The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-04-17
"THAT WOMAN"

" At any rate, replied Wlnona, you
might at least designate her by her
proper title-'that woman is scarcely
a term for a gentleman to use in speak
ing of a lady.
Bertha Roland, the woman Of whom
they were speaking, was a widow,
eight and-twenty years of age. Her
hair was a deep gold, which suggested
hours of patience spent under the Overs
hands. Her complexion was beautificd
bv the best cosmetics, but even with
out these artificial additions she would
have been q handsome woman. Winona
was Just the opposite-dark, petite and
only pretty.
"Well, then" said her husband,
"Mrs. Roland is not a fit companion for
nv wife, and L want your friendship
with her to come to an end at once"
"Then you will want in vain," re-
plied the wife. 81 am not going to in
suit her just on account of your silly
prejudice, which is caused by your be-
erudging me the little pleasure I get In
her society"
"You are wrong, Winona, you are at
liberty to enjoy yourself as much as you
please, but not by putting yourself un-
der obligations to that woman"
''There you are, that woman again.
Mrs. Roland, my dear husband, consid-
ers me under no obligation because /
ride out with her ON the back of one Of
her horses II play lawn tennis on her
premises. She is my confidential
friend, and 1 am not going to be un-
grateful"
Every WE'LL" Frank sadly said, "do
as you please, Winona. / shall say no
more, no matter how much I feel that
Mrs. Roland is not a fit associate for a
respectable woman" Then he walked
away.
Winona was too angry to speak. This
was their first quarrel and she felt it
keenly. They had just been married six
months, and until summer had brought
them to the Catskills all had been peace
and happiness.
No more was said In regard to Mrs.
Roland until after supper, when Vino
ma said:
Frank, as you have promised to play
cards with Mr.. Jackson, / think l will
just run over to Mrs. Roland's; / prom
ised her I would"
"That woman again." exclaimed
Frank; but he said no more and Vino
ma went.
Her husband watched her enter the
gate of the magnificent villa, and then
turned away with asigh. Mr.. jackson
was beside him.
"You don't seem to like Mrs. Roland"
said he.
II do not dislike her, " returnedFrank;
"but we know nothing about her or her
antecedents. My wife is infatuated
with her, and all I say will not keep her
from that house."
"Iagree with you; come take q turn
In the garden and I will tell you the
best cure in the world for your wife's
infatuation."
In the meantime Winona hastened to
her friends house, and found it alive
with mirth and music. Mrs. Roland's
face beamed with smiles as she welcom.
ed Winona, and until 10 o'cleck the
merriment was unbounded; then, to
Winona's utter surprise and displeas-
ure her husband was dshered into the
parlor.
He spoke to the hostess, politely but
coldly, and received her introduction to
the other guests in a like manner
Then he advanced to his wife, say
ing: "Winona, / have come to escort
you home as soon as you are ready to
go. You need not be in any particular
hurry though"
Winona was pleased with his words,
and followed her own inclination as to
fastening her departure.
Music and wine followed, and while
Winona played on the grand piano her
husband talked to Mrs. Roland.
On the way home he said to Winona:
Your friend is a nicer oma than L
thought her to be-"
The young wife's face beamed with
smiles. "Oh, Frankl" she cried, II
knew you would come to my way OF
thinking yet. When you know her
more you will like her better.
This was not his last visit to Mrs. Rol-
and's; many more followed, and soon
The young man could not speak highly
enough of her. Winona was o~verloyed.
at last Frank was coming to his senses
md learning how to appreciate her
friend. One evening she sat sewing on
the hotel veranda when Mr. Jackson APP
preached, and seating himself beside her
asked:
Have you aver read the Treachery
Of Laura?'"
no" she replied.
Il have it here he continued. III
You would like to read it you may. 1t
Is q remarkably we'll written story. 1t
deals with a subject / have often
tnought Of. A woman pretends to be
aNQthar sro~~- r- ~.Iv ~ takn