Daily Republican., 1888-05-10
ISEhIND rt1 n ROSES,

II say you shall not go there" said
George Atwood, angrily.
"And say I shall" answered Flor
ence Atwood, in a voice that, fol
anger, surpassed her husbands.
The stalwart, handsome young man
of six and twenty glared at his better
half, and his better half, ,lthough
six years his junior, returned the
glance Of her natural protector with
interest.
Neither spoke again for q few mo-
ments, but stood facing each other, as
husband and wife som etines do.
A pretty scene, truly, for q young
couple who had not yet celebrated
the first anniversary of their wedding
day.
With a mighty effort George At
wood mastered his temper, and when
be spoke again his tones were cold
and even.
"Florence, warn you! II you 20
to Mrs. Grey's to night you will regret
itp"
Then, let me regret it; for go l
shallw
George Atwood seizsd his hat and
left the room without another word.
"Georgel do not leave the house in
such passion" said Miss Strickney,
following the young husband out init
the hall.
Miss Strickney was Florence At
woods splnster cousin, and had been q
witness to the scene of anger.
''l'm no! in "a passion now, Mary"
at would be well If you never were
You know Florence ls a spoiled
child. Why don't you reason with
her quietly, George"
Haven't l reasoned with her until
| am tired She knows | dislike Au.
gust Marsh. | dislike his bland man
ner, his fascinating smile, his smooth
face and cleaning white teeth, that
remind one of-well, no matter what.
She knows hate his attentions to her.
He will be at Mrs. Grey's tonight, and
II she goes there will never forgive
herl" and George Atwood strobe away
With the air OF a man who mean what
lie said.
"Mary, will you come with me to
Mrs drey's to nightR".
MY dear, hope you will put all
notion OF going to Mrs. Grey's out Of
your head. Take ca e, Florence, how
you trfle with your husband; he is
opposed to your going, and L
will not accompany you
"What absurd nonsense. Why,
George will get bravely over all that
before he comes home. He has warned
me, though. that ii l go To Mrs Grey's
will regret 1t. What an idea. Well,
I've made up my mind TO go. So If you
will not go with me, Cousin Mary, III
go alone"
Miss StIickney knew that her will
full cousin would do as she said, so, OF
course, she must accompany her, for
she knew 1t would make matters
much worse to allow Florence to 60
alone.
Mis-. Grey's brilliantly Illuminated
parlors were filled with "tair women
and brave men," and fairest among
the fair was Florence Atwood, her
beauty enhanced by the glow on her
cheek. brought there by some remark
CT MIR. August Marsh's, who was lean
ing over her chair in a very lover like
manner.
1t was growing late, and Miss
Strickney asked Florence to go home.
But Florence refused to go; she begged
her cousin to remain, Tor in her secret
heart she thought every moment
would bring her husband.
"Yes, George will surely come,''
thought Florence; land l do wish
August Marsh would go away. Ii
would be dreadful If George came and
found him by my sidep'
With this thought Florence turned
her eyes toward the door opposite, and
there, with his face as white and rigid
as ii his features were at rest forever,
stood her husband.
For one moment their eyes met,
and then he disappeared from the
doorway.
''Mary, l want to go home," said
Florence as she gained Miss Strick.
ney's side.
"Why, what ails you, child2 You're
looking like ghost"
did you see George" Florence
whispered.
mo, was he here?"
"Yes; l just caught sight of him
standing in the doorway few min
utes ago, and, ohl' said Florence
with a shiver, II am sorry l came
here. His face was go deathly white
shall never forget the way he looked
at me tonight"
Florence Atwood entered her owr
apartments. Her maid. half asleeE
in the arm chair, was waiting fol
| her.
HAS Mr.. Atwood been hereg
asked Florence.
Eyes, madam; Mr.. Atwood wai
here about fifteen minutes ago."
just then Florence noticed a sealet
envelope on her bureau.
"BIiss Strickney has just entered
her room; tell her / wish to see her
| Jane, and you need not return.
| shall not want YOU TO night"