bad mans reckless
comments. Oh, Kittie, Kittie, it would
kill me!''
But Kittie was thoroughly angry and
rather unreasonable. Some remarks
which her lover had made really did
SAVIOR of tyranny, aud her rebellious
heart rose in arms against such q thing.
She listened without word, her own
heart endorsing as correct the words
that John had just said; but she would
not allow him to see that she felt the
weight of their truth-no, indeed! So
she turned away coldly, and soon went
back to the dancing-room. Here she
was met almost at the entrance by the
irresistible Marshlands himself.
Outwardly irreproachable was this
young man; but it would have struck
terror to the heart of good Mrs. Lake
had she known the truth concerning
him and his real history.
He had come TO the pretty town of
Montford perfect stranger; but armed
with credentials from well-known men
in the distant city whence he came, and
no one in Montford dreamed these Gre
dentials were forged.
John Adriance had recognized him,
however, and determined that very
night to speak a few words to Mrs.
Lake, which would serve to cross the
name of Marshlands from her list of
acquaintance.
But when John re-entered the house
il was to find Kittie Ware whirling away
TO the sweet Strauss waltz music
young Marshlands her partner.
Utterly overwhelmed with indignation
feeling that this was quite the last
drop in the bucket, and he could endure
no more, John slipped away from the
brilliant scene, and went back to the
village hotel, where he made his home;
for he knew that Kittie would not re-
quire his escort, as she was intending to
remain ct Mrs. Lakes house over
NIGHT