The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-07-07
WILD OLIVE.

you are thinking about" he said querulously, as he came up behind her chair.
 "Would you?" she asked, in a cool contemptuous voice.
 He had grown so used to her con. tempt he scarcely minded it. Hel thin white dress enhanced the pale coldness of her face, as she sat there on the hotel veranda with her som. Der hazel eyes looking out to the SC. rene, sapphire sea and the distance. whitened sails. The sun WIS setting but the band still played on the tan. ciful band-stand, which stood like 6 shell against the peaceful azure of tho sky. The moving crowds stil thronged the wide piazzas or poured down upon the smooth walks; thu rows of unshaded benches and refresh. ment tables were all occupied. Hert and there 8 scarlet parasol made { spot of flame; and there were beds ot scarlet bloom upon the we'll trimmed lawns.
 The band still played-a light gavotte, which tinkled tremulously on the salt sea atmosphere.
 "Would you2" repeated Sybil Den- ming, as she turned to regard her hus- band. There was curious tolerance in her expression, dislike approach ing hatred. "Because I would as soon tell you. l was thinking how hand some Gordon Marquand is." A smile overcame the intolerance of her face she seemed fairly to revel in the inn potent rage she had aroused.
 Hamilton Denning shut his teeth upon an ugly word.
 "Madam," he said, "you choose your time well; you would not speak so elsewhere than in public you would not dare to say that to me in your room."
 She rose from her seat and faced him.
 "Come up to my room and see what will not dare."
 Her smile scorned him again; her white dress swept before him mock iDgly; he could have cursed her at that instant with all the fury of his passionate heart. ~@
 Their rooms looked out upon the same gay scene. The band had fin- ished playing that tinkling gavotte, and in it's stead lively pot -pourri came floating up.
 Sybil Denning threw aside the snowy shawl that had chung upon her shoulders and stood before the win dow, looking out,
 "I am quite ready to repeat my worlds" she said, as if she gloried in defying him. "I can see Marquand down there. He is leaning on the rail of the water promenade"
 Denning came swiftly toward her, his anger not one whit abated.
 "You are shameless" he cried; his utterance was thick and disjointed. ''It is not bad enough that you, a married women, my wife, should pre- fer another to your husband, but you must Haunt it openly. Why don't you elope with your handsome loverp''
 "There is only one thing prevents" !"
 "And that?"
 "His wife might object" she an- swered, languidly.
 He caught her violently by the arm his strong grasp bruised the del- icate flesh.
 "You dare say such things to me !''
 Her hazel eyes grew luminous with passion she answered in round, dis dainful voice:
 "Yes, I dare say anything. You knew what you were doing when you married me. You bought me, and against my entreaties. I warned you. am sick of lies, and you shall hear the truth. If you wanted love you should have married my mother; she loved you, I suppose, or she'd not have sold me to you, and she was young enough for you."
 He dropped her arm and turned away. She spoke some bitter truths at times.
 He walked the room to stife his passion.
 "Very well," he said, at length. "Since you will be shameless, shall not try to live with you. Disgrace yourself if you will; go on and in- trigue with your lover. shall leave tonight"
 She shrugged her shoulders lightly.
 "Perhaps you might as well. And now, if you have no objections, l should like to dress it is near dinner time."
 | Denning stood irresolute. She swept coolly by him; 6 subtle fra grance foated upon her soft dra- peries, scent which always sickened him, since it was ever associated with the presence of Gordon Marquand- the scent of wild olive. He turned and went oat.
 l The lamps of the seaside city blos- sommed by thousands on the blue. soft darkness. The sea swept gently un ohonf tho Diloo -kSrk kaLl %kr