Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1885-04-17
THAT WOMAN"

eyes, Winona, the less you have to
do with that woman the better pleas
ed | will be-" said Frank Bennett TO
his wife as they stood together on the
veranda of the Mountain house.
''At any rate, " replied Winona. you
might at least designate her by her
proper title-'that woman is scarcely
term for gentleman to use II
speaking OF lady"
Bertha Roland, the woman of whom
they were speaking, was widow,
eight and twenty years Of age. Hel
hair was deep gold, which suggested
hours Of patience spent under the
dyer's hands. Her complexion was
beautiful by the best of cosmetics, but
even without those artificial additions
she would have been handsome
woman. Winona was just the oppo
sites-d9rk, petite and only pretty,
We'll, then said her husband.
Mrs. Roland is not ut companion
for my wife, and want yoar friend
ship with her TO come TO an end a.
once
Then you will want in vain, re
piled his wife. Il am not going tc
insult her just on account of yoal
silly prejudice, which is caused by
your begrudging mo the little pleasure
get in her society"
You are wrong, Winona; you are
at liberty to enjoy yourself as much az
you please, but not by putting your
self under obligations to that WON
an"
There you are, that woman again,
Mrs. Roland, my dear husband, con
sidera me no obligation because ! ride
ont with her on the back of one o.
her horses, or play lawn tennis Oh
her premises She IS my confidential
friend, and am not going to be un
grateful
VERY well, " Frank sadly said, "dc
as you please, Winona. | shall say
no more, no matter how much | fee
that Mrs. Roland is not fit associate
for Il respectable woman" Then he
walked away.
Winona was too angry to speak,
This was their first quarrel, and she
felt il keenly. They had just been
married six aonLhs, and until sum
mer had brought them 10 the Cats
kills all had been pecce and happi
ness.
No more was said in regard TO Mrs.
Roland until after supper, when Wi
mona SAID;
Frank, as you have promised to
play cards with Mr.. Jackson, l think
will Just run over to Mrs. R9lands
| promised her | would"
THAT woman again" exclaimed
Frank. but he said no more, and Wi
uoua won't
Her husband watched her enter the
gate Of the magnificent villa, and
then turned away with sigh. MIR.
Jackson was beside him.
You don't seem TO like Mrs. ROl-
and. said he.
81 do not dislike her." returned
Frank, but we know nothing about
her or her anteo4dents. My wife is
infatuated with her, and all | say will
not keep her from that house"
II agree with you; come take a
turn in the park, and | will toll you
the best cure in the world for your
wife's infatuaLion."
In the meantime Winona fastened
10 her friends house, and found 1t
alive with mirth and music. Mrs.
Rolaud's face beamed with smiles as
she Welcomed WnoHa, and until 10
o'clock the merriment was unbound
ed Lthen, to winona's utter surprise
and diSpIoasure. her husband was
ushered INTO the parlor
lie spoke to the hostess, politely bat
coldly, and received her introduction
10 the other guests in like manner.
Then he advanced to his wife, say
ing. "Winena, ! have come to escort
you houe rs soon as you are ready TO
go. You need not be III 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 Wlnona played on the grand
piano her husband talked to Mrs. Ro>
land.
On the way home he said to Wi
mona: Your friend is nicer woman
than thought her 10 be"
The young wife'S face beamed with
smiles. oh, Frank!' she cried, Il
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 at Mrs.
Rolaud's; many more followed, and
soon the yourE man could net speak
highly enough OF her. Winona was
overjoysd AT last Frank was coming
To his senses and learning how to APP
preciate her friend. One evening
she sat..sewing on the hotsl veranda
when Mr. Jackson approached,
and seating himself beside her,
asked:
Have you ever read The Treachery
OF Laura9'
No." she replied.
II have it here, he continued. IF
YOU would like to read il, you may.
1t is a remarkably we'll written story.
1T deals with subject have often
thought Of. A woman pretends to be
another woman's friend only to take
from her her husbands affection. Do
you think such treachery is unpardon-
ablef'
II do" cried Winons, "but-but
the husband is often to blame Then
he" face flushed and tears filled her
eyes. why did you speak of tins to
met You are only limiting at my hus-
band and Mrs Roland. He is infatu-
ated with me. Oh, wish l had never
met that Somanln
Il fear, Mrs. Bennett said Mr..
jackson, that your husband is not
to blame. myself do not think Mrs.
Roland entirely ignores his attention
at least let me advise you to watch
hlr, little more closely"
That evening Mrs. Roland gave one
of her charming fetes, and the pref.
tiest woman present was voted to be
Mrs. Bennett Mr.. jackson was there.
and about 9 o'clock asked her TO walk
about the grounds. Soon the dazzling
lights of the house were left behind
and they stood in an obscare summer
house.
why have you brought me here,
Mr.. JacksonRn asked Winona, when
che saw they were alone.