Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1885-04-02
THAT WOMAN"

i will be- said FRANK Deniists h@
wife MS they stood together on b We
randa Of the Mountain house.
At any rate" replied Winons, you
might at least designate her by her
proper title-'that woman is scarcely
a term for q gentleman to use IN speak
ing Of a lady.
Bertha Roland, the woman OF whom
they were speaking, was a widow,
eight ard-twenty years OF age. Her
hair was a deep gold, which suggested
hours Of patience spent under the dyer's
hands. Her complexion was beautified
by the best cosmetics, but even with
out these artificial additions she would
have been a handsome woman. Winona
was just the opposite-dark, petite and
only pretty.
Well. then" said her husband,
'Mrs. Roland is not q at companion for
my wife, and / want your friendship
With her to come to an end at once"
"Then you will want in vain,' re-
piled the wife. II I'M not going to in
suit her Just on account OF Jour silly
prejudice, which is caused by your be-
grudging me the little pleasure l 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 I'M
der obligations to that woman"
There you are, that woman again.
Mrs. Roland, nv dear husband, consid-
ers me under no obligation because q!
ride out with her on the back OF one oil
her horses or play lawn tennis on her
premises. She is my confidential
friend, and l am not going to be I'M
grateful"
VERY WE'LL" Frank sadly said, "do
as you please, Winona. l shall say no
more, no matter how much 1 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 II
keenly. They had Just been married slx
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, L think L VIII
Just run over to Mrs. Roland's; l prom
ised her l 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 notdislike her, returnedFrank
"but we know nothing about her or hei
antecedents. My wife is infatuated
with her. and all / say will not keep hen
from that house"
II agree with you; come take q turn
IN the garden snd l will tell you the
best cure in the world for your wife:
infatuation."
In the meantime Winona hastened tc
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'cltck the
merriment was ~unbounded; then, tt
Winona's utter surprise and displsas'
ure her husband was ushered into the
parlor.
He spoke to the hostess, politely but
coldly, and received her introduction tC
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 arc ready tc
go. You need not be in any particular
hurry though"
Winona was pleased with his words
and followed her own inclination as tc
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 nicer than
thought her TO be-"
The young wife's face beamed with
smiles. "Oh, Frank" she cried, 81
knew you would come to my way Of
thinking yet. When you know heI
more you will like her better.
This was not his last visit to Mrs. Rol.
and's; many more followed. and soor
the young man could not speak highly
enough of her. Winona was overloyed
At last Frank was coming to his senses
and learning how to appreciate hel
friend. One evening she sat sewing OF
the hotel veraDda when Mr.. Jackson ap
preached, and seating himself beside he
asked:
Have you ever read The Preacher,
of LauraT"
"No," she replied.
81 have il here" he continued. 81
you would like to read il you may. ]
is q remarkably we'll written story. ]
deals with o subject / have oftei
thought of. A woman pretends to b
another woman's friend only to tax
from her her husbands affection. ID
you not think such t~reachery is unpar
donable?"
Ido," cried Winona, "but-but tn
husband is often to blame" Then he
face flushed and tears filled her eyes
"Why did you speak Of this to me
You are only limiting at my husban
and Mrs. Roland. &c Is ;ata.as.s
with her. Oh, i wish had never me
that womanr"
II fear, Mrs. Bennett" said Mr.. Jacl
son, shat your husband is not TO blame
! myself do not think Mrs. Roland en-
tirely ignores his attentions; at leas
let me advise you to watch him a littl
more closely"
That evening Mrs. Roland gave on
of her charming garden fetes, and til
pre.tiest woman present was voted to b
Mrs. Bennett, Mr.. Jackson was Their,
and about 9 o'clock asked her to wal
about the grounds. Soon the dazzlin
lights Of the house were left behint
and they stood in IN obscure summer
house.
"Why have you brought me here, Nj
Jackson?' asked Winona, when she sa,
they we're alone.
"Hush," he said; ''some one iscon
ing"
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