New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-12-27

cst Work III you OF any one on this SIDE the water,
man or woman. knew you'd be glad to hear
that. Write to me often. Good-by. I'll see that
you have my address all the time. Tell those who
inquire after me that / finally succumbed to
Listers pleading and am going to ride to round
ups and that sort, you know After Paris wanted
change. 1t won't be bit like Paris out there
The machine lwpt on talking. And the smile
was still on Bradfords face.
"Good-by," he said again.
Good-by," she responded.
Don't forget to write"
"Oh, no.
A wavering fire seemed to come across his
eyes. He dropped her hand and went out OF the
room.
He went down the stairs There something
in his aspect that made the janitor in the lower
hall look at him sharply. But Bradford did not
see the janitor. When he got out on the side
walk he leaned against the wall. His head was
bent to his chest.
The janitor came out and looked at him again
Presently Bradford Strengthened himself. He drew
long, shuddering breath and then hurried down
toward Tremont-st.
Directly Bradford had gone, N1armaduke went
to the door which had shut behind him. He
snuffed at the curtain and at the threshold. Then
he sat down deliberately. He put up his little
black nose and gave long, melancholy howl
Rowena sprang toward him. A sense Of the
intolerabe was upon her.
She cried out sharply:
"Marmaduke; for Gods sake, don't do that!'
She caught up the dog and put her hand over his
mouth He resented the action and struggled IN
her arms She passonatey kissed the long. soft
hair on the top of his head.
Don't howl Don't howl she said.
For the lands sake. Roweny. what has hap
pened?"
Sarah Kimball had come back from some in
terror room where she had been having nap.
She had not taken off her clothes. She saw that
il was now midnight She had an exhilaratlng
sense of dissipation But she was also really
alarmed.
Its an awful bad sign to have dog howl,
she said Don't let him do it again
Rowena did not answer She was standing
in front of the porere with the terrier held closely
in her arms Her evening dress, the drapery be-
hind her, her attitude, made picture of which
her sister was dimly aware.
Don't let him do it again. repeated Sarah
Kmball.
"Ife shall howl if he wants too now very
inconsstently responded ROwena.
She spoke harshly which was very strange
thing for her to do, and there huskIneSs In
her voice.
Her sister stared. Then she said whiningly:
Pm sure 1 don't know what's the matter OF
YOU. Roweny N what's the matter of the dors
I sh'd think YOU was both bewitched. What
made him go on so? l hope he don't do III oi'er'
| sh'd git g nervous s a witch.
1T was because Keats went Marmaduke is
very fond of Keats"
Rowena no,y spoke in a clear tone. She left
her position by the curtain and came and sat down
nv the table She still kept the terrier in her
arms and she still occasionally kissed his head
Sarah Kimball sat down also. As it happened
she chose the chair so recently occupied by Brad
| ford.
81 wish you'd sit somewhere else" said Ro-
| wena.
Sarah Kimball rose with fcunce. Late hours
were telling upon her.
II didn't know you was ever fussy, declare
she announced
INV head aches, said Rowena.
$50 does mine" said her sister. She yawned
aloud She had made up her mind not TO say
| a word about retiring. But now she looked about
her.
at s,pose faint no matter in Boston whether
| von 90 to bed or not a." she said. M where's Mr..
| Bradford gone to that the dorg made such fuss
7 thought Marmadulze ID die of joy when Mr..
Bradford came n now he's goin' to die of the
other thing. 1t does seem dreadful excitin' here
| in Boston. Is it always jest the same N
when do you go to bed. any way?'
| "You poor child. said Rowena, remembering
how late 0 o'clock was at home. why did you
sit up"
| cause I wanted to git used to it," was the
answer. IF I'm goip to stay here, I've got to
git broke in"
But you mustn't get broke in all in one
night was the response.
In q very few minutes Sarah KimbalPs head
was on her pillow. Rowena had kissed her cheek
and said good night Having done so, she resumed
her seat in the now solitary room, solitary save
for the presence of Marmaduke
Rowena sat there long. Her eyes shone stead
uv through half-closed lids. Her hands lay
tightly clasped together on her lap.
| It was nearly a week later that Rowena's studio
door was opened TO admit Miss Phillips
| Rowena was at her easel. She hastily laid
| down brushes and palette and came forward.
She thought that her visitor looking very
much like her cousin Keats Bradford. The re.
compliance was always strong, but never so strik-
| ing now.
| Miss Phillips had wearied and preoccupied
| air She walked to the canvass. retaining Ro-
wena,s hand, and leading her as she did SO.
THAT is good" she said at last. She seemed
| TO rouse herself as she said this.
| She Glanced about the room. But her look
came back to the picture of the gristmill and the
stream, and the trees.
Truly large" she said. The atmosphere Is
perfect Keats said it was wonderful how you
went on"
| When she pronounced the word " Keats Miss
Phillips suddenly turned full upon her companion
do YOU know where he is?'
| "Certainly He has gone to Mr. Listers ranch
| in California
| Rowena spoke quite proudly. 1t was absurd
| IN no asked if she knew where her husband was.
Miss Phillips, in these later days. was often
| absent and cool But she had sudden accesses
| ~ tenderness when with Rowena. She had one